The Collar of Sacrifice

  “Daddy! Noo! Stop it! He-he, daddy!”

  “Alexander, enough now! Stop it!” I take their side; they might not like it as much.

  “What? You want it, too? Right!” He stands up and shouts. “Boooys against girrrls! Ataackk!!”

  “What? No!” I turn around and see Michael, Jason, and Max running back and the all too familiar war of girls against boys follows.

  As always, we end up laughing and wrestling until happy tears roll down our cheeks.

  ~

  Life is a funny thing; if you don’t swim, you’ll drown. And if you float, eventually you’ll get tired and, sink. ‘Good enough’ should always be ‘Great’ and, time waits for no one. The longer you wait the older you get.

  The sacrifice one has to make for freedom is always costly. But once done, you’re free forever.

  THE END

  Dear reader, you’ve reached the end of the book The Collar of Sacrifice, the end of The Collar Duet series.

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  I have each and every one of you to thank for the feedback, for the comments and for lending a shoulder to cry on when I felt things didn’t go as planned.

  Special thanks go to the Retro Chicks, who always follow through with my tedious ideas and are always ready to spread the word of whatever I am doing next.

  I want to particularly thank all the fans that have found the time to message me personally to say how much they love my books. This is what it’s all about, connecting.

  And above all, my beautiful husband, for putting up with me while I was writing this book. Your patience has no limits.

  Mwah!

  Alexandra

  Books by Alexandra Iff

  MILLI

  When twenty year old Eliza Cruz heads to London for the execution of her grandmamma’s will, she inadvertently triggers a series of events that take her straight to perdition, inside the devil’s lair itself.

  But Sean O’Connor, the tall handsome stranger she meets en route, is always one step ahead, saving her life on a few occasions. A true Knight in shining armour.

  But is he? If he really was a Knight, he’d be looking for a Princess.

  Clearly, Eliza is not one.

  “Shh… Quiet. Don’t let them hear you. Or else they’ll come. I don’t want them to come. This is my room. My space. A doll's house that I’ve been living in since they brought me here. No windows though. Just a small dog flap at the bottom, closed with a latch from outside. But still, it’s mine. It’s the only thing I have. Why? Trust me, knowledge is not power, no matter what everyone say.”

  I’ve never heard of Marquis de Sade before. But having been forced to read about him in the small confined space I was imprisoned in, on my knees, with my bottom out of that wretched hole, I now know who Milli was. Her sexual gratification depended on suffering physical pain and humiliation imposed by others. And they are priming me for the same.

  For the big cull, as they say.

  FLASH BURN (Box Set)

  James Knight POV.

  “…I read the last lines of the letter and the words are just ringing in my ears… I have pleased you, Master. Only now do I notice that I'm practically panting, my breaths coming in short shallow huffs, and my dick is throbbing in my slacks. I'm almost afraid to move a muscle, because I just fucking might come in my pants… What the fuck was that? Get your fucking shit together, Knight, you're acting like some horny teenager and not the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company.

  I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, my left hand sliding under the table and rubbing the hard throbbing bulge in my pants, adjusting it.”

  Eva Roberts POV.

  “Stop listening to your needy body, Eva! My mind is always here to wake me up.

  I deliberately minimize the Gmail screen and focus on um…my work emails. Is my breathing shallow? Argh! I place my hands on the edge of the desk and push off. The chair I’m sitting on slides backwards on its wheels and I swivel around, stopping right next to the window, looking outside. I need sex. I really do. I’ve had a very dry year and this is the closest I’ve gotten to fucking. Ok, getting wet. But good wet. Scary wet. Should I email him back? Am I that gutsy? No. I know I’m not.”

  Having sent a controversial email by error to someone else, James Knight receives a reply from that email address in the same erotic language.

  What follows is sexting like you’ve never read before and as you read on, all you want to know is, will their virtual relationship become a real one?

  MORE THAN JUST A PAIR OF PUMPS

  Gutsy and stubborn 24 year old Trinity Parker is more than thrilled when she lands a job in a top New York fashion store, crunching numbers in the back office. As luck would have it, it’s on her first day there that she ends up heroically foiling a robbery. Or so she thinks.

  The man she thought was stealing, Dimitri DuPont, a handsome and rich distinguished gentleman, insists Trinity apologizes to him for her assumptions. In fact, he demands more.

  Dimitri is a man one cannot say no to. So she doesn’t. She succumbs.

  Soon her life becomes a tangled web full of lies and deceit and Dimitri DuPont, the one person who’s been there through it all, takes her out of her comfort zone and leads her on a voyage of discovery.

  Will he be the anchor that she needs or the catalyst that blows her world apart?

  LION’S VINEYARD

  Living as a reject and in his own personal hell, Connor Martins abandons his family home in Lodi, California, and decides to shun them forever. But eight years is a long time. Especially now that his grandfather is frail, and in a need of his help - the Frankel family are back with a vengeance.

  When Evie Frankel learns of her mother’s wicked plan to take the land belonging to Connor’s grandfather, she never imagined she’d have to deal with Connor Martins himself. For he was long gone, and banished from Lodi.

  In a desperate need of affection, Evie crosses the line.

  In a desperate need of deflection, Connor crosses the line.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Alexandra lives in Surrey, UK with her family and her gorgeous pup. She loves writing, drinking Champagne and of course, wearing high heels.

  Most days she is glued to her trusty laptop, creating magic, but on an odd occasion you’d find her on her social media accounts, connecting with her readers.

  Her Facebook page, Twitter and Goodreads accounts have more information on her up-and-coming events and books, but it’s her Pinterest account that will give you the biggest understanding of what’s really going on in her head. Feel free to (virtually) follow her.

  www.alexandraiff.com