THIS STORY! Truly one of the best books Cherise has written!
The Masters of the Shadowlands has been the ultimate series for me. It was one of the first BDSM series I ever read – and binged on – with absolute delight! I have always loved the prankster princesses. Sally, Rainie and Uzuri are quite the trio. They have pulled the worst of the worst on all the Masters at Shadowlands. Sally finally found her forever in Masters Galen and Vance (who else could tame that wild child?) and Rainie found her everything in Master Jake. What a delight now to see if the last prankster princess can find true love at last.
Uzuri had a tragic and abusive past and came to the Shadowlands to work through her fears. The beloved Master Z has been patient with his wayward trainee and now Uzuri’s time is up and she must face her fears. Since she was attacked and abused at the hand of her boyfriend turned stalker, the beautiful biracial submissive has feared big men that can tower over her. Better to stay safe and not explore what she could have with smaller, safer dominants. And most definitely she plans to stay away from the Drago cousins, especially after her run-in with Dr. Alastair Drago when she accused him of only wanting to be with Uzuri because of her skin color.
Masters Alastair and Max Drago were cousins and blood brothers. Tall, dark, intimidating and sexy. Beautiful and demanding dominants. They were happy to share everything…. a life, a home, even their submissives and scenes. But no way did they want to take on Uzuri Cheval with her uppity attitude, high maintenance ways and disrespectful pranks. They are just as determined to stay away from her as she is from them. Until ultimately, the choice is taken away from all of them in the form of Master Z.
Together they must learn to forgive and move past misconceptions, harsh words and misteps. As the three are drawn closer and closer together, the unconventional relationship grows and evolves as the triad must face dangers from Uzuri’s tragic past. But along the way there are steamy – oh so so steamy – scenes, heartwarming moments and of course, Uzuri’s own brand of mischief. One thing is for sure. Uzuri needs these two masters just as much as they need her. She draws from their strength as they give her a sense of safety. The Dragos learn to laugh and enjoy the simple pleasures of life from their fun loving but very troubled subbie. The chemistry and sexy times with these three are some of the most intense, sensual and earth shattering moments of the series. Burn, kindle. Burn!
Whether she meant to be or not, Cherise has taken on a rather timely issue of racial identity and racial equality at a time when our society is at such a crossroads in race relations. Being biracial Uzuri and Alastair face a unique set of racial issues that I haven’t seen addressed in many other romance novels. Cherise tackles the issue with grace, tact and dignity. Being a woman is often difficult to ask for help. But Uzuri had much more to overcome in her journey to becoming strong and independent but willing to ask for help when it is desperately needed, accepting the hand offering the assistance and knowing it’s okay to be vulnerable at times.
This story thrilled me, made me fly, made me laugh out loud and sigh sigh sigh. The feelings this story evokes… the joy, the angst, the flush of passion. The romantic moments. Even the scary moments. This trip back to the Shadowlands and Uzuri’s story was well worth the wait!
5 Making Mischief Stars!
She wants a short, sweet Master. One Master.
The two devastatingly dominant Drago cousins have other ideas.
Her life destroyed by a stalker, Uzuri Cheval starts anew in Tampa and joins the exclusive Shadowlands club. Unconvinced of her claims that she can overcome her fear of big men without help, Master Z gives her a time limit. And she is improving–until she hears the stalker is out of prison. Now her time limit is up, and the Masters will intervene, which is okay–as long as whoever helps her is short. Okay, sweet and gentle would be good, too.
But two Doms? Dangerously experienced and dauntingly powerful cousins? No way.
Having volunteered in every hellhole in the world, Dr. Alastair Drago is ready to settle down. Detective Max Drago has joined him and, once again, the cousins share everything. A house, lives, problems…and whatever submissive catches their interest. One mischievous submissive has definitely caught Alastair’s. However, having been burned by a woman, Max remains detached…until little mischief’s troubles turn deadly.
Mischief and the Masters is the latest book in the bestselling Masters of the Shadowlands series. If you enjoy edgy ménage and dominance spiced with humor and suspense, you’ll love Cherise Sinclair’s latest romance.
“Precisely.” Master Z set his hand on Uzuri’s shoulder, warm and very firm. “I need to steal your barmaid, Nolan. Austin will fill in for the remainder of her shift.”
Uzuri froze. “You want to talk to me?” Oh no.
When Uzuri didn’t move, Master Z slid his hand behind her back and directed her straight toward his sanctum—although he called it his office. He didn’t speak as they walked, and her glances up at his grave face offered no insight.
As the heavy wooden door swung shut behind them, the music and sounds of whips and floggers and groans faded to a low murmur. He pointed to the black leather couch and chairs in the center of the room. “Take a seat, please.”
Nervously, she settled into a corner of the couch. Her strappy shoes sank so deep into the dark brown carpet, that the strands brushed her toes.
At his antique desk on the far side of the room, Master Z flipped through some papers. Was that her file?
Pretending to study the prints of Titian’s Italian Renaissance nudes that decorated the cream-colored walls, she watched him. He never got less frightening, although she wasn’t sure why. He was just a man, after all. Tall, leanly muscular, somewhere in his forties. Like Alastair, he obviously shopped in Europe and favored black, impeccably tailored shirts and pants. Over the last couple of years, the silver in his black hair over his temples had widened. She’d blame Jessica, but in all reality, the bubbly blonde—and new baby—probably kept him young.
Silently, he crossed the room and rested a hip against the arm of the couch.
When he crossed his arms over his chest, worry sent a cool breeze up her spine as if a back zipper had torn loose. Keeping a calm expression on her face, she gave him her attention. “Is there a problem, Sir?”
His lips curved slightly. “Is there a reason you want to hide your reactions from me?”
The breeze turned into a gale-wind blast of anxiety. “Of course not, Sir. Am I in trouble, Sir?”
“No, you’re not in trouble. But…your time is up, kitten. You’ve been here over two years. We agreed when you joined that if you didn’t work through your problems, the Masters would step in.”
The slight tilt of his head invited her to protest further…at her risk. Because he was correct; she hadn’t worked through anything. She bowed her head. “Yes, Sir.”
His voice gentled. “For the Masters to help you work through your wariness of men, what will have to occur first?”
Her breath caught in her throat. Oh, she knew the answer—and had avoided it. “I’ll have to tell them what happened.”
“I’m afraid so, little one. I told you there would be a penalty for the delay, did I not?”
Oh, noes. Why did he have to have a good memory? At forty, shouldn’t he be getting a little senile or something?