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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)

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Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Jane Henry
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The final, thrilling conclusion to the Master’s Protégé duet From the moment I first saw Violet Price, she bewitched me with her violet eyes, Her bravery, Her drive for justice. I was obsessed. Jealous. I needed her all to myself. Mine. So I led her here. I made her think it was her choice. I demanded she give herself to me, And in return…I gave her everything she craved. Everything. She sought vengeance, My gift to her. My atonement for the sins I’ve committed. But it’s time she learned the real truth… And it’s time to give her what she came for.
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Chapter One

Violet

“Keep your eyes straight ahead. Do not move away, even for a second.”

Cain’s deep rumble of a voice vibrates in my ear. Of course this is one of the very many ways he’d test me. Just hand me a gun that requires immense concentration to handle, give me an instruction to keep my eyes on the target ahead, then hover his magnificent, muscled body so close to mine I’m nearly trembling in anticipation.

“Bet no one else has target practice like this,” I mutter, more than a little annoyed. I don’t want to have target practice. I want to tear his clothes off and jump his bones, right now, right here, on the cold concrete floor of the target range. I’m annoyed I can’t do that, and annoyed he’s made me feel like a wanton slut.

“That’s right, Violet,” Cain says in my ear, as he ghosts his tongue over my earlobe. I stifle a whimper. “There’s no one else here who uses target practice for the sole purpose of muffling their screams when they come.”

“It’s not the sole purpose,” I mutter under my breath. I mean, I’m a damn good shot now.

I brace myself, grit my teeth, and pull the trigger. Fire explodes from the gun, the bullet tears into the paper target shaped like a human, and I watch with gleeful satisfaction as I tear a hole right between the eyes, the infamous “T-box” shot. Lethal, every time.

“Well done, little protégé,” Cain says with approval. Warmth flares through my chest at his praise. It’s rare that he doles out praise to anyone, and sometimes I feel he’s toughest on me. The others know I mean something to him, and he doesn’t want anyone to think I get preferential treatment.

I do, though.

I so do.

“Tell me the three types of gunshots,” he says, nestling his hands on my hips. He’s been training me now for nearly two months, and only a small portion of the training takes place with actual tactical work.

I try to stand up straighter, but his body’s pressed up against mine. Not that I’m complaining. I reload my gun as I spout off details. “The three main types of gunshot wounds include non-penetrating, perforating, and penetrating. Non-penetrating wounds mean the bullet grazed skin without embedding, perforating wounds involve an entrance and exit site, and penetrating wounds have an entrance site with no exit.”

“Very good. Which type of gunshot do we aim for, Violet?”

I answer like I’m under his command, because it tickles my fancy. “Whichever is the most expedient, sir.”

Sometimes we shoot to warn. Sometimes we shoot to injure. Sometimes we shoot to kill.

I hold my position, vividly aware of his heartbeat against my back and his warmth that surrounds me like a heated blanket. He’d kick anyone’s ass for engaging in target practice while so close to another, but I know it’s partly how he likes to test me.

I aim for the target and pull the trigger again.

Bam. Hit the kidney, an excellent debilitating and potentially fatal shot. The perfect one to incapacitate and cause pain without immediate death, if we’re feeling like we need to have a little chat.

“Good girl. Excellent.”

I don’t react. I don’t want anyone to see how I bask in the little rays of his praise. It’s kind of pathetic.

“Aim for the left shoulder.”

I pull the trigger and stifle a grin when the paper target of a shoulder tears open.

“Heart.”

Another on-point hit.

“Right shoulder.”

Boom.

I don’t wait for further instruction, but aim a few more shots, the last one landing straight in the groin area.

“Fuck, my balls clenched at that.”

“Your balls clenched because it’s fucking cold out here. Did you see what I made for you?”

I grin at him over my shoulder, and he quickly brushes his mouth against mine. I didn’t expect that, but I don’t stop him. I love the feel of his hot, sensual mouth on mine, the way my body melts against him and my heartbeat quickens.

“No, baby,” he whispers with a smile. “What’d you make for me?”

“It’s a heart, see?”

He looks over my shoulder. “Ah, so it is. You shot a heart shape in a human body. If that’s not the most romantic fucking thing I’ve ever seen…”

I grin. “I knew you’d like it.”

“Should I frame it?” he teases, as I clean up the little table at the range and carefully put the ammo and guns away.

“Of course. Put it away so I can regift it to you on Valentine’s Day.”

“You’re so damn romantic.”

“I try.”

He takes the gun out of my hand, lays it down on the table, and reaches for me.

“This is why you love target practice.”

I gasp when his fingers tangle in my hair, his grip firm but just exactly what I need. My mouth parts to release a whimper he quickly swallows. His tongue touches mine. My belly melts.

