Mar 29 2017 12:00pm

Tara Sue Me Excerpt: Master Professor

Tara Sue Me

Andie Lincoln is madly in love with Terrence Knight—her childhood friend-turned-Hollywood’s newest golden boy. But he’s a Dominant and wants her trained as a submissive before he’ll consider a relationship with her. He enrolls her at the RACK Academy with strict instructions for her teachers: Do whatever you need to, but don’t take her virginity.

Fulton Matthews, the director of incoming students, is enthralled by Andie. Though he questioned her enrollment at first, watching her discover her submissive nature is hotter than his most intense fantasy. Under his control, her sexual awakening brings him to his knees.

Yet they can go only so far. Andie belongs to another, and Fulton is bound by a contract that strictly forbids relationships between teachers and students. But when Terrence comes to collect his prize, Fulton discovers it’s not easy to let Andie go. . .

Get a sneak peek at Tara Sue Me's Master Professor (available April 4, 2017) with an exclusive excerpt of a selected scene.

“When does Terrence arrive?” Fulton asked.

Terrence. Damn it. Why was he always the last thing on her mind when she was around Fulton?

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked. “Is he not coming after all?”

Was it her imagination or had he sounded hopeful when he asked that? Probably her imagination.

“No, he’s still coming. Friday at four I think.”

“I  was thinking you should wait for him in the ballroom. Kneeling. Maybe in a dress.” He spoke matter-of-factly like it  didn't bother him.

And why should it? They were nothing to each other, besides teacher and student. Hell, he probably wanted her to be with Terrence, in the hopes that she’d see she wasn’t submissive after all.

“I could do that,” she said, determined that wouldn’t be the case. She would spend time with Terrence, come back to the school, graduate, and then get a job somewhere close to Terrence. She’d never have to see Fulton again.

Why did the thought of that make her heart hurt?

“Can I ask you a question?” Fulton had finished his first sandwich and pointed to the second. “Make that two questions, do you want the other sandwich?”

She shook her head.

“Okay, my real question. You’re an awesome cook.”


“Right. Chef. Sorry. Anyway. When you first arrived, you said you’d be looking for a job after graduation.”



She frowned. “Why? Because what else would I do?”

“You’re going to be the submissive of an A-list celebrity.” He shrugged. “I wouldn’t think he’d like you working.”

“I’m not just going to sit around his house all day. I mean, we haven’t even discussed living arrangements. We’re planning to do all that once I graduate and his filming is finished. We aren’t engaged or anything.”

He nodded around a bite of food. “I didn’t mean any disrespect by my question. I was just wondering.”

“No, that’s okay. No need to apologize.”  But now he’d added something new  for her to worry about. What if he didn’t want her working? Then what? There was no way she would sit around and do nothing. Plus, Terrence traveled a lot and she sure as hell wasn’t going to spend her life following him from location to location.

So where did that leave her?

Maybe they would get a chance to talk about this weekend. She wondered if she should write all her questions down or if that would look stupid. Surely, she could remember.

“I lied,” Fulton said. “One more question. It’s personal, but again, I mean no disrespect. I just want to make sure you’ve thought of it.”

Oh, dear. This didn’t sound good. “What?”

“Now that you’ve had a little training, do you think Terrence is going to want to get physical this weekend and, if so, are you protected?”

“Are you actually questioning me about my sex life?”

“I’m your BDSM instructor, Miss Lincoln. Your sex life is my job.”

Well, when he put it that way.

She took a deep breath. “We had talked previously and agreed we’d wait until after graduation. He’s not one to spring things on me, so I don’t see him moving that timeline up.”

She could have swore he smiled at that.  She must be imagining things.

“How are you still a virgin anyway?” he asked. “Not that there’s anything wrong with it. Just isn’t typical, you know?”

“I pride myself on being atypical,” she said and flipped her hair for good measure.

He raised an eyebrow.

She starting putting the sandwich wrapper away. “It’s not anything major, really. It just sort of happened. My parents didn’t let me date much, just group things. And then, when I went to  college, I was focused on grades and didn’t have  time for anything serious.”

He’d finished eating and was watching her with careful eyes. Not I don’t believe you, there must be more to it eyes, but careful and studious all the same.

She threw the bag away. “I don’t get what the big deal is anyway. It’s sort of like you wake up at twenty and people look at you like you’re a freak if you haven’t had sex. Seriously, worry about global warming, the national deficit, why the government allows genetically modified food to be sold. My virginity shouldn’t be a topic of conversation. It’s not contagious.”

“Sounds like you’re taking it a bit personally, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t ask you.” She stopped. Her fight wasn’t with him. But on second thought, maybe it was. “I think my problem is I’m sexually frustrated.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m here, surrounded by sex constantly and I can’t have it.”

He grinned, damn him.

“It’s not funny.”

“I didn’t mean to imply it was. I haven’t seen this side of you.”

She snorted. “I’m not  going to say anything else because you’ll probably make me masturbate in front of you again and that’s not what I want.”

“What do you want, Andie?”

Andie. So much better than Miss  Lincoln. It was the use of her first name that made her tell him. “What do I want? I want a man to take me in his arms and kiss me. Really kiss me. And I want him to want me so bad, he thinks he’ll die if he doesn’t have me. I want raw, dirty sex, Master Matthews. The kind that shocks old ladies and that grown men fantasize about. I want to stay up all night with the man I love because we can’t keep our hands off each other and we fall asleep at dawn exhausted and sore, but totally blissed out. That is what I want, Sir.”

He didn’t move for several long seconds. He simply stared at her.

“What?” she finally asked.

He shook himself. “Nothing. It’s  only I didn’t realize so much  sexual frustration could fit inside such a tiny body.”

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Shelly Laurenston is the New York Times bestselling author of many paranormal romance titles, including the Pride series, Hunting Season, and the Magnus Pack series. As G. A. Aiken, she has also penned the Dragon Kin series. Originally from Long Island, Shelly now lives on the West Coast.

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