Trained to be Her Bride

“Your fiancée desires that I train you,” The Lady Jane's voice drops to a silky purr. “But she wouldn't send you to me unless she sensed what I see plainly: a man desperate to be taught who he really is.”

When my fiancée sends me to a mysterious brownstone as punishment for a bachelor party gone wild, I expect a weekend of relationship counseling — not a complete dismantling of everything I thought I knew about myself. Every layer of clothing The Lady Jane strips away is replaced by something forbidden and beautiful: satin against my skin, stockings sliding up my legs, and a new name that makes my heart race.

Ariana.

When I return to Melissa, I expect the game to end. But our wedding night won't be what I imagined. I'm won’t be her husband — I'm going to be her bride. And as she claims me completely, I'm forced to confront the truth.

Perhaps this is who I was always meant to be.