Jack Stone is the Dark Master.
A tough man. A hard man – and he is sexy as all hell.
When Jack Stone arrives in the small town of Windswept, Arizona all he wants is answers. What he finds is a sexy woman with a lust for BDSM and a secret the locals will kill to keep.

“Now, I’d suggest you two gentlemen apologize to the nice lady for your language, and then find another table and sit quietly until you finish your meals. Afterwards we can take this outside if you want to continue.”
The two men scrambled to their feet. The tall one had blood gushing from a broken nose where Stone had crunched his head down on the hard timber surface. His face was an ugly twisted mask of rage. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the diner floor and dragged the back of his hand across his mouth.
“Fuck you, boy!” the man hissed and stabbed a blood-covered finger at Stone. “I’m gonna rip you apart.”
Stone looked to the second guy, sizing him up. He was an inch shorter than the first man, but still a good size.
“Eat first,” Stone said calmly. “Because you won’t be able to afterwards. I guarantee you.” “Outside!” the first man said again. “Now!”
Stone shrugged. He turned and glanced at the waitress. “Thanks for lunch,” he said. The woman was on the telephone, speaking urgently into the mouthpiece, and Stone paused a moment longer to asked her calmly, “Are the cops on their way?”
The woman looked up from the phone and nodded. Her hands were trembling and her face was pale and frightened. “Good. Tell them to bring the paramedics,” Stone said.
And then he smiled.