Sometimes the only way to discover your real husband is to stop being his wife.

And start being his plaything.

For Diandra Acres, it started as a hunch, a feeling her husband was hiding the real him from her. He was shielding her from something — or keeping a secret from his wife. Never one to flee from a challenge, she intended to find just what that something was. For in her heart, she suspected — and hoped — that in Martin there lurked the dangerous Alpha male animal of her darkest dreams. The strict dominant man not afraid to put his wife firmly in her place — or take her over his knee. There was something mysterious about Martin all right. But did she have the courage to face what the truth might mean about her kind, beloved husband?

Leaving his wife for weeks at a time was hard enough. But preventing himself from being who he really was with his beautiful wife was even harder. Being thousands of light years away from home — and his wife’s loving arms — was a mercy though. For it allowed him to hide from what he really wanted to make of her, allowed him to flee from the dark, twisted needs he’d always struggled with. His wife could never be those things. She could never want to be those things. So, self-imposed banishment in the form of a contract was his only choice. Still, in the endless night of interstellar space, he couldn’t help but wonder. What if he really could show her what it was he wanted? Night after night, the vision haunted him — his wife, on her knees, submitting utterly to his strict control, his cruel lusts, his deepest, darkest desires. It was a vision as alluring as it was impossible to hope for…

Some things were better left unsaid. Certain boxes better left unopened. For once the truth is known, it cannot be unknown. What if confessing his desires reveals him to be something his wife no longer recognizes? Could a marriage — and the love of a man and wife — survive the discovery that both of them desire much more than they’ve had the courage to admit? Even to themselves?

For Martin Acres, the choice of whether or not to reveal who he really is, to unveil the truth of his deep-seated, troubling sexual needs might be the least of his problems. For the truth could sometimes do more than just reveal. It could also transform — or destroy.

Publisher’s Warning: The book is intended for mature audiences. 18 and over only!

This novel contains the following themes or activities: dubious consent, MF and MFM D/s, M/s, intense and explicit sex, spanking, anal play, humiliation, objectification, forced exhibitionism, and other acts of (very) unequal power dynamics. If any of these might be offensive to you, please do not buy or read this book. You have been warned…

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