Jennifer Bene

Teaser Tuesday! ‘Inheritance’ by Jennifer Bene

I hope you joined me on Friday, lovelies, because I had the BEST news. Did you hear? I quit the corporate life and am officially a full time author. That’s right, ME, I am a USA Today Bestselling Author and I now write words for you full time. I mean, leaving corporate America behind left such a gap in my anxiety and everything. And everyone enjoys panicking before an evaluation, or knowing that people are monitoring everything you say in order to document it for a constructive feedback session. I’m sure with expecting great productivity from me is going to go over wonderfully…

That said, I PROMISED you that I was working on Inheritance and here is another excerpt. I can’t wait to bring you this story and now that I have time to actually WRITE, I hope I can bring it to you even faster.

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Inheritance

Sooo….yeah I STILL don’t have a blurb yet. But that’s okay because you know the gist of things now, right?

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Excerpt

Pulling another page of the newspaper free, Lianna folded it around a coffee cup, tucking the excess paper inside before she nestled it in the box with its brothers. One more cup and that shelf was empty. Which meant she was possibly five percent of the way to having her apartment packed. Staring at all the open cabinets, she sighed and grabbed her wine glass.

There were boxes everywhere. Most of them still open, because she couldn’t figure out how much to put in a box, or what to put in them.

But it’s not like she’d ever packed her own apartment before.

David had rolled his eyes when she’d told him. Time to learn, angel, he’d said before handing her the packing tape. He’d at least taken the time to show her how to tape off the bottom of a box before she put shit in it, but then he’d gone to work.

She was supposed to have one room finished by the time he got home, but there was no way in hell that was going to happen. It felt impossible. Too overwhelming to pack her whole life into boxes.Especially the ones marked sell and donate.

Going through her closet had added a few things to each, but on top of everything else going on… it was more tempting to empty the last bit of wine in the bottle and open another one to keep drinking. Getting drunk before six o’clock in the evening was acceptable under these circumstances, right?

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath and walked out of the kitchen. Moving past the scattered boxes, she paused before the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the sun drooping low in the sky where it peeked between two skyscrapers as it painted the world orange.

Only a week and she’d never see this view again.

Her twenty-fourth-floor corner apartment had a panoramic view of the city. It was what sold her on the place the moment she’d walked inside. Not the custom cabinets, or marble countertops, or high-end appliances… it was this. The wide view of the city that wrapped behind the fireplace, high enough that the noise of the city faded, suspended like a bird flying high in the sky. As she stepped closer to the edge, planting her toes on the metal windowsill, she looked down at the street far below and, for a moment, it felt like she was up in the air. Hovering on the wind so high above the cars and people that the world faded away — which was a stupid thought. She wasn’t flying anywhere, wasn’t escaping. This was her new reality.

A life that had never been real, never honest, but was ruined all the same.

Pulling herself away from the window, she swallowed a mouthful of wine. The apartment wasn’t huge, but it was hers. She had paid for it out of her own money, her own paychecks from Mercier Systems. Back then it had mattered to have something that she could claim instead of something her father handed her. Even if the job that supplied the paychecks had been, even if every dollar was tainted. She had still earned it.

Not like that mattered anymore.

Groaning, Lianna walked back into the kitchen to pour the rest of the wine in her glass, tossing the bottle in the recycling. She had just opened a drawer of kitchen utensils to continue packing when she heard a series of knocks on the door. Laughing under her breath, she shut the drawer.

“Did you get more groceries? I told you that we needed to do take out for—” Ripping open the door she saw a tall man with light brown hair, and he smiled at her as she reminded herself to speak. “Um, hi. I think you have the wrong apartment. This is 2402.”

“I don’t have the wrong apartment, Lianna.”

The use of her name in that subtle French accent sent a chill down her spine, and she tried to slam the door but he nudged his foot into the gap too quickly.

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While I have all kinds of good news, I also have some other news I wanted to share. Addison Cain is one of my best friends on the planet, my dark and twisted soul sister, and over the last year I’ve seen her handle a nightmare situation of plagiarism, harassment, lawsuits, and general insanity with such grace. She’s never been one for drama (yet another reason I love her) and so she stayed silent about it. She kept it to herself, and shielded her readers and her author friends from just how much of a nightmare her life has been. I am SO PROUD OF HER for deciding to speak up now and for letting her friends finally do something to support her with this GoFundMe.

