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Ellie Masters has been exploring the worlds of romance, dark erotica, science fiction, and fantasy by reading and writing the stories she likes to read. When not writing, Ellie can be found outside, where her passion for all things outdoor reigns supreme: off­ roading, ATV-ing, scuba diving, hiking, and breathing fresh air, are just a few of her favorite pursuits.

Wife, lover, and mother are her most treasured roles, but Ellie has played many parts: counter-girl at McDonalds, a research assistant in a Nanofabrication facility, rocket scientist, physician, and now a published author with the release of her debut novel Changing Roles. Ellie is adding to her publications, HEART’S INSANITY: an Angel Fire Rock Romance coming August 2016.

She has lived all over the United States, east, west, north, south and central, but grew up under the Hawaiian sun. Now, Ellie is proud to call herself a Southern transplant, learning to say y’all and ‘bless her heart’ with the best of them. She lives with her beloved husband, two children who refuse to flee the nest, and four fur-­babies; three cats who rule the household, and a dog who wants nothing other than for the cats to be his friends. The cats have a different opinion regarding this matter.

Ellie’s favorite way to spend an evening is curled up on a couch, laptop in place, watching a fire, drinking a good wine, and bringing forth all the characters from her mind to the page and hopefully into the hearts of her readers.




Kate Summers’s career on the Police Force came to an implosive end when the Mayor’s wife exposed her secret life as the Mistress of Pain. Kate lost not only her detective’s badge, but something much more valuable. She lost her confidence as a Mistress of men.

She now scrapes by as a private investigator, feeding off the misery of others. When the Mayor and his wife ask her to investigate the murder of their daughter, Kate faces a difficult decision. To follow the leads, she must reenter the world that destroyed her career and go undercover as a submissive to a noted Dom. Only Kate swore she’d never endure the submissive role again.

Yet Jake Davenport is the one dominant fearless enough to not only challenge her rules, but break them. While accepting her new role and the erotic thrill it brings her is difficult enough, Jake’s complicated past raises many questions. As her investigation progresses, the man she’s fallen in love with might just be her number one suspect.




With my first step through the doorway, the hubbub of the room dropped a notch. My third step brought a hush that spread like wildfire. The first whispers floated toward my ears, my moniker, Mistress of Pain, spoken with more than a hint of awe. The tiniest smile lifted my lips.

They remembered me.

Each step forward boosted my confidence. I marched straight toward the registration desk, each step firmer than the last. The spike in my heart rate dropped, prideful that my reputation had withstood the intervening years. The arrogance of the Mistress of Pain grew, swelling inside of me and stamping out the useless second-guessing from moments before.

I was here to possess, to claim, to inflict pain. It burned in my veins with an angry intensity. The desire growing in my gut needed to be fed before I could focus on the work that had actually brought me here.

Confidence surged in my blood, echoing the arrogance expected of my reputation. I cut to the front of the line. Not a single person complained. They parted for me, stepping aside as if it were their honor to give up their space in the queue.

God, it was good to be home.


Pam Godwin: Ladies, this is one tough heroine, beautifully written prose, and lots of delicious kink. You don’t want to miss this.

Do you like tough heroines? Intelligently written BDSM? Complicated alphas? Plots that spin your brain? If so, don’t pass up this book.

Ellie Masters has unleashed a sexy debut novel that provokes and shakes with a sharp examination of kink woven through a twisty storyline. The plucky Kate Summers can take on the world in her Mistress white leather. But how will she maintain her hard edge when her role changes?

This is smart erotic romance with captivating prose and a hearty helping of suspense. Be prepared to dive into a story that stimulates the mind and…well, you know where else.

B2B: This book!!!! Freaking Wow! As an introduction to Ellie Master’s writing, Changing Roles is a brilliant and somewhat intense insight into the world of BDSM. While I have read several books in this genre, this was a well written, knockout story unlike any I have read before and I floved it!! Changing Roles was not just about the kink, there is an actual story and what a suspense-driven, thrilling story it is. Total Win! …
Changing Roles has a steady pace and builds from the very start. Every character you meet in this book is intriguing. Let me just tell you, that Ms. Masters needs to write more about several of the couples from this book. I would love to read more on Bryce or Lily or even Mitzy. The only thing I might have had issue with is the very end….it freaking ended!!! I wanted just a little bit more. I leave you with this little sensual morsel from Changing Roles…and yes go out and buy this good read…I think you will agree it’s more than just 5 stars!

