About this ebook
The war is over, and I long to do nothing more than sit at my beloved Master's feet.
Instead, I'm in charge of a camp full of POWs, trying to make their lives more tolerable than my own time behind the razor wire.
And then 2 little blue lines on a plastic stick change everything.
Pregnant?
Ryan is desperate to keep me safe. He's putting me in a box, and the harder he pushes, the more I push back.
Once, my whole world revolved around him. Now I rarely call him Sir.
And then he pushes too far, and I use my safe word.
Freedom
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HEA, Explicit sex, D/s, punishments. This is the final book of the Finding Home Series. Lots of sexy times, angst, danger, and definitely an HEA.
Excerpt:
“Come on, one more time!”
Her eyes closed tight with effort, Liz pushed the first baby out and into the doctor’s waiting hands. The baby looked startled, as though she’d been sleeping peacefully until suddenly being thrust into the bright lights.
“It’s a girl!” the doctor pronounced as she laid the slippery, squirming, suddenly-bawling baby on Liz’s chest. “What’s her name?”
It took Ryan a moment to realize she’d asked a question. “Um, Mercy. After Liz’s mom.”
The nurse was drying the baby off and doing an exam. “Liz,” she called softly.
She opened her eyes.
“I need to take her over to the other bed. She’s breathing a little fast.”
Liz nodded.
Ryan was torn between his daughter a dozen feet away, and his wife whose hand he held tight, and who had another baby to deliver. The decision was made for him when a contraction started. Liz screwed up her face and bore down.
“C’mon, love, you can do it. Let’s get Hannah out here to meet her sister.”
A handful of pushes later the other baby slipped out and she, too, looked peeved at her circumstances.
Ryan felt the tension of the last two days slip out of him as his second daughter joined her cries with the first, and he let out a laugh at the expression on her face.
“She looks just like you when you’re mad!”
Liz didn’t respond; her eyes were closed with exhaustion, though her grip on Ryan’s hand was tight.
A nurse moved the baby from Liz’s chest to a warmer where the team started drying her off.
“Ryan,” she whispered, “go check on them. Please.”
He squeezed her hand and left her side. Both babies were now pink and protesting. He looked from one to another—tiny little girls with heads full of dark blond hair, and so exactly like each other he wasn’t sure who was whom.
He turned back to look at Liz, but something wasn't right. The nurse told the doctor that Liz’s blood pressure had jumped up, and as she spoke, Liz began shaking so hard the whole bed rattled. The doctor called out orders in a calm voice, and suddenly the room was filled with a buzz of activity. Ryan watched in disbelief as Liz continued to shake even as they turned her to her side and gave her oxygen, and stuck something into her IV line.
No one paid attention to him as they worked quickly and efficiently. The seizure seemed to go on forever and ever, but finally it quieted. Liz was now surrounded by lines and machines and people who had appeared out of nowhere. There was the steady beeping of a heart monitor. Someone opened the door, someone else released the brakes on the bed, and in an instant, she was rolled out the door and was gone.
And Ryan felt more alone than he ever thought possible.
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Keywords: alternate universe, other Realities, dark fantasy romance, Finding Home series, Sophie Kisker, consensual, pregnancy romance, unexpected pregnancy, Pregnancy Romance, unexpected baby, babies twins, Master and submissive, master/slave, dominance and submission, completed series
About the author
For years I’ve written stories of power exchange and capture fantasies, hiding them in my computer, convinced I was alone in my desires.
My women are fierce and independent . They will not surrender until they are respected by the mates who claim their hearts as well as their submission.
Right now, I split my time between being mother, wife, overworked employee, and slave to the cat’s every need. Most evenings you will find me hiding in my office cave to write, where all I care about is my internet signal, and the strength of my coffee.
Find out more about me on Facebook www.facebook.com/sophie.
Download a free book on my website www.sophiekisker.com
Contact me any time at sophiekisker@gmail.com.