In our current climate in authorlandia, I think it’s more important than ever to stand up against this kind of harassment, and I’m happy to #GetLoud with her about this BS and support her as she continues to deal with the bitch-who-I-wont-mention and the financial burden of this insanity.

I do have a GoFundMe set up if you are able to donate. If you want to read the whole story, check it out on her blog over here.

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Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dangerously sexy and deviously dark romance. From BDSM, to Suspense, Dark Romance, and Thrillers–she writes it all. Always delivering a twisty, spine-tingling journey with the promise of a happily-ever-after.

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Inheritance’ by Jennifer Bene

There are only 3 days left until I share all of my of BIG news! On Friday at 3:00pm CST, I am hosting huge reveal in a live chat in my Dark Haven group. If you haven’t yet, RSVP to my big reveal so you can find out what all the secrecy is about! But that’s not all. Not only have my author friends been anxious to hear my secrets, they have tried tempting me to spill early by sharing free books and contests in my group.  I love them SO HARD for doing this, make sure you drop by to enter and grab free stuff!

This week I wanted to share with you some ACTUAL words I have down for Inheritance. I swear it is coming, lovelies, and I can’t wait for them to stop talking so I can bring you the book!

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Inheritance

Sooo….yeah I don’t have a blurb yet. I can’t have a blurb when I don’t even know exactly how things are going to play out #PantserProblem. I am spending what little free time I have with my time writing, not blurb writing! Just know it is book two of Fragile Ties and follows Destruction. Also, in honor of my girl Addison Cain… it’s #ComingSoon. XD

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Excerpt

Lianna was sleeping hard, because… shit. Of course she’d fucking crashed. He’d completely lost control. Laid that belt across her ass and thighs so hard that he’d seen dark purple spots appearing long before he’d actually stopped. He’d wanted to hurt her, really hurt her, and so he had. Let the monster take over and listened to her scream, writhe, and beg, which had only made him crave more. Made him put more of his strength behind the next stroke.

If she wasn’t black and blue right now, she would be by morning. And if he felt the least bit guilty over it, there might have been some hope for him — but there was nothing. Just the bitter aftertaste of his rage, simmering down deep beside the sleeping monster.

On some level he knew what he’d done was wrong, that it had crossed an invisible, fuzzy line between them. But when he’d had his hand around Lianna’s throat, feeling those little muscles in her neck convulse, desperate for air… he hadn’t even thought about stopping. Hadn’t thought about lines or their months together, he’d just tightened his grip. Told her exactly how she’d fucked up, exactly how wrong she was, and exactly what he’d do if Jean-Luc — or any of the Faures — tried to take her.

And none of it was a lie.

When she’d started to go limp, he’d only let go because he hadn’t wanted to fuck her while she was unconscious. So, he’d let her breathe, let her gasp and choke on air, and then he’d sought her eyes. Craving the hate, the fire, the fight… but she hadn’t given him that. Hadn’t given him what he fucking needed in that moment.

No, Lianna’s dazed blue eyes, made all the brighter from the flush in her face, had met his with something like pity. Even in pain, whimpering, and still trying to get her throat to work so she could fucking breathe — she’d pitied him. The bastard who hurt her over and over and over. The demon that couldn’t walk away even though it was his only chance at redemption. A possessive monster that had tightened his fist in her hair and demanded submission from a girl too weak to even hold herself up. And even when she’d said the right words he didn’t believe them. Couldn’t believe her, couldn’t face her anymore, when she’d already made her choice. So, he’d finally given in to the pounding pulse in his cock. Slid deep inside her wetness, and then held still so he wouldn’t pop off like a teenage boy. Straight out of one of his fucked-up fantasies, Lianna had been a gloriously wrecked mess. Cheeks flushed, ass welted and bruised and warm against his hips as he’d moved slow enough to maintain his self-control. Just the sight of her wrists wrapped in that black cord, bound and at his mercy, had almost sent him over the edge. Balls tight, that tingle of electric fire buzzing down his spine as she’d begged for more. Begged for him, wanted him, even after everything he’d done.

Fuck.

The heat of her skin against his was stifling and, although she was out cold, there was no way he could sleep. Not beside her. Not with his head still so fucked up. She was wrapped around him, but he managed to shift her off his chest without waking her.

His crazy, blonde, damaged angel.

