Hooked

"The rest of the hour," I tell him gently. "Think about the laundromat."

I used to work alone: one lamp, one needle, one wicked little effigy at a time. Now there's a journalist narrating my expressions at the worktable, a billionaire learning, expensively, to say please, and a man in my bed who thinks my boots are a religion.

I keep them. Openly. Knotted to me in the one way no blade can cut.

Which is exactly why the cold has started studying us.

In the Berkshires, a wellness guru runs retreats for women. Candles, breathwork, journaling, and by the end of the week every thread she had to anyone who might come looking has been lovingly cut. He doesn't sell retreats. He manufactures women nobody will miss.

Pulling his operation apart is the job. The trap inside it is personal. The house behind him is the house Gideon walked out of, and when the oldest thing in it takes him back, it isn't to kill him. It's to study him: to learn how to cut the one thing it has never known how to cut.

A devotion freely chosen.

They should not have let me find out where he is.

Hooked is an explicit, open-door femdom why-choose paranormal romance: a dominant heroine at full sail, a rescue with teeth, the slowest burn in Loomis finally catching, no cheating, and a happily-ever-after hard-won by series end.

Tropes: female-led relationship · praise kink · rescue the hero · captivity · slow burn payoff · rope · ice and wax · financial domination · orgasm control · protective found family · no choosing required · no cheating · HEA by series end

Book 2 of 6. The series is complete.