The Pleasure Master

by Nina Bangs

Love Spell

Paranormal Romance: Time Travel

August 30, 2005

ISBN-13: 0505524457

Available in: Paperback (reprint)

The Pleasure Master
by Nina Bangs

A very special man is now available.

The Pleasure Master. A man who knows the secrets of a woman's body, who can bring her sensual joy and fulfill her deepest sexual fantasies. Is there a woman alive who wouldn't want to meet him?

Check New York hairdresser Kathy Bartlett off your list. She has enough problems with a rotten ex-husband and a car that's stranded her. Men and cars. Both overheat at the wrong time. She needs a vacation somewhere warm and peaceful, with only subservient males.

Whoever is in charge of wish fulfillment doesn't listen well, because Kathy is suddenly flung back to 1542 Scotland. It's cold, definitely not peaceful, with nary a subservient male in sight. There's only Ian Ross, the Pleasure Master.

Ian's brothers demand that he prove his sexual power by seducing a woman no other man can seduce. Who better than Kathy? She has nothing but contempt for Ian Ross, and as Ian's brothers have discovered, any attempt to woo the lass could put a man's most precious body parts in grievous danger.

Ian accepts the challenge, confident he can seduce any woman, then leave her with his emotions untouched. Kathy remains determined to resist the explosive attraction she feels for Ian. Love won't be denied, but time is an impatient enemy.

2002 PRISM AWARD Finalist:
3RD place - TIME TRAVEL

P.E.A.R.L. AwardWinner of the P.E.A.R.L. Award 2001 Honorable Mention - Best Time Travel

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Nina Bangs' Bio

My one regret in life? I wish I'd started writing sooner.

Talk about misspent youth. What did I do during those lazy summer days of childhood when I could've been honing my writing skills? Nothing. Okay, so I spent a lot of time dreaming I was a cowgirl with a trusty black stallion. Oh, and I read every Walter Farley horse novel. I was an only child so I relied on my imagination to supply the excitement in my life.

By high school, I'd decided to trade in my lariat for a trench coat. I was into dark and dangerous. As an intrepid foreign correspondent, I'd stalk the mean streets of the world. Did I actually write anything? No, but I did read all of Agatha Christie's mysteries.

I worked at a department store during college. My short stint in the accounting department taught me a lot about math. Three hundred-dollar shortages plus hysterical tears equaled instant move to gift-wrap. A career in math was not in my future. I didn't care because I'd discovered "real" literature. I plowed through James Joyce's Ulysses and Tolstoy's War and Peace. If it didn't make my eyes cross then it wasn't worth reading. Yes, I admit it, I was a literary snob.

But there's just so much "real" literature one person can take. I graduated from Rutgers University with a degree in English Literature and a determination to avoid books that induced eye crossing or had tragic endings. The only things I managed to write during those years were research papers.

I taught second grade for several years then spent two years in Dublin, Ireland. A friend and I supported ourselves by singing folk songs in Irish pubs. We weren't great, but we were young, enthusiastic, and wore short skirts. It was obviously my destiny to be the next Judy Collins. I spent a lot of time pouring through music books.

Returning to New Jersey and reality, I taught elementary school until I grew restless again. My cross-country odyssey included stays in Arizona, California, and Texas. Along the way, I indulged my love of horses. No black stallions, but I did have several beautiful Arabian mares. I read tons of books on breeding and showing.

Somewhere between California and Texas I grew addicted to romance novels and cats. The cat's independent attitude was exactly the quality I admired in my romance heroes. And once I decided to try writing my own romances, I made sure a cat crept into each story.

Texas is my permanent home. I've come full circle. Born in San Antonio, I spent most of my life in New Jersey. Maybe the Texas in my blood accounts for my attachment to strong men, fast horses, and wide-open spaces.

My love of cats? Haven't a clue.

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