Staring at the shadow of his fingers on her throat summoned a slight thump in his chest, something muted and weakened by the monster’s hunger. Still not sated because she still wanted to go see the Faures — still wanted to leave. A betrayal that he hadn’t expected with as much as she knew about her distant relatives. If he still had his father’s files he could have reminded her of the other side of them. The truth. The reality under the pretty lie. But all of that was gone, most likely destroyed by Michael Turner, and that meant all she had was his word that they were dangerous… and all he had was her promise. A promise to stay away from Jean-Luc Faure that she’d broken at the first opportunity, as if her defiance meant nothing.

That was what had really woken up the demon in his chest. Her casual betrayal.

Growling, he turned away from her and climbed off the bed, leaving the room in silence. Not looking back, ignoring the dark bruises blooming on her skin, because he still wasn’t in control. Not of his inner monster or himself. Every time he thought of Jean-Luc, heard his miserable voice and Lianna’s soft laughter echoing in his mind — he wanted to wake her up just to hear her scream again. To prove to her that he wouldn’t let her betray him, no matter what he had to do.

Digging through the liquor cabinet, he found the bottle of Sailor Jerry and took it to the couch. The whole apartment glowed in the late afternoon sun, too bright and cheery for his mood, but that was easily fixed with the click of a remote. As soon as the blackout shades slid down, he unscrewed the cap and swallowed a few mouthfuls. Sweet and fiery, just like it had been in the cell. He remembered the taste of the rum on his tongue the night before he’d ruined her life. The stagnant chill of her prison as he’d sat on the mattress beside her trying to explain why she bothered him, trying to understand how she was still so fucking good.

Then she’d tried to crack his skull open with the bottle.

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest as he shook his head. Lianna had always been defiant — today was just the first time she’d defied him since the cell. They had been on the same twisted page for so long that he’d forgotten just how fucking brazen she could be. And, as frustrating as her defiance over the Faures could be, that strength inside her had always drawn him in. Fascinated him enough to even make the monster pause. Because Lianna had never been the broken, mindless little doll he’d expected.

She was damaged, yes, but not broken. Not ruined, even though her life was, even though everything she cared about or believed in was burning down around her. Collapsing into nothing but cinders… and he was the one who’d struck the damn match. Standing right at the center of it, ground zero, happy to stand by her side in the flames because he had nothing to lose.

His life had burned down years ago. He’d grown up amidst the ashes, watched the lingering cinders eat his father alive until he had nothing left. Just the lingering smoke of a life that could have been his if only his father had never met Robert Mercier.

Yeah, Lianna was damaged, and so was he. Two halves of the same burned, dented, fucked-up coin — but she was somehow still good inside, still had hope and a heart… and because of that he didn’t want to break her. Couldn’t break her, because it would snuff out the light inside her, and then they’d have nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.

But even knowing that didn’t keep the monster at bay.

He’d wanted her to suffer, hell, he still wanted her to suffer… but he couldn’t put her back in a cell. The idea had terrified her, exposed something fragile, a weak point, and as effective as it would be at keeping her from the Faures — he wouldn’t do it. Not just because of the expense, and all the trouble it would be to build another one, but because the only thing that actually scared him… was losing her.

And there wasn’t enough liquor in the fucking apartment to face the monster he’d become without Lianna’s light to balance his darkness.

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What did you think of that, lovelies? Are you excited to get back in bed with David? I know I’ve been having a blast with this now that I’ve worked through the goddamn writer’s block and can finally GET THE WORDS DOWN! It’s thrilling, seriously, and I can’t wait to get you this book. My editor is already screaming at me because I *might* have left her in the middle of a sex scene. XD That doesn’t count as a spoiler, right?

OH! In addition to my big reveal, I am getting ready to attend the Home Run Author Event in Arlington, TX. I do hope you come and visit me, because all those buttons above? I have all of them and I’m giving them away! I will also have a bunch of books, swag, and other fun stuff, so I do hope you swing by. The tickets are on sale now, so grab them while you can! VIP are the best!

I promise to bring you more words of Inheritance soon and get ready, because you are going to totally fall for David. I hope to see everyone on Friday for my big reveal, don’t forget to RSVP!

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Want more of, well… me?

Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dangerously sexy and deviously dark romance. From BDSM, to Suspense, Dark Romance, and Thrillers–she writes it all. Always delivering a twisty, spine-tingling journey with the promise of a happily-ever-after.

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Bared’ by Alta Hensley

I had such an amazing time at Wild Wicked Weekend, participating in the BDSM panel on Friday was so cool! I hope I saw you there, I talked to so many people. This week I am featuring the amazing Alta Hensley who dropped a surprise release on everyone with a fun author/PA story. This hot little story will definitely turn the heat up if you are chilly!

