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Rumors ruin reputations. For a maid, they can be maddening.
The sharp-tongued Professor Campbell, your employer, is dead. Insinuations about your “nightly duties” make finding a new position impossible. Just as you exhaust the last of your options, an unexpected offer of employment comes from a man you’ve never met: Sicarius Estrova – shipping magnate, eligible bachelor, and an old friend of the professor.
His household, Gravelorne Manor, is far from the picture-perfect image it projects. The staff are rowdy, the mansion is bizarrely furnished, and your beguiling master seems to delight in playing calculating mind games. Too old for the nonsense, you meet his perverse teasing with biting wit and pernicious poise. However, when his endless taunts turn into a sudden proposal, you cannot help but feel something is amiss.
Seduced by his amorous attentions and the promise of financial security, you enter into a marriage where the only certainty is Sicarius’s obsessive desire to mold you into his world. As your husband flip-flops between hopeless romantic and shameless devil, you begin to wonder what wicked schemes hide behind that charming smile.
Reader Character Description: She/her pronouns, female anatomy, approx age late twenties to mid-forties.
ISBN Paperback: 9798986092409
ISBN eBook: 9798986092416
Amazon sales information number eBook: B09ZB1QPZS
Amazon sales information number paperback: B09ZCQB33H
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Shaking hands clenched in front of your stomach as you begged the pounding of your heart to be silent. Fighting your nerves, you looked him dead in the face. “Will you require me to help you undress?”
Sicarius's eyes sparkled with amusement. “Would you like to undress me?”
Your smile creaked. “I would like to perform my prescribed duties to your satisfaction, Master.”
He ran a hand through his hair and smirked at you. “My, this room got chilly.”
You turned on your heel and strode to the wardrobe. “I shall fetch your long underwear.”
As you sifted through the clothing, his gaze burned your throat. Quiet steps crept to the closet. A long arm reached past your shoulder. He leaned over you, watching the selections drift in and out of your fingertips. You stiffened but said nothing. Acknowledging it would only cause him to tease you more. Best to wait for him t—
All at once, you felt the bristle of a man’s whiskers brush against your neck. You whipped around, pressing yourself flat against the closet.
Sicarius laughed and held up both hands. “Easy now. I was just checking what colors I owned.” He pointed to the bathroom door and rotated his shoulder. “Would you go draw a bath for me? My arm is rather tense from all that writing.”
You frowned at him. “Master, please refrain fro—”
He turned his back to you. The clink of metal set your pulse pounding. His belt hit the floor with a thud. “Are you still here?” Wicked blue eyes peered over his shoulder. “Is watching me undress one of your prescribed duties?”
As you clenched your teeth and hustled to the bathroom, only one thought occupied your mind:
Maybe if you filled the tub deep enough, he would drown in it.
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Rumors ruin reputations. For a maid, they can be maddening.
The sharp-tongued Professor Campbell, your employer, is dead. Insinuations about your “nightly duties” make finding a new position impossible. Just as you exhaust the last of your options, an unexpected offer of employment comes from a man you’ve never met: Sicarius Estrova – shipping magnate, eligible bachelor, and an old friend of the professor.
His household, Gravelorne Manor, is far from the picture-perfect image it projects. The staff are rowdy, the mansion is bizarrely furnished, and your beguiling master seems to delight in playing calculating mind games. Too old for the nonsense, you meet his perverse teasing with biting wit and pernicious poise. However, when his endless taunts turn into a sudden proposal, you cannot help but feel something is amiss.
Seduced by his amorous attentions and the promise of financial security, you enter into a marriage where the only certainty is Sicarius’s obsessive desire to mold you into his world. As your husband flip-flops between hopeless romantic and shameless devil, you begin to wonder what wicked schemes hide behind that charming smile.
(A yandere style reader insert horror romance where you play the main character.)
Reader Character Description: She/her pronouns, AFAB anatomy, approx age late twenties to mid-forties.
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Location: The City of Marinar and Graveborn Manor, The United Kingdom of Coriland
Likes: Cats, being a pervert, bone china, baiting people
Dislikes: Slobbering dogs, people without personality
Sexuality: Omnisexual - Single Target
Favorite color: Sapphire blue
Ethnicity: Gamodian
Chapter 1 Excerpt - Maid For Your Master:
“When the door opened, the driver rose to his feet with the grace of a jungle cat. His skin was stark pale against his black suit, like fine linen splashed with ink. Tall cheekbones looked carved, as if one of the old masters sculpted him from marble. Age gave him shadows that accented their shape. The hardest feature to ignore was the deep scar running down the right side of his scalp. Stretching from the top of his head to his eyebrow, it looked like a trench dug between his silver locks.
He strolled to the graveside, one hand in his pocket. When he reached the back of the line, he tugged off his tinted glasses and placed them in his coat. The wrinkled bags under his blue eyes were dark as bruises against his fair complexion.
From the other pocket, he produced a filigree encrusted silver watch. Its hands lay as still as your master.When at last it was his turn, he took no spice between his fingers. Instead, one hand still in his coat, he tossed the watch into the grave. It clattered on the wood, leaving a dent in the smooth varnish before sliding into the muddy ground.
You were close enough to hear his hoarse voice swell with amusement.
“Sorry to be late, Professor. Your watch stopped working three days ago.”
First attempt at drawing our villain. He’s supposed to be about 44.
Chapter 1 Excerpt - Maid For Your Master:
“When the door opened, the driver rose to his feet with the grace of a jungle cat. His skin was stark pale against his black suit, like fine linen splashed with ink. Tall cheekbones looked carved, as if one of the old masters sculpted him from marble. Age gave him shadows that accented their shape. The hardest feature to ignore was the deep scar running down the right side of his scalp. Stretching from the top of his head to his eyebrow, it looked like a trench dug between his silver locks.
He strolled to the graveside, one hand in his pocket. When he reached the back of the line, he tugged off his tinted glasses and placed them in his coat. The wrinkled bags under his blue eyes were dark as bruises against his fair complexion.
From the other pocket, he produced a filigree encrusted silver watch. Its hands lay as still as your master.When at last it was his turn, he took no spice between his fingers. Instead, one hand still in his coat, he tossed the watch into the grave. It clattered on the wood, leaving a dent in the smooth varnish before sliding into the muddy ground.
You were close enough to hear his hoarse voice swell with amusement.
“Sorry to be late, Professor. Your watch stopped working three days ago.”
WIP Lineart: Sicarius Estrova - Chapter Seven - Page 90 of Maid For Your Master
Shaking hands clenched in front of your stomach as you begged the pounding of your heart to be silent. Fighting your nerves, you looked your employer dead in the face. “Will you require me to help you undress?”
His eyes sparkled with amusement. “Would you like to undress me?”
Your smile creaked. “I would like to perform my prescribed duties to your satisfaction, Master.”
He ran a hand through his hair and smirked at you. “My, this room got chilly.”
You turned on your heel and strode to the wardrobe. “I shall fetch your long underwear.”
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Drawing a scene from chapter seven of "Maid For Your Master". Still screwing around with the left ear and left elbow but it's slowly coming together. (Current project time 10+ hours).
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