The boxed set, Mastered, has been released to much fanfare! If you haven’t already read my book in that set, here’s a bit of a teaser for you.
A Twilight Teahouse Story
by T.J. Michaels
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“Yes, I know I shouldn’t have looked but—”
“There’s a ‘but’ in there somewhere? Really, woman?”
She kept her mouth shut. Smartest thing she’d done all day.
“You’re well aware that this man is a textbook sociopath, yes?”
“Solie, I asked you a question.” The words were spoken quietly, but there was no way in hell she missed the steel behind them.
“Yes, I’m aware he’s a sociopath,” she grumbled.
“And I’ve shared my experiences with you about people who have this disorder, which lines up with your own research. It’s to be expected for a sociopath to pull some kind of shenanigan or another, right?”
She should write a song called, “Yet another sigh.” Bleh. Instead, she growled out a plain old, “Yes.”
“I’m not even going to ask you what you were thinking, Solie, but I will say that I’m sure you know better.”
Oh here we go.
“Are you still going to the vendor fair at the C.S.P. tomorrow?” he asked.
That was a no brainer. The vendor fair at the Community for Sex Positivity was a twice a year event that she and her other best friend, MacKenzie, didn’t miss. Many of the vendors were different each time, so there was always something cool and unique to be had.
“Yep, I’m going to the fair. Mac promised my niece that we’d get some new toys for her play bag.”
“Okay. So, when I see you tomorrow I’m going to spank your ass for doing what you know you shouldn’t have, which was perv that guy’s profile. Agreed?”
Damn. She could simply say no. Burton wouldn’t do anything without her consent. But she was in the wrong. There were no two ways about it. Not only had she connected the sociopathic dots when her relationship with Marcais began to head south, but Burt had confirmed her suspicion because he’d had plenty of experience with people like her former dude.
To make matters worse, Solie had reached out to Marcais’ ex-wife to learn exactly what she was dealing with. That woman, who’d turned out to be a fabulous person, had also told her to expect the man to do something to re-establish communication with her. And if he couldn’t do that, he would pull a mind fuck.
So yep, Solie had known the moment she’d read his message that Marcais wouldn’t have reached out to her for the hell of it. He had a purpose, always. For someone like him it wasn’t about love. It was about winning. About control.
In the end, Solie had royally worked herself into a tizzy behind something that could have been avoided. All she’d had to do was exercise a little restraint and stop long enough to think about what she was doing. Basically, she could have simply ignored he who should not be named. But nooo-ho-ho-ho. She just had to go and be nosy. Just had to see what Marcais was pitching when she knew she shouldn’t.
And now, she’d tattled on herself to Burton? Forehead, meet desk. Yeah. That.
“Solie? I asked if you agree to the punishment.”
Ugh. Burt knew she was so not an exhibitionist, regardless of her love of kink. So public spanking equaled absolute punishment in her book. Hell, she totally had this coming.
“Yes. I agree.”
“And I’ll spank your ass every time you perv his Kinkfest profile. Agreed?”
“Fine,” she snarled into the phone.
“In fact, I’m driving down to Seattle just for you, darlin.”
“Yay. I feel so special.” The words were dead pan. Burton’s responding laughter lifted her mood a bit.
Then he said, “But you are special, Solie. Just because a pathological liar and a serial cheater didn’t treat you right, doesn’t mean you deserved it. Woman, you should be treated like the amazing catch that you are. You’re a queen bee and you know it.”
She smiled a bit brighter. But still…