Hard Choices (The Hardest Word) (Volume 3)
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Is true submission the one thing money can’t buy? A month with the Dom of her dreams. Just one month to learn all that he can teach her, as well as to convince him that he’s the Master she wants. The Master she needs. Forever. But her training ended in disaster when Nick asked her to do the one thing she could not willingly accept—hand her body over to another Dom. Alone again, confused and heartbroken, Freya tries to rebuild her shattered life. However, soon she has no choice but to appeal to Nick for help once more. How will he respond? Despite his insistence that their relationship is temporary, Nick has missed his silent pupil, and when she returns to his home he’s determined to keep her there this time. But when his family responsibilities intrude on their fragile truce they turn to an unlikely source for help. Nick’s friend Dan introduces them to his friend Tom Shore, whose West Yorkshire moorland farm offers the perfect solution to Nick’s problem. Freya enjoys the company of Tom’s new bride, Ashley, and that of Dan’s enigmatic brother Nathan Darke and his brilliant submissive, Eva Byrne. And the surprise return of someone from Freya’s past further enriches her growing circle of friends. But when personal tragedy strikes, will her Master be able to set aside his bitterness at her betrayal or was their fragile relationship doomed from the beginning. When everything is at stake, both Freya and Nick face the hardest choice of all. Do opposites attract, or are some differences just too wide to bridge? And is true submission the one thing money can’t buy?
wrist. I can’t quite reach the floor to lay my forearm flat, and anything else is painful. I wriggle and shift around, but I’m struggling to find the right position. Nick realises immediately what the problem is. “This won’t do.” He reaches down and helps me to stand. “Go to the bedroom. Wait for me there.” I nod and do exactly as I’m told. A few moments later he’s following me into the bedroom, carrying the chair from the kitchen. He places it at right angles to the bed, and sits down on it.
turns to me, “Seriously, though, Eva does pick up new languages fast. So you just sign when you feel like it, she’ll be on it soon enough and translate for the rest of us.” He passes Isabella back to Eva. “Enough chat with you lot. Some of us have real work to do. I need to call in at Moffatts in Haworth, pick up the books to have a look over. I’ll see if Rosie wants to come with me. Shall I take Izzy too? Are you planning to walk back or drive?” “I fancy a walk. What about you, Ash? Freya?” I
shrieks in outrage and tries to grab the quilt back, but she’s far too late. Nick dumps the bedding on the opposite side of the bed from her and strolls around to pick Summer up. “If there’s any fucking off to be done, darling, it’ll be down to you.” He marches out into the corridor with Summer squirming furiously in his arms, where he stops and yells for Dan. A few seconds later I see Dan appear outside the door, and Nick just dumps Summer into his arms. “Last time I looked, my friend, this
but clearly matters are not straightforward just now. Perhaps you could confirm, at your convenience, if you still wish to go ahead. And, Nick, I appreciate the situation and have no wish to interfere, but please remember that this is my family home.” My feet feel to be made of lead as I follow Nick upstairs. He opens the door to our room and gestures me through, courteous as ever. The door slams shut behind us, no doubt aided by Nick’s boot. Much more of that and Nathan’ll be up here insisting
back. As we turn the corner the first thing I see, which I really should not be seeing, is that the door to Queenie’s stall is open. That’s wrong. What’s to stop her just hobbling out? She’s not supposed to move around much, certainly not go strolling around the paddock or stableyard. There’s no way they’d leave her door open unless… Sure enough, when we reach the stall I can see that Queenie’s not on her feet any longer. She’s lying on her side in the straw, and a vet is kneeling beside her,