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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)

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ISBN/ ASIN:	B097S1K279
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They call him the executioner. Some say monster. He bears the name of the world's first murderer: Cain. Fitting. Dishonorably discharged from the military, he runs a highly secret, clandestine operation, and has everything I need to find the justice I crave. Power players at his disposal. An insatiable hunger for justice. A reckless disregard for the law. But when his own family becomes embroiled in a wicked play for power, he needs me as well. I offer him my skills, but that's not what he wants. He wants me. All of me. Carte blanche to use me as bait, to use me at his disposal... . And Cain Master always gets what he wants. Please note: Carte Blanche is book one in the Master trilogy. It is not a stand-alone novel and must be read as part of the Master trilogy.
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Chapter 1

Violet

* * *

The driver pulls over by the side of the road. “Here you go. Pay on the app.”

I look at the GPS and note we’re still a mile away. We drove by the wooden placard that read Welcome to Salem, complete with the obligatory golden witch on a broom, half a mile ago.

“Uh, this isn’t it. Still a mile up ahead.”

The kid driving the car’s about twenty years old, clean-shaven, and he wears glasses perched on the end of his nose. He looks over the wire rims and frowns. “This is as far as I go, lady. Do you know who lives up that hill?”

“I do.” I barely control my temper. “It was the address I gave you when you agreed to drive me, remember?”

He blinks. “I didn’t recognize the address. Would’ve turned down the job if I had.”

Lovely. Does everyone know the man I’m going to see, and I’ve somehow lived in ignorance all this time until yesterday?

“Soooo?”

“I won’t go up there. I don’t have a death wish, lady. I won’t charge you for the rest of the trip, only this far,” he says, as if somehow that makes it all better.

“How kind of you.” I can’t hide my disgust.

“Out,” he snaps.

“Fine.” I grab my bag, a beat up black leather crossbody I picked up at a thrift store, and sling it over my shoulder. I really should maybe find something a bit nicer for times such as these. “Thanks.”

I slam the door harder than I need to and frown at my choice of footwear. I have exactly one pair of heels in my closet, and it figures today’s the day I’d decide to wear them. I could call for another ride but that risks another rejection, and the truth is, I don’t have time. I’ve got to be at work in two hours, and I have no idea how long this—interview?—will take.

So, I do what I must. I take a deep breath and begin walking toward the house.

I fume the whole way. If Mr. Master’s asshole employee hadn’t totaled my car, I wouldn’t be walking alone to the ridiculously huge mansion a mile away on the hill. I wouldn’t have this massive headache or bruises either.

I also never would’ve discovered Cain Master or have an excuse to visit him.

The summer heat’s cooler by the seaside, yet it’s still nearly eighty degrees with no breeze. I’ll show up sweaty and disheveled, no matter how slowly or carefully I walk.

My head hurts from the injuries of the night before, but I’m otherwise alright. I used a little bit of makeup to cover the bruises, and even ran a mascara brush through my lashes. But the makeup was old and dried up, and I’m afraid I look like a little kid playing with her mom’s lipstick.

Normally, I prefer to mask my eyes—they’re a vivid violet that unfortunately is hard to hide—but today I decided it couldn’t hurt to accent them a little. Or… whatever. I don’t know what else people who know about these things would call it. Shades of purple make my eyes stand out.

The dress I chose is one of the few I own. A pale lavender number in a cotton blend, it dips in the front while still being professional, the hem hitting mid-thigh. Combined with a nude pair of pumps, the dress is professional and simple, suitable for a job like today.

It’s odd that while I was able to find out Cain Master’s history, including the cases brought and accusations made against him, I wasn’t able to find a birth date or a single picture anywhere. It’s disconcerting, honestly.

Cain Master is insignificant in the eyes of the American public… but it’s a lie.

A part of me wonders if hiding damn near everything about him online was intentional. Or did he have an identity before this one? Another name? Is this one given to him by the government, or one he chose for anonymity?

I bet he isn’t as quick as he once was, his wits dulled over the years. He’s wealthy enough, that I know from just a cursory glance at his home. But does he even own that? I spent my time researching his history and background and haven’t looked into his personal assets.

I’ll get there.

He has no family to speak of, not even so much as an ex-wife.

I know enough. Sometimes it’s better not to know more than what’s directly in front of you.

I twist my foot on a rock and stumble but throw my arms out wide and catch myself before I fall. If I hurt myself now, I’ll have to head home and cancel this mission altogether.

I carefully take off my heels and begin to walk along the side of the road. It’s cooler here, under the shadows of the large, stately maples that offer shade and shelter. I’m physically fit, but panting from the heat. I blame last night’s accident.

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