When Prince Duncan Caldwell has to enter Cecilia Hurst’s Game of Masters and Slaves, he already knows he’ll have to play Master if he intends to retrieve the pyramid Cecilia stole from the sacred Nephis Valley. And his choice for a slave can only be Ylianor Meyer, however fiercely Lord Christopher Templeton resents her and her overpowering erotic intrusion in a trip that should’ve been his and Duncan’s alone. No, make that in a love that should’ve been his and Duncan’s alone!

Such is the new setting of the Virtus Saga, where nothing is what it seems. Not since soul-mates Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton share a love that is unrivaled until that fateful knock on Ylianor Meyer’s dilapidated shack changes everything forever.

This book doesn’t simply pick up right where Book 1 The Sex leaves off. This book explodes it all—the lust and the leadership, but also the estrangement and the chaos. Mostly the unique connection laced with a load of jealousy and violence that is unknown to their world. Because this isn’t just another erotic dark fantasy series. This is the making of a trio. The story of three remarkable characters that have to overcome their uncontrollable lust to face the truth about themselves and their planet, in order to defeat the darkness about to devour them. To be as one whilst three! That’s their real challenge. Because, if they can’t learn to share power and love in equal measures, how will they be able to ensure their world’s survival?


"If you never read anything of the Virtus Saga, this would be an excellent place to start. Not just because the hot scorching sex sets off the jealousy and competition between the three amazing characters that are destined to forge their world with new life. More because it's the beginning of an unforgettable trio that will hook readers from page one with their heated passion and undying love for one another."


Prince Duncan Caldwell’s gaze shifted to the alcove, not surprisingly empty.

Obviously following his gaze, Cecilia’s lips curved in an ironic smile. “Since when is a slave pressing business?”

“Since she’s mine.” And Duncan’s cold tone left no doubt he meant the possession in every sense. Then he turned and hurried to reclaim what belonged to him.

Contrary to customs, Duncan bent and picked up Ylianor in his arms, carrying her to his alcove. Just holding her naked body, made his cock spin with an uncontrollable craving despite its already hot night. And he knew he could not resist the witch’s magnetic pull, so halfway through, he took possession of her mouth in a passionate kiss. She surrendered immediately, opening her lips to swallow his demanding tongue and unleash the stream of images they had already shared. Well, maybe not all, so he flooded her with pictures of his sex with Chris, still the night’s most exciting experience. Touches, smells, movements, softness, hardness, penetrations, shoves, thrusts, asses and cuts enlarged, heated flesh rubbing together, wet kisses, tongues wrapping avidly on thick masters, everything whirled together in one feeling alone. And while sensations flowed in a spiral of seductive flashes, their bodies responded to the mind’s onslaught by tensing with each frame and vigorous tongue lash.

From now on, nothing private. We’re going to play here in the open, where I can see you with my own eyes, too, agreed, Princess?

You’re the master.

Damn right I am! And I won’t touch you again, even if it kills me. Setting her down on the table, he moved away as if to enforce the decision.