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493 pages, Paperback
First published April 3, 2016
“We need each other, not because our bodies fit so well together. But because our hearts beat the same tune, for the same reason.”
“This brutal man is my home. His hell is my heaven. I'm his Ivory, and he's my darkest note.”
“When we’re together, Ivory, when it’s just you and me like this, happiness can only be limed by us. We make the rules.”
“We’ll compose our own masterpiece. A song that will never end.”
“We need each other, not because our bodies fit so well together. But because our hearts beat the same tune, for the same reason.”
“Nothing is inconceivable, and everything is possible. The proof is in the magic of music.”
“We’ll compose our own masterpiece. A song that will never end.”
"I never wanted anyone the way I wanted her. Not just her body. I want everything. She is the strongest emotions I've ever felt.
Dear sweet lawd. That Emeric Marceaux has me like:![]()
And each word outta his mouth has me like:![]()
I have nothing more to add to the thousands of 5-star reviews bc my brain is scrambled. Snowy dusty static. Dear sweet lawd.
Everything is perfect.
Too perfect. Like life has handed me a song filled with soul-deep joy and told me to savor every note.
Because eventually, the song will end.
“Sometimes you love people you shouldn’t, and in the endless space of that love, nothing else matters.”
Christ, this girl… She’s my music, my place in this life, my part in it all.
I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her. Not just her body. I want her everything. She is the strongest emotion I’ve ever felt.
In the depraved innards of my soul, I thrill at being the thing she fears. I want to claim her apprehension, dread, and uncertainty. I want to take ownership of all of her emotions and be the sole reason she trembles and cries.
“Which song is this one?”
She gives me a watery smile over her shoulder. “His favorite Herbie Hancock, ‘Someday My Prince Will Come.’”
I’m no prince, but when I’m buried inside Ivory, I will always come.
Jesus, I’m going to need a screaming-hard fuck tonight. Leather, rope, and chafing strokes. No safe words. No clingy aftercare. Chloe or Deb will do. Maybe both.
That tiny glimmer in her eyes is trust.
That’s when I hear it. The tempo of our breaths. The drum of our heartbeats. The crackle in the air. The exquisite cadence pulses through me, awakening sensations I’ve never felt, composing a melody I’ve never heard.
Our hypnotic, dark notes.
This brutal man is my home. His hell is my heaven.
I'm his Ivory, and he's my darkest note.
She's exactly the kind of woman I'm drawn to. A woman who flees when hunted and comes alive when she's caught.
He's enchanting, distracting, and positively terrifying.
Sometimes you love people you shouldn't, and in the endless space of that love, nothing else matters."
It's no longer a matter of if or when.
Tonight, she'll bend for my punishment, tremble for my touch, and I'll risk it all to show her exactly what she means to me.
The tempo of our breaths. The drum of our heartbeats. The crackle in the air. The exquisite cadence pulses through me, awakening sensations I've never felt, composing a melody I've never heard. Our hypnotic, dark notes.
“All you need is a moment...This brutal man is my home. His hell is my heaven. I’m his Ivory, and he’s my darkest note.”
“Men are takers. They take my courage, my strength, my confidence.” Ivory
“I wasn’t prepared for this. Not for a tall, voluptuous, sexy-beyond-all-season woman to walk into my classroom.” Emeric
“His presence, his projection of self-assurance and command that makes me feel disoriented, breathless, and really fucking weird deep in my core.” Ivory
“She’s made for me, to be instructed and punished and enjoyed...Fuck, I need this girl. And I can’t have her.” Emeric
"It’s universally known that the more forbidden something is, the more desirable it becomes"
"Just looking at him feels like I’m inhaling a lungful of fire."
"Is she thinking about yesterday, when I memorized all the skin she’s hiding? The mole on the rib just under her right breast, the delicate patch of freckles on her toned thigh, the decorative ink scrolling across her back—all of it belongs to me now. I crave another peek, more skin, more Ivory."
"The hands on my head guide me closer, demanding I stay with him. How crazy is it that I don’t want to be anywhere else? I can’t even close my eyes for fear he’ll disappear."
"The power is mine. I bask in it. His hands tremble, and I grab them, hold them, our fingers intertwined. I have him."
"His mouth is so gentle and safe it’s like he’s kissing my soul."
“No sharing. Ever. You’re mine. I’m yours. That is my hardest limit.”
"My body sings for him with each pulsing beat between my legs, pulling him in, clamping down, and holding him there. He belongs in me, with me."
“We’re a timeless concerto.” I kiss his lips. “A musical masterpiece.”
"We’ll compose our own masterpiece. A song that will never end.”
" WE ARE THE ULTIMATE LOVE SONG"
It’s universally known that the more forbidden something is, the more desirable it becomes.
She could destroy me, not just my livelihood, but the very fiber of who I am, and she doesn’t even know it.
