Praise for Tiffany Reisz
‘The Siren is one of those books which has the amazing ability to create the scene in full colour in your mind’s eye—this is no small skill on the author’s part.’
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‘A beautiful, lyrical story … The Siren is about love lost and found, the choices that make us who we are … I can only hope Ms Reisz pens a sequel!’
—Bestselling author Jo Davis
‘THE ORIGINAL SINNERS series certainly lives up to its name: it’s mind-bendingly original and crammed with more sin than you can shake a hot poker at. I haven’t read a book this dangerous and subversive since Chuck
Palahniuk’s Fight Club.’
—Andrew Shaffer, author of
Great Philosophers Who Failed at Love
‘Tiffany Reisz is a smart, artful and masterful new voice in erotic fiction. An erotica star on the rise!’
—Award-winning author Lacey Alexander
‘Daring, sophisticated and literary … exactly what good erotica should be.’
—Kitty Thomas, author of Tender Mercies
‘Dazzling, devastating and sinfully erotic, Reisz writes unforgettable characters you’ll either want to know or want to be. The Siren is an alluring book-within-a-book, a story that will leave you breathless and bruised, aching for another chapter with Nora Sutherlin and her men.’
—Miranda Baker, author of Bottoms Up and Soloplay
‘You will most definitely feel strongly for these characters … this was an amazing story and I’m so happy that it’s not over. I can’t wait to jump back into Nora’s world.’
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About the Author
TIFFANY REISZ lives in Lexington, Kentucky. She graduated with a BA in English from Centre College and is making her parents and her professors proud by writing erotica under her real name. She has five piercings, one tattoo and has been arrested twice. When not under arrest, Tiffany enjoys Latin dance, Latin men and Latin verbs. She dropped out of a conservative seminary in order to pursue her dream of becoming a smut peddler. If she couldn’t write, she would die.
Also by Tiffany Reisz:
The Original Sinners
THE PRINCE
THE ANGEL
THE SIREN
E-Book Novellas
THE MISTRESS FILES
THE GIFT
(previously published as SEVEN DAY LOAN)
IMMERSED IN PLEASURE
SUBMIT TO DESIRE
The story’s not over quite yet!
Watch for THE PRIEST
coming soon from Mills & Boon SPICE
The Mistress
Tiffany Reisz
Dedicated to Mistress Jeanette, Mistress Amiko, Mistress Astria,
Mistress Sade Ami, Mistress Michelle Lacy and all the
Dominatrixes who make the world their footstool.
I kneel at your feet and kiss your boots.
Your Servant Always,
Tiffany
The story so far …
At the end of The Prince, the following statements were true:
1. Erotica writer Nora Sutherlin and her former intern Wes Railey are engaged.
2. Marie-Laure (the long-thought-dead sister of King of the Underground Kingsley Edge) is alive.
3. Nora Sutherlin, Søren’s lover for fourteen years, has been kidnapped but is unharmed.
4. Søren, who Kingsley wants to steal from Nora, is a Catholic priest.
At the end of The Mistress, only one of these statements will be true.
And we know that all things work
together for good to them that
love God.
to them who are the called
according to His purpose.
—Romans 8:28
The lady or the tiger?
—Frank Stockton
1 THE QUEEN
When Nora came to she was fifteen years old again.
She had to be. What else could explain the cold, industrial chair she sat in, the unforgiving metal of the handcuffs on her wrists and the terror in her heart?
Inside her aching and addled mind, Eleanor Schreiber opened her eyes and raised her head. Across from her in the interrogation room at the police station sat the new priest at Sacred Heart—3:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning and here he was before her, a mere twenty-nine years old in the face but with eyes ancient enough they’d probably seen Christ in the flesh. She kind of hoped he had. She’d always wondered how tall Jesus was.
The priest—Father Stearns to the church but Søren to her—said nothing. He merely stared at her with a little smile lurking on his lips. At least someone was enjoying her misery. Where was her father? Her dad should be here now. She needed her father, not her Father. Her dad was the reason she’d ended up arrested in Manhattan in the hours before dawn. But no, she only had her priest and the desire to wipe the smile off that perfect face of his.
“So I’ve been meaning to ask you …” She decided to take control of the moment and be the first to break the silence. “Are you one of those priests who fucks the kids in the congregation?”
Whatever reaction she’d hoped for from her priest, she didn’t get it.
“No.”
Eleanor took a deep breath and exhaled heavily through her nose.
“Too bad.”
“Eleanor, perhaps we should discuss the predicament you’re in at the moment.”
“I’m in a real pickle.” She nodded, hoping to annoy him. A useless plan. They’d met twice before tonight and she’d done her damnedest to get under his skin both times. No dice. He’d treated her with kindness and respect both times. She wasn’t used to that.
“You were arrested on suspicion of grand theft auto. Supposedly five luxury vehicles with a combined value of over a quarter of a million dollars have disappeared from Manhattan tonight. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
“I take the fifth. That’s