Dr Casswell's Plaything

'I will show you who is the master here, ' and catching hold of her arm he dragged her off the chair. Before she could gather her senses he sat down and pulled Sarah down with him, folding her over his knees. 'I see you already know what happens to those who disobey, ' he said huskily, fingering the marks that still lingered across her bottom. 'You should take more notice.' On the trail of medieval slave girl, Beatrice de Fleur, Sarah Morgan and her enigmatic master, Dr Casswell, find themselves caught up in the exotic surroundings of a Turkish port. And when their hosts trade Sarah's body as payment for access to Beatrice's diaries, past and present mingle once again as they uncover more of the slave's sensual submission. Naked, bound, and at the mercy of an unscrupulous museum curator, Sarah understands only too well how Casswell's passion and pain collide.