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I never thought I’d have a sexual awakening at 34, but, well…here I am: River Burke, novice deviant and master class neurotic mess. With my laundry list of control issues, submission doesn’t exactly come naturally, but I figure if I can find the right person—someone big, buff, and crazy intimidating—maybe I can learn to let go.
And then in walks Ellison Fitch.
He’s not at all what I thought I was looking for, but with his piercing eyes, his too-personal questions, and his brilliant mind, he’s under my skin from the moment we meet. He makes me squirm in all the best ways with nothing but a look and a word, and I can see he loves that as much as I do. I thought I wanted someone to push me around, but it turns out I want someone to take me apart.
While Ellison systematically dismantles every one of my barriers, I can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever drop his for me. Does he even want to let me in, or am I too lost, too broken to fill his needs the way he fills mine? I have to know, because now that I’ve had a taste of submission at his hand, I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt to be on my knees for him.
Let’s be honest here: I’m going to let this man break me into pieces. I only hope he’ll be there to put me back together again.
Truth By His Hand is a 120,000 word contemporary gay romance with strong BDSM themes and many explicit scenes. It’s a standalone novel with a guaranteed happy ending.
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First published August 25, 2017



"Maybe this was a way I could learn more about myself and have some fun getting laid at the same time. Maybe I'd find my true self under a Dom's firm hand. Or maybe I'd just spend a lot of time getting whipped and wishing I was watching TV instead. But at least I'd know(21)."
☆ “As long as I was alive, I’d be able to find something new to worry about—and if there turned out to be an afterlife, I’d probably spend it second-guessing.”
☆ “You can keep crucifying yourself with self-doubt while we eat.” “I resent your accurate assessment of my character,” I said with a sigh. Tucking the book under my arm, I heaved myself to my feet. “I’ll go pay for this, and ask if they have any nails I can borrow.”
☆ And I’d wanted intimacy. Even if it had been for the wrong reasons, I’d cried in front of him. He’d seen me all red-faced and snotty and inappropriately loud, and he hadn’t run—he’d simply held me and told me how good I was and how proud he was of me. Even if it wasn’t true, it still meant something that he cared enough to say it.
☆ “Your emotions are real and valid, okay? They may not be an accurate reflection of the world, but they feel real to you, so they’re real.”