Alexander Taggart's stern commands have always kept his world in order, yet the arrival of his temporary archivist Gemma threatens everything he has built. Her instinctive submission to his authority stirs a craving for discipline that he can no longer deny.
In the rain-lashed library at dusk, spilled parchments scatter at their feet as the storm rages outside. Each order he gives draws her closer to the discipline that will test the boundary between his title and his desire for complete possession over the woman who answers every command.
When his hand settles at the nape of her neck in the guttering firelight, the first standing order hangs between them, waiting to be carried out as the storm closes in.
