Master of Obsidian
Book I of The Master Chronicles
Jesse Madding has been working for Gideon, a vampire fighting to maintain the balance between good and
evil, for two years, and has loved him for nearly that long. When Gideon slams him against an alley wall
and demands sex, Jesse is too happy to oblige, but it opens doors in their relationship that Gideon isn't
sure he wants to enter. Especially since he suspects he was under the powerful influence of an unknown
substance, and Jesse is his best friend.
As they try to negotiate a new relationship involving Jesse’s willing submission to Gideon’s darker
desires—including bondage, pain, and bloodplay—they learn that a new drug is being distributed in the
city. Known simply as "obsidian," this drug unleashes a vampire's demon, destroying any sense of
self-control. Widespread use of obsidian could bring chaos to Chicago and turn the city into a bloodbath,
but even as Jesse and Gideon race to contain it, they're consumed and distracted by their own growing
passion and burgeoning emotions...
Advisory: This book contains graphic violence, hardcore bondage and punishment, torture and blood play.
May not be suitable for the more sensitive reader.
5 stars from Suni Farrar, Just Erotic Romance Reviews:...It is crazy how much I like this story.
The blood letting alone should repulse me, but here I am singing the novel’s praises. The sex is amazingly
erotic. My attachment to the characters came easily. I believe their coming together is destiny. As for the
plot, it could not be more dramatic. Can you imagine a city full of messed up vampires? The supporting cast
is wickedly entertaining. I am not (sic) dying to know what happens to them in the future, yet their
actions in Master of Obsidian make the pages turn faster. It is definitely a keeper. Matter of fact,
I believe I will read it again.
5 hearts from Annie, The Romance Studio:...Author Jamie Craig...pens an astonishingly detailed
and very sensual novel of the vampiric underground. With a keen eye to detail, and an outstanding
imagination, Jamie Craig writes a story that literally leaves the reader hungering for the next volume in
the series. Gideon and Jesse are characters who will get under the reader's skin and become like well-loved
friends. The sensuality sizzles right off the page, and readers should be cautioned that it is hot, erotic,
and explicit!
Grade A from Teddypig, The Naughty Bits:...Gideon is suddenly dominating Jesse in the most
forcefully HOT, sexy as hell, BDSM sex scenes I have read in a long while...this book is Damn hot.
5 kisses from Kerin, Two Lips Reviews:...Jamie Craig illustrates the interesting dichotomy with
D/s relationships by the manner in which Gideon dominates Jesse yet Jesse really holds the power in their
relationship. The world that they live in is a dark, violent world but it’s also their reality and as
Jesse comes to grips with what that means, Gideon is his foundation. From one extreme to the next, I
enjoyed where Jamie Craig took these two characters and found myself inexplicably drawn to their
intensity.
5 roses from Nicole, My Book Cravings:... Oh my god, I couldn't put this book down...I loved
the buildup of these two characters and the passion they shared it was damn hot. Even though this story was
a long book, I didn't want it to end when it did for I want more from this author from this world of
vampires.
4 angels from Ashley, Fallen Angel Reviews:...These two characters are what I look for in a book,
they had a presence and they complimented each other extremely well. Master of Obsidian is a fantastic
story about the darker side of love. Jamie Craig has found a new devoted fan with me.
EXCERPT
..Jesse lifted his head, scanning the high roofs for any sign of the vampire, but there was nothing.
Just more blackness. He wiped the sweat from his eyes, wishing he had a large bottle of iced water. Brown
clouds hung low in the sky, almost close enough to touch.
A soft thud behind him caught his attention, and he whirled around, eyes wide, axe raised overhead. Gideon
stood feet away, his lips pulling into a smirk.
“Oh, Gideon.” Jesse lowered the axe. “You startled me.”
“Which is why I’m over here and you’re over there with the big, pointy weapon,” came the amused response.
With long, sinuous strides, Gideon returned to his side and reached out to take the axe, his cool fingers
brushing along Jesse’s. “Don’t worry. You’ll get it back when there’s a real threat.”
Jesse nervously pushed his glasses up his nose, doing his best not to notice that Gideon was standing too
close, invading his personal space. “A real threat? Is the area clear of…of demons?”
“I’m still here, aren’t I?”
Jesse chuckled. “Well, of course, I meant demons that are a…a threat.” Gideon’s eyes were inscrutable in
the darkness, but he still looked vaguely amused. Jess took a half-step back, seeking some breathing room.
“Now I think I’m a little insulted here.” Gideon handled the axe with a nonchalant ease that gave no
indication how heavy the weapon really was. It swung slightly from his fingers as he edged forward, forcing
Jesse to retreat until he felt the cold wall of the building at his back. “You don’t find me even a little
bit threatening, Jess? And be honest now.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “Because I’ll know if you’re
lying.”
Jesse’s stomach dropped. He remembered how frightened he had been of Gideon in the beginning, but he had
let that fear go—mostly. Oddly, it wasn’t the fact that Gideon was a vampire that left his palms clammy and
his heart thudding. He was more aware of Gideon’s basic masculinity than anything else. “A little.”
The smirk returned. “A little is good.” Gideon lifted a hand and rested it, palm flat, against the wall by
Jesse’s ear. “A little keeps you on your toes. Unless it’s not your toes you’re interested in being on.”
Jesse was so distracted by the fact he was thoroughly trapped that it took a few seconds for the meaning
of Gideon’s words to sink in. Swallowing audibly, he murmured, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“See, now, I think you do. Smart guy like you, you don’t really need it all spelled out for you, do you?”
And there it was. The definite press of Gideon’s hips against his. The hard outline of a thick cock
beneath thin trousers. The heat of the alley didn’t seem nearly as bad as the heat that suddenly shot
through Jesse’s groin.
Gideon’s nostrils flared, and Jesse knew he didn’t have a chance at bluffing his way through this, or
playing dumb. Questions he’d long suppressed came to the surface of his mind. What did Gideon taste like?
What did he feel like? What did he smell like? What the hell was going on in Gideon’s mind? Why this? Why
now? Did Gideon see these questions reflected on his face?
“Maybe I do.”
For long seconds, Gideon merely gazed at him. The night shadowed his eyes from Jesse’s careful scrutiny,
but the twitch in his jaw and the continued flare of his nostrils sent a dark thrill through Jess’ veins.
“And who would’ve thought that need and want meant the same thing to Jesse Madding,” Gideon
murmured. “You want it spelled out for you? Let’s start with A. For arousal.”
The axe clattered to the ground as Gideon tossed it aside, and the hand that had gripped the handle so
assuredly was suddenly around Jesse’s wrist. Hard enough to border on pain. Immovable.
Without looking away, Gideon guided Jesse’s hand to their pressed hips. He inched back enough to allow his
fingers to come to rest on Gideon’s waistband. “Take me out,” he ordered.
Jesse’s heart slammed against his chest, and he didn’t know if the weight settling in his lower stomach
was fear or relief—relief seemed most likely. His fingers were awkward at first, numb and slick with sweat,
but he forced himself to concentrate. He worked the zipper down and reached into Gideon’s tight pants to
grasp his hard, smooth shaft. Jesse pulled him from the material, gripping him loosely, and looked up with
questioning eyes, trying to suppress his excitement. He didn’t want to look like an over-eager puppy.
The smile that greeted him reminded Jess of some of the pictures in his father’s books, the ones that were
kept under lock and key in the back of the cupboard Jess was never supposed to have seen. He had, though.
He had been far too curious to restrain himself, and the memory of the devils, smiling over the seething
bodies at their feet, superimposed over Gideon’s features for a moment long enough to make Jesse’s cock
jump...
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