The Master's Wife by Simone Leigh

A BDSM Erotic Romance

An ongoing BDSM Erotic Romance between a young woman and her alpha male, billionaire Master and husband.

The master's wife

The Master’s Wife

Once a student working in a dead-end hotel job to makes ends meet, Elizabeth dreamed of a better life. 
When she foolishly decided to shower in the penthouse bathroom of one of the hotel guests, the occupant of the room returned to discover the naked Elizabeth. It had consequences she did not expect.
Over time, the Billionaire Richard Haswell became Elizabeth’s loving Master and has now married her.
On their honeymoon, what will happen next?

An ongoing BDSM Erotic Romance between a young woman and her alpha male, billionaire Master and husband.

Genre: FICTION / Erotica / BDSM

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Erotica

Language: English

Keywords: bdsm, bdsm marriage, erotic romance, dominant man, dominant and submissive, billionaire romance

Word Count: 5,800

Sales info:

One of my consistent sellers. Typically sells 2-5 copies a day on Amazon

Sample text:

The Master’s Wife


“So where are we going?” I am excited. My Master, Richard Haswell, now my husband, has kept me in the dark as to where we will spend our honeymoon.

“You’ll see.” He sounds, and looks, smug, refusing to say another word on the subject. But, besides smug, he looks wonderful, wearing the plain white linen shirt and black jeans that suit him so well. The white of the shirt sets off his tan and the tightly fitting jeans enhance his…. figure.

I am demurely dressed in a white blouse, navy blue, knee-length, skirt, and court shoes.

I try a different angle. “How long will we be away for?”

My billionaire Master has responsibilities and a heavy work schedule. I wonder if our ‘honeymoon’ is destined to be a long weekend only.

The car turns off the main highway. So, we are not going to the airport. Fantasies of sun-kissed beaches and blue seas fade away.

Instead, we follow narrow roads, away from the city entirely, up towards the mountains. After an hour or so, we turn in to a vast gateway, framed with intricate wrought iron rails and stone lions. A long drive curves ahead of us, set within close-clipped lawns. Beech, oak and chestnuts dot the landscape and, way down the hill; is that a lake?

“Oh, it’s lovely Richard? Is this the hotel where we’re staying?”

His smug-ometer is going off the scale. “It’s not a hotel. There’s just us.”

“Just us?”

“Well, I brought in a few people to cook and clean for us. Ross insisted on being one of them.” He tips his head towards our driver, whose grin I can see, even though the back of his head. “But apart from that, yes, just us.” He raises an eyebrow. “You did want us to be private for our honeymoon, didn’t you?”

Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

Already translated. Translated by Federica Melchior
Already translated. Translated by Nelson Leonel De Benedetti

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