Velvet Glove

'My women don't run around in jeans.' The words were spoken so lightly that Audrey didn't register until Patrick had closed the door behind him. It's starting, she thought. He's going to tell me what to wear, how to speak, what to think. He's going to master me. Did she really want to get involved with a man like this? God, no! said the practical feminist. God, yes! said the woman who'd hung from chains in his dungeon.

At the age of twenty-two, Audrey is an SM Goldilocks in search of the perfect master. Her first candidate--an icy-cool banker--is too cruel. Her second choice--a childhood sweetheart -- is far too tender. When she meets Patrick, the charismatic owner of a bar, he seems just right. But can Audrey trust the man behind the charm? Or will Patrick drag her deeper into submission than she will care to go?