“Just like our first time, he held me with the power of a verbal binding. I latched onto his command, my submission unfurling from a place deep with in me.”


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Skye Summers endured a tragic past. She wants what the past stole, and despite lingering scars, she’s surviving and thriving. Now she cures the sick, heals the wounded, and takes care of those clinging to life. The only person she can’t heal is herself, because Skye is too broken for love.

Ash Dean has it all: Fame, fortune, and the adoration of screaming fans. The constant parties, drugs, alcohol, and an endless string of one-night stands are taking their toll. He gives and his fans take, until he’s lost within the crowd. He wants someone to see him for the man he wishes to be rather than the one he’s become.

One fate…

Two lives…

Three Days…

That’s the proposition…

It would be insane to accept and Skye’s a fool to agree, but she’s tired of playing it safe, besides what could go wrong?


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Skye pushed past the morning Metro commuters and fumbled for the lanyard at her neck, not interested in engaging in another conversation with Ash.

The frigid wind spilled down the long escalators descending into the DC Metro along with a crowd of bundled travelers. A true feat of engineering, the warren of Metro lines, and cavernous design of the platforms, kept the busy subway system of the nation’s capitol one of the cleanest among large metropolitan cities. Why was he chasing her down? The last thing she needed was some cocksure asshole trying to pick her up.

“Goddammit. Stop,” Ash yelled, three steps away. She stretched towards the turnstile, ready to swipe her pass, but then his hand fell on her shoulder and yanked her to a stop.

With a yelp, she reached for his wrist, or tried to. She’d forgotten about the drink she carried. Hot cocoa spewed out directly toward his chest, and the steaming liquid splattered across his taut, white cotton shirt.

Although many of those passing by gawked, as a whole, the crowd parted around them. “Oh my God!” The empty paper cup tumbled to the floor, and Skye shook out her hand, hot cocoa flying. Droplets splattered his jeans and the tops of his converse sneakers. The tail end of the dark, chocolaty goodness coated his hand as well as his shirt. “Fuck.” He pulled the burning fabric away from his chest.

Only then did she notice her backpack slung over his shoulder. Her attention shifted from the dark brown stain on his shirt, to the burning hot cocoa dripping off his hand, and back to her bag. “I’m so sorry.”

She prayed the liquid had cooled enough not to scald. Ash pinched his shirt and held it out from his body. His nose scrunched. “What the fuck is this?” He leveled the full intensity of his gaze on her. Then he sniffed his shirt. “That’s not coffee.” The wet t-shirt outlined a six-pack beneath the drenched fabric, and she couldn’t help but stare.

“It’s cocoa.”


He pressed the pad of his thumb against her lip.

“I feel bad about your drink.” Her knees nearly bucked, weakened under the press of that thumb. He had found a way inside her private bubble, and the way he took her in, with those mesmerizing eyes, made her world tilt and tremble.

When his palm cupped her jaw, her stomach tumbled. Pressing a palm to her belly did nothing to calm the riot going on in there.

And then it happened. His eyes shifted between her mouth and her eyes, and he leaned in for a kiss.


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Black, Blue, and Purple Pain Anthology

My summer Skye (Ellie Masters)

(coming October 2016)


Black, Blue, and Purple Pain Anthology

My Summer Skye (Ellie Masters)


The night became a river of time, meandering toward morning, but never seeming to quite get there. Hardly calm, the moments slipped by in a tumultuous torrent, raging, and buffeting Elsbeth, until dawn’s cautious light finally cracked through the single, small basement window. That sliver of hope brought yawns to their tormentors and ushered the men upstairs to their beds. They kept her and Forest locked downstairs, but she didn’t care, because the arrival of the sun meant one less day of summer to endure.

She wasn’t entirely certain about Forest’s state of mind. Had they broken him? She feared that was the case. He was both too young and fragile for John Snowden’s armament of coercion and seduction. The things done had turned her stomach and soured her mouth, made even more heartbreaking because she had been one of the tools used to tear apart her precious beanpole.


Lifting her head, she leaned forward to brush the top of his shoe with her lips. The ritual disgusted her, but as Forest said all of this was merely a channel of time. She had to get from this moment through to the next until morning came. Clark Preston would disappear and all would be right. If only she could find a way to make him disappear forever.