We are extremely excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Cherise Sinclair's MASTER OF FREEDOM! MASTER OF FREEDOM is a Contemporary Erotic Romance novella in Cherise’s Mountain Masters Series! This is a 1001 Dark Nights novella so it is exclusively available as Amazon Kindle and Paperback!
Excerpt: “Virg called. There’s a prison riot in Yard A. But while that happened, a Hummer took out the fence in the minimum-security section. Several racist gang members—skinheads—were on yard work. Four grabbed a couple of the female staff and escaped.” When Atticus’s hand stopped in midstroke, the mare nudged him chidingly. “What about Gin? Is she all right? Has anyone seen her?” “Buddy,” Morgan’s gaze was stark. “She was kidnapped.” “No.” The word came from his gut. Then he moved. Left the stall. Shut in the mare. “Lend me a car.” He could— Morgan grabbed his shoulder and ducked the reflexive punch. “Hold, man. They had a Jeep. Abandoned it up around Banner Mountain. The trailhead there breaks into a shitload of small paths. Virgil wants us to mount up, take the Flint trail, and see if we can cut their tracks.” Smelling trouble, Trigger came to sit at Atticus’s feet. Despite the fear for Gin tearing through him, Atticus forced himself to pause. Think. Hummer for the fence. Must have had the Jeep waiting. All on yard work. That shouldn’t have been allowed. Had they planned the riot as a diversion? They probably had gun or drug money to blow on bribes. Everything pointed to a coordinated plan. Well thought out. So they’d know roadblocks would be set up. “They’ll have gear from the car. And maps. Are probably making for a point where they can be picked up by car.” Wyatt had swung into action. When home, the Mastersons assisted Search and Rescue; they kept packs ready to go. “Ware, catch.” Saddlebags flew through the air. Atticus caught the load. Yard A. Sawyer wasn’t in that one. Still… “Any word on my brother?” “Virgil didn’t say anything.” Morgan was saddling his horse. Stay safe, bro. Keep your head down. Atticus saddled Festus and turned his mind to the task. The fucking inmates were canny enough to set up a prison break. They had hostages. And they’d react like cornered rats if found. Gin, hold on, sweetling. Atticus only had his service weapon. We need more firepower. “Wyatt, we’re going to need rifles. Accurate ones.” “On it, buddy.” Morgan ran for the house. Time to go hunting. About Cherise Sinclair: Having to wear glasses in elementary school can scar a person for life. Dubbed a nerd at an early age, Cherise Sinclair has been trying to live up to the stereotype ever since. And what better way than being an author? Known for writing deeply emotional stories, the USA Today Bestselling Author has penned sixteen erotic romance novels, most with a BDSM theme. (Please do not mention the phrase mommy porn in her presence.) Her awards range from a National Leather Award to a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice nomination to a GoodReads BDSM group award for best author of the year. Called an “ascendant erotica queen” by Rolling Stone Magazine, Cherise spends her days writing, supervised by a sadistic calico cat.