Emily Caldwell runs a Manhattan gallery and a life both engineered to the millimeter. Absolute control is her inheritance, her coping mechanism, and the way she has kept the damage from her perfectionist father from showing on the surface. When her car stalls on Ninth Avenue, a Red Hook mechanic diagnoses it with the same quiet authority she brings to a Hepworth bronze.
Marcus Renner is a covert sculptor who has refused every power exchange relationship for three years. Emily's proposal arrives as a fifty-three page written contract with negotiated safeword protocols and a Gallery of Control built into her penthouse. Neither of them expects how accurately the other reads them. Neither of them expects how violently the art world reacts when they stop pretending.
A rival dealer is building a campaign to destroy Emily's gallery. A former Dominant has resurfaced at Marcus's garage. And the consent violation that nearly ends them is not the worst thing coming. A dark, female-led BDSM romance about inherited control, accurate reading, and what a person is when the tool that defines them is taken away.
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