The Puppetmaster by Linnea May

I don’t just train. I don’t just own. I make them dance.
My name makes their hearts beat with desire and their skin tickle with sweet fear—a name spoken in hushed voices, hot craving lacing every syllable.
They call me The Puppetmaster.
And when I’m on the hunt, they come running—willing to serve at my feet.
But not just anyone can become my puppet.
I know she can. I’ve known for a long time.
Yet, my heart almost stops when I see her name on the list.
Because this is not how it was supposed to happen.
Not now. Not like this.
Alena Prey — your name may imply otherwise, but you’re no easy take. Even for me.
You wreak havoc with a plan I’ve had for years, but it won’t stop me from reaching my goal — a goal that you’re destined to be a part of.
Don’t even try to cut the strings, my puppet.
For you’ll be the last to dance for me.