{"product_id":"9781370021895","title":"Fighter's Experiment: Book 3 of \"Mastered\"","description":"\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eBeautiful and hardheaded\u003cbr\u003e Clarice knows how to handle herself in a fighting ring. She doesn't surrender\u003cbr\u003e easily to any man.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eUntil she crosses path with\u003cbr\u003e her boss, Oscar Denver. He breaks through every mental restraint and common\u003cbr\u003e sense in her mind to make her submit not just to him, but to all the men who\u003cbr\u003e want her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eShe is brought to her knees,\u003cbr\u003e quite literally, and finds herself loving every second of her public\u003cbr\u003e humiliation.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003e~~~~~\u003cbr\u003e Excerpt ~~~~~\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eHe had knocked me out with\u003cbr\u003e just one good hit, forcing all the air out of my lungs along with the will to continue\u003cbr\u003e fighting.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eWhat was I thinking? Picking\u003cbr\u003e a fight with the boss.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eOnly, I didn't choose to\u003cbr\u003e fight him. Angela did. What was she thinking?!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eShe could never say no to a\u003cbr\u003e handsome face. He probably worked his charms on her for one second and she\u003cbr\u003e melted.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003e\"Are you okay?\" I\u003cbr\u003e heard the familiar deep bass of my superior from the door and sat straight\u003cbr\u003e immediately.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003e\"Hey, boss,\" I\u003cbr\u003e greeted with false gusto, leaning against the couch, bag of ice still over my\u003cbr\u003e cheek in a feeble attempt to will the bruise away. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eI flinched when he reached\u003cbr\u003e towards my face. Sensing my discomfort, he pulled back and towered over me like\u003cbr\u003e a disapproving master. His expression was stony. \"Which idiot aimed for\u003cbr\u003e your face, Clarice?\" he asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eHe spoke my name like how I\u003cbr\u003e imagined a Frenchman would whisper promises in his lover's ear. I swallowed the\u003cbr\u003e shudder that threatened to crawl up my spine. \"You should see what I did\u003cbr\u003e to him.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eI tried not to look at his\u003cbr\u003e face. He was like the sun, too painful to look at for too long. I didn't want\u003cbr\u003e to be blinded. \"Do you always pick fights you can't win?\" he asked,\u003cbr\u003e his expression softening.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eA laugh made it's way out my\u003cbr\u003e throat and I wished I could take it back. I sounded too eager to be amused.\u003cbr\u003e Does he know the effect he had on me by just being close to me?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eI made the mistake of gazing\u003cbr\u003e into his perfect black orbs. His eyes held a look of surprise, like he found\u003cbr\u003e himself as attracted to me as I was to him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eAnd then I blinked and the\u003cbr\u003e desire in his eyes vanished like it was never there to begin with.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003e\"I won that fight,\"\u003cbr\u003e I breathed. It was hard to breathe when he looked at me like that.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eHis hands fell on either side\u003cbr\u003e of my face and I leaned back and away from his face. We were close enough that\u003cbr\u003e we were breathing in each other's air. It was too much.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eI could smell the muskiness\u003cbr\u003e of his sweat.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003e\"Bet I could take you in\u003cbr\u003e a rematch,\" I whispered.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eWhat was I doing? He was the\u003cbr\u003e best fighter in the ring. I couldn't take him on. I had been deliberately\u003cbr\u003e avoiding running into him ever since I found out the big boss enjoyed spending\u003cbr\u003e his free time beating people up.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003e\"I would much rather hurt you in a different -\u003cbr\u003e more pleasurable - way,\" he said, his voice low and heavy.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Boruma Publishing, LLC","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47167084593392,"sku":"9781370021895","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781370021895_p0.jpg?v=1763711546","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781370021895","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}