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Make Me, Sir (Masters of the Shadowlands, #5)
by Cherise Sinclair (Goodreads Author)
by Cherise Sinclair (Goodreads Author)
Amanda The Book Slayer's review
bookshelves: badass-hall-of-fame, contemporary-romance, sexy-alpha-male, 2012-challenge-books-read, bdsm
Mar 13, 12
bookshelves: badass-hall-of-fame, contemporary-romance, sexy-alpha-male, 2012-challenge-books-read, bdsm
Read in March, 2012
Yes! What can I say that hasn't been said? Cherise Sinclair you did it again and then some! I loved this one more then the rest. We don't really know Marcus as well as some of the other Masters before his book, but now I have to say I may not look at a man in a suit the same again. I can only hope that this series is never ending!
I loved the chase scene esp. since Marcus was trying to help Gabi out. Very sweet with a sexy twist. My Favorite scene was when Gabi has to play a puppy at the club. I thought this showed how much the Doms really do love their submissive's and others.
If you haven't read any of these books then Hop To It! You are missing out!
Welcome Marcus to Bad*ss Hall of Fame
I loved the chase scene esp. since Marcus was trying to help Gabi out. Very sweet with a sexy twist. My Favorite scene was when Gabi has to play a puppy at the club. I thought this showed how much the Doms really do love their submissive's and others.
If you haven't read any of these books then Hop To It! You are missing out!
Welcome Marcus to Bad*ss Hall of Fame
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Quotes Amanda Liked
“Gabi to Marcus "I can't believe out of one hundred thousand sperm, you were the fastest!”
― Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
― Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
“She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like she’d really believe he was a dom at all? “Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure you’re Master Marcus?”
“Why would you think I’m not Master Marcus?” he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadn’t changed yet or something. “The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?”
He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughter—amazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass.”
― Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
“Why would you think I’m not Master Marcus?” he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadn’t changed yet or something. “The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?”
He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughter—amazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass.”
― Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
“She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.
So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me.”
― Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me.”
― Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
