BOOK TOUR! –> Master of My Heart by Marissa Honeycutt

Title: Master of My Heart
Series: Finding Sabrina Part 2
Author: Marissa Honeycutt
Genre: Dark Romance w/ PNR Elements
Release Date: May 29, 2018

When life goes wrong, can it ever be made right?
 
Five years ago, Sabrina left Boston anticipating her short stay back home to be full of joy and hope. Instead, she became the leading role in her own living hell. Nothing more than a shadow of her former self, she escapes a malevolence determined to break her, and returns to Boston, trying to regain a semblance of the girl she once was. 
 
The girl without nightmares. 
 
The girl without shame and fear. 
 
Five years ago, Chase lost his heart and has compared every woman he encounters to the green-eyed beauty he met on the yacht. His life didn’t turn out quite the way he expected, but he has grown stronger through his trials. Now, a marriage deadline is looming and the woman he wants seems to be a ghost trapped in his past. 
 
Fate brought them together. Evil tore them apart. 
 
Can Chase lead Sabrina into the light before she’s lost to the darkness forever? 
 
 
***Please note this is Part Two of a four-part series. It must be read in order, or nothing will make any sense.

Good morning, prospective company members.” A man with spiky, salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a black sweater and loose-fitting pants, spoke with a slight accent she couldn’t quite place. The blue eyes behind his glasses were kind, his smile warm. Martin. “My name is Martin Pierce. I am the Artistic Director of the Boston Ballet Company.” He turned to introduce the people sitting along the wall of mirrors, each with a clipboard in hand. “Ballet Mistresses Delia Simpson and Danielle Mayor. Ballet Masters Kevin Steepal and Joseph Amey.”
Martin told them a little about the audition procedures and what he was looking for in dancers. “More than anything, I look for heart. Technique can be taught…to an extent.” He made a face and laughter filled the room. “Heart is what makes a good dancer great and a great dancer amazing. It cannot be taught. I would rather see a good dancer with heart than a dancer with perfect technique and no spirit.” He paused for a moment to let his words sink in. “All right. Let us begin.”
He quickly rattled off the first set of steps, then motioned to the pianist to begin. It was a typical warm-up. Plié, plié, grande plié. Pordebra. Repeat. Second position. Plié, plié… Repeat.
Second set. Tendus. Third set. Tendu/degage.
The sets became more complicated as the warm-ups progressed, which was how every class had begun since Sabrina started dancing at the age of three.
Her eyes teared up at the sudden and painful memory of her mom sitting on a bench watching her. The ache in her heart took her breath away, but she pushed away the memory and concentrated on the steps.
Around the fifth set, she had to listen carefully. She closed her eyes, translating Martin’s words into movement, and waited for the music to begin. A minute into the set, she heard him clap his hands twice and the music stopped. Sabrina opened her eyes, disoriented for a moment. She had been lost in the dance. She was facing the opposite way that the entire rest of the room faced, meaning she was looking at number 43.
Sabrina let out a little gasp and spun around, staring at the floor, shoulders slumped.
Martin walked up to her. She didn’t look at him.
“You were not with the rest of the class, Number 44.”
Sabrina heard whispers around the room. She nodded, blinking back tears, still not looking up.
“You did double the number of rond de jambe the second time around than the first. Why?”
“I thought that’s what your instructions were,” she whispered.
“You didn’t notice the other dancers not doubling the amount?”
More laughter. Her face burned with shame. “No, sir,” she answered, still looking at the floor, tears escaping. “I had my eyes closed so I could concentrate.”
He put his index finger under Sabrina’s chin and lifted her wet face. His blue eyes studied hers. For a moment, she thought he might have recognized her, but he only smiled. “You are the first audie who has ever performed the steps as I instructed, instead of repeating the previous steps and following the rest of the room.”
Sabrina blinked, not quite understanding what he meant.
“You are an intelligent dancer, Number 44.” He gave her a big smile. “And an excellent listener. Good job.” He turned and walked back to the front of the room, his steps echoing across the silence.
Sabrina stared at his back as he walked away, tears still wetting her cheeks, but her heart soared. I did something right?
Author of Gut-Wrenching Darkness
 
“If Stephen King got together with Tom Clancy and wrote an erotica book…,”
 
…is how Marissa describes her books when asked. She doesn’t seek to write any particular genre, style, or length, only following her gut instincts and the lead of her characters. The Life of Anna crosses many genre lines including erotica, suspense, psychological thriller, horror, political conspiracy, paranormal, and romance. Marissa’s story of Anna began with a dream about being kidnapped with Adam Savage from Mythbusters (Yes, really). Over the next year and a half, it morphed into the story that is now known as “The Life of Anna.” She has also published Distorted Hope, which is based on her kidnapped dream. Abandoned Grace was published last year as a side story to The Life of Anna.
 
Marissa stays busy running her household, fending off two adorable kittens, and interacting with her readers on social media. She is a self-proclaimed geek and is striving to learn the basics of graphic design. She is also actively pursuing a more natural lifestyle, which includes essential oils, natural cleaning products, and whole, organic foods. Marissa’s addictions include the Science and History Channels, anything chocolate mint, vintage books, cute kitty cats and laughter.

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