Obedience Ties That Bind Series Book One Liza Snow
ObedienceTies That Bind SeriesBook OneLiza Snow
Genre: Romantic SuspenseDate of Publication: April 4th 2023ASIN: B0BXJZFW6SNumber of pages: 617 pagesWord Count: 155000Cover Artist: MiblArt
Tagline: He’d searched a lifetime for the perfect student. She’d always dreamed he'd be her teacher. Together they’ll soar in the silks.
Book Description:
Cassandra
Growing up, I was mesmerized by a man soaring the skies.
The greatest silk aerialist in the world, Chandler Moreau.
He was once my lifeline, the dream I clung to after my parents died. I’ve always believed he was my destiny. To join him at the Dreamers Academy. To perform for him.
To soar with him.
He’s more than I ever imagined. Far more than a mentor. When I am high in the silks, turning, flying, falling, he’s my lifeline once again. Twisting my heart and my body into knots like the knots of his beloved Japanese rope bondage, Shibari.
I don’t want to live without him. With each lesson, each touch, I crave more. Only he can satisfy me. And only he can destroy me…
But I must keep him safe from the past that relentlessly follows me.
Chandler
She is my protégé, the student I’ve been waiting to take under my wing for my entire career. Someone with whom I could share my lifelong journey in my family’s circus, Cirque du Lys.
I never intended to fall in love with the student I was supposed to protect—from myself and the demons that lurk in my shadows. But sometimes fate has other plans.
Cassandra, my beautiful butterfly. I know she’s off limits. Forbidden. Still, I want her in my life. My heart. My bed.
My grandfather's taunting words still linger.
Mieux vaut plier que rompre.
Adapt and survive.
It’s what we must do. Cassandra and I share a history that entwines us more than the silks we’ve spent our lives mastering ever could.
There are secrets from the past that must never be told. And truths that could destroy what we’ve just begun…
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More to Love
In addition to the paperback, Obedience is also available in a full-cast narrated audiobook, starring Daniel Zbel and Rapunzaroo, along with a cast of additional voiceover actresses.
Brought to life in the way the story is meant to be told, and it will be the best audiobook you listen to this year—possibly for a very long time.
You’ll love listening to the two voices of these iconic characters. And don’t forget to read along with them and enjoy a fantastic, immersive experience. You’ll need the paperback copy to fan yourself off from some of the narration!
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Excerpt:
I hadn’t neededto prompt her. She began, pulling herself upward, drawing those silks aroundher small frame as she went. Climbing high into the air as the two women begantheir duet. The French lyrics pulled me in every time. It was perhaps one ofthe reasons that while I simply tolerated most opera songs I’d heard, I adoredthis song.
Every time Iheard it, every time I got lost in those little nuances of the language, itbrought me back to summertime in Melun, France. Playing on the hillsoverlooking the city, lost in the grasses filled with wildflowers. Climbinginto Meme’s apple trees. Perhaps the time in my life when it had felt sosimple. All there were, were the memories of when I’d been happy.
And if there wasany place I wanted to be, as I watched Cassandra ascending above me, knowing inseconds I would be right beside her, it was in those memories again. Bringingher with me.
The first stanzafinished, and my mind immediately centered. My hands had already been wrappedin the silks without having to think about it. She paused, and I saw herattention drift downward. We fell captive to one another, and it was all Ineeded to see. I knew it was my turn to go to her. She was waiting for me.
In the samefashion she had moments earlier, I began my way up the silks beside hers, whichhad been a deep royal purple color. The entire time I made my way high into theroom, I immersed myself in the French lyrics, the strings complimenting everyrise and fall of the two women’s voices. Some moments, I’d lose myself in what Iwas doing, taking careful note of all the little adjustments my body wasmaking. Other times, my attention drifted upward. Until finally, I was justbeneath Cassandra.
When I pausedagain, I took a few deep breaths, steadying myself. Focused entirely on thebeautiful woman above me, who was just as attentive to me. I nodded to her,signaling I was ready, prepared to follow her in whatever she had thought to donext.