Men don’t touch me unless they want something, and his touch is freaking me out. It’s too nice. Too intimate. Way too intimate for a student and teacher.
I could stare at her twenty-four hours a day and feel like the most productive pervert in the world.
I scan the bio page and confirm her Treme address. Skipping over the summary of her exceptional GPA and SAT scores, I latch onto the facts I care most about.
Date of birth?
She’ll be eighteen in the spring.
“They said you were fired.” My palm feels too clammy against his cheek, so I drop my hands to the crisp collar of his shirt. “Because someone walked into a classroom and found you with a woman.”
He arches a brow. “Is that all?”
“No.” I clear my throat. “Supposedly, her mouth was gagged with your tie.”
“And?”
“Her wrists were bound by your belt.” I rush forward with the rest. “Her body was bent over the desk while you had sex with her from behind. That’s the extent of what I’ve heard.”
His hands close around the backs of my knees. “Wow.”
Wow is right. The crazy things people say…
A smirk slithers across his lips. “That is surprisingly accurate.”
“I might’ve…” Her chin quivers. “I’m sorry.”
Sorry for what? Releasing her bladder while fighting off a rapist?
I capture her arm and pull her to me. “I hope you fucking pissed all over him.”
“Well.” Mom stands and walks to the counter to refill her glass. “You certainly know how to test the limits of social acceptance, but I know where you get it from.” She returns to the table, her eyes glimmering at Dad. “Your father loves to spank—”
When I bounce, my breasts sway and the bed frame creaks. I could come like this. A bona-fide orgasm. With a cock inside me. Mr. Marceaux’s cock. I open my eyes and collide with his, a smile pulling at my cheeks. “I’m fucking my teacher.”
“If you flash your tits at my friends again, I’ll cut them the fuck off."
"It is universally known that the more forbidden something is, the more desireable it becomes."
"She's a little lost lamb among a pack of cutthroat wolves."Ivory is a young musician living in Treme, Lousiana. After surviving the brutal death of her father, she has been left alone to exist in a dark world. With a drug-addicted mother and an abusive brother, Ivory must do whatever it takes to pay the bills and survive. Her only saving grace is her passion for the piano. Before his death, her father assured that she would get the best fine arts education possible for her. Amidst the affluence of her peers and fellow artists, Ivory faces ridicule and bullying due to her circumstances. When she reports to school for her senior year, she is devastated to discover that her mentor and teacher have been replaced.
"How is it possible that I feel both possessive and terrified of him?"Emeric is a professional pianist who has found success performing and teaching. After leaving his previous school, due to alleged misconduct, he finds himself the piano instructor at a new prestigious school. His only obligation is to teach and promote the headmaster's son. However, when Emeric meets Ivory he realizes the dilemma to follow through on his arrangement is going to prove harder than he ever expected!
"She may not know it but she needs clearly-defined boundaries, discipline, and a man she can trust to push her beyond her comfort zone. She may not recognize me as that man, but she will."
"I intend to cultivate, polish, and discipline her, while deriving every twisted ounce of pleasure I can from it."Ivory and Emeric don't waste any time connecting. As the intensity of their piano lessons increases the forbidden attraction between the two becomes unbearable to ignore. Although Ivory views herself as damaged goods, Emeric establishes himself as a protector for her. He is driven to help her achieve success as his student in both the music room and the bedroom!
"Sometimes you love people you shouldn't, and in the endless space of that love, nothing else matters."
"Tonight, she'll bend for my punishment, tremble for my touch, and I'll risk it all to show her exactly what she means to me."Told in dual POV, Dark Notes offers a perfect blend of complex characters, a well-developed story arc, and unbridled passion that will leave the "BDSM (light)" fans salivating for more. Not only were both of the characters extremely likable but the circumstances were quite realistic and truly enhanced the reading experience. It was almost as if I could hear the music playing and feel the emotions of each scene. I was quite impressed with the loyalty and admiration of Emeric towards Ivory. Additionally, the supporting characters contributed to the depth of this story. I felt every ounce of terror and love they provided to the plot. Although Ivory was quite experienced, her innocence continued to remain in the background as a reminder that even broken people can be healed. Her dedication to her art and her love for her teacher made this journey unforgettable. The emotions evoked through each moment kept me engaged the entire read.
"My smile is so deep, I feel it in my lungs like a nourishing breath."
“We're a timeless concerto. A musical masterpiece.”
“He seems untouchable. Maybe his fists are as brutal as his beauty. Just looking at him feels like I’m inhaling a lungful of fire.”
“She’s exactly the kind of woman I’m drawn to. A woman who flees when hunted and comes alive when she’s caught. A woman who bends beneath punishments and seeks acceptance in her humiliation. A woman who bites at a heavy hand, only to melt around the unforgiving grip when it cuts her air.”