At the precisemoment when I had met her, she had already begun moving herself into a sailorpose above me, legs splitting, and much to my satisfaction, every single partof her in perfect position. All the small details I’d shown her the firstlesson we’d had together were as pristine as when I’d helped her myself.
I would havetaken more time to truly enjoy how proud of her I felt if she hadn’t twisteddownward, dropping her torso straight toward me in a graceful fall. Beforeshe’d completed it, I knew what she’d done. A Rainbow Marchenko. A famous moveof Jeanne’s for many years. But watching her as she settled into it, I would havethought it was hers alone.
Cassandra’shands dropped, releasing the silks. Dangling inches away. The only thingholding her in the air was the precise folds of those green fabrics wrapped aroundher legs.
Looking into hereyes as she hung there, waiting for me to act, all I could do was smile. She’dbeen focused, lost in her own world, but she’d come back to me. We weretogether again in the very place I had wanted to be with her ever since I’dseen her flying through the silks at her audition. I had dreamt about it everytime since, every lesson we had, every time I’d watched her from the shadows ofthe theater while she practiced.
I had taken herto those fields in Melun with me, high in the trees. Trapped us both in thosetreasured memories, made all the better knowing she was there.
“I’ve got you,Cassandra,” I called out to her, gently. Steadying myself, my body locked inplace. Breathing slow and rhythmic and calm. I watched her take the same breathas I had, waiting for the little drop in the lyrics before the next few linesbegan.
The moment theirvoices bellowed into the theater again, she let herself drop in a salto. In agentle sweep of my body, I caught her gracefully into my arms. Twisted ustogether, letting the silks take hold of the two of us as we swung across theroom, dozens of feet above the stage below us. Falling like two feathers lockedtogether, dancing into the wind.
When the fabricsreleased us, I swung us outward. Our bodies drifted apart again as she spunaround me, both of us still descending toward the floor. As beautiful as shelooked, circling outward away from me, the moment she had, I wanted her back. Iused my legs to give myself enough momentum to swing forward, latching on againonce she’d appeared.
Cassandra hadbeen so close I’d felt her breath against my face while we dangled above thestage. I got lost in the way it felt to be tangled up with her, a mess ofbodies and fabric. Consumed by it. Convinced I might never let go of her again.
As we’dtraversed the rest of the way back to the stage, I didn’t. The two of usdescended together as a singular unit, just her and I and the fabrics.Improvising the graceful fall we were doing, finding little tricks and motionsto carry out, all the while never leaving her side.
We’d bothreached the floor, perfectly in sync with one another. I heard a gentle thumpas we landed. Followed by the sound of both of our light, audible breaths.Steadying ourselves back on the ground.
Even having leftthe air, the silks still wrapped around us. Neither of us had freed ourselves.Cassandra was still in my arms, something I realized, when I hadn’t been socaught up in what we were doing all those feet above us, was happening for thevery first time.
The sweet smellof oranges overwhelmed me. Her beautiful hazel eyes, those captivating flecksof grays and greens and browns, drowned out the world around us. I watched herbreathing softly, holding her to me and those silks holding me to her.
And in thosenext few moments, every single solitary thing keeping me from her since the daywe had met no longer existed in the little reality we were trapped in. Everyfear I had, every reservation, disappeared. I tightened her to me, my handscapturing the sides of her face in a gentle sweep, as elegant as every otherthing we’d done those last few minutes.
Our mouths felltogether, and I lost myself in her. Trapped in those profound and sounbelievably relieving seconds in which the things that had stood in our way nolonger mattered.
I hadn’t thoughtanything could have surpassed the experience the two of us just shared.
Undeniably, it had been the best minutes I hadever spent in those silks in my entire career. As simple as it had been. And wehad barely started. This was only the beginning.
But this moment now was just as wonderful. As perfect as I could have hoped.
About the Author:A bestselling independent author from Florida, Liza has been putting romance books into her readers hands for over a half decade and has loved every minute of it.
Liza lives with her husband, her two dogs and her cat, ten minutes from the beach. When she isn't writing, you can often find her walking and enjoying outside, with a coffee and a book in hand.
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