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Bared

He told me he would demand obedience. He took much more than that.

When I agreed to work for him I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was wrong. I knew he would be stern. I knew he would be demanding. What I didn’t expect was to find myself over his knee for a painful, humiliating spanking the very first time I displeased him.

But that was just the beginning. As he strips me bare and uses me as roughly and shamefully as he pleases, my body’s response to his firm-handed dominance is undeniable. I’m going to take everything he gives me, and in my heart I know it won’t be long until I’m begging for more.

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Excerpt

Yes, I thought as he swatted my behind relentlessly. This is what I needed. This is what I craved without even knowing it. Not just a spanking, but a spanking by Price. Somehow this all seemed right. So fucking wrong, but so fucking right.

He paused a moment, rubbing his hand along my heated flesh. Dipping his finger down the crease of my butt, he pressed past the cheeks of my ass and rested his finger on the entrance of my tight rosebud,teasing me with the unknown of what was to come.Maybe I should have stopped him, or at the very least tensed up, but I didn’t. I didn’t scream no,though I should have. I didn’t shoot up off his lap, though I should have. I didn’t curse him out in outrage,though I should have. Had he spanked all the resistance out of my body? Had he beat my backside into complete submission? Or was I so desperate for any touch besides the searing swats, that his hand giving me anything besides pain was welcome?

Slight pressure was added, but not enough to break past the puckered flesh and enter me fully. Slowly, he lowered his finger to my silky folds, pulsing with desire. I didn’t know if it was the spanking that caused it or not, but I was dripping wet, and there was no hiding my hunger from Price who nows pread the signs around my bare skin.

A deep moan rumbled in his chest and escaped as he thrust his finger, followed by a second, into my hungry sex. I bucked against his hand, mewling in pleasure. Lightheaded and panting with the need for more, I did everything I could not to beg to be fucked right then and there. The fingers weren’t enough. I needed his cock buried inside of me. I needed it thick, long, and hard, and I had no shame in admitting that fact.

His two fingers were soon followed by a third, as he pumped in and out of me, demanding my passion. Crying out as he stretched me wide, I’m not sure how I knew, but I knew it was required so I could comfortably take the size of his dick. It was his silent way of warning me of what was to come. It was if I could read his sinful and dirty thoughts.

Lying over his knee, recently spanked, I could do nothing more than allow the climax to build. And when he removed his slick fingers and pressed one into my anus without warning, the orgasm rocked my body at an intensity that had me screaming out. Submission exploded through my body like the crack of a leather whip. Moaning, I pressed back against his hand, driving his finger deeper into my forbidden channel, his touch entrenched within me as I melted against him. I liked his finger inside of my ass, and had no shame in admitting that I did.

With one hand buried in the taboo place, he placed the palm of his other hand on my still searing behind, continuing on with the spanking. One, two, three, I finally freed my mind and stopped counting as the spanking continued. My breath caught in my throat as I held back a cry of erotic yearning and years of need. I couldn’t focus, lost in a haze of ecstasy. Pleasure and pain wove themselves together, escalating until I cried out his name.

After the final swat, he cupped his hand over my pussy, using it to adjust my body until I was tucked snugly into his arms. Unconsciously, I nuzzled my face against the warmth of his neck, and my body melted against him. The feelings, the emotions… nothing could describe them other than safe and cherished. He had handled me his way, and I had allowed it. What I didn’t expect was this aftermath. I didn’t expect to enjoy his warm and soothing touch after the harsh sting.

He slipped his hand around my waist, lowering me to the rug-covered floor below. Fingers laced, thighs rubbing against thighs, my breasts molded into his torso, the clothing between us begging to be ripped off. Not wasting another moment, Price unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock from its restraints.

He kneeled before my face and placed his thick shaft to my lips. I looked up and into his eyes. No words needed to be said. I opened up my mouth and allowed his cock to lie against my tongue. My natural instinct was to pleasure him. Nothing got in the way of how badly I wanted to make him groan out my name. Watching bliss blanket his face filled me with a purpose I had not known existed, and I wondered if I would ever get to experience again in my lifetime. As I hungrily sucked his ready dick, I fully submitted to a man who demanded it. Up and down, I moved my mouth until I was rewarded by my name escaping his lips in the most passionate of ways. My name never sounded as good as it did the moment it slipped from his mouth.

I added my hand and began to pump his cock while licking all around it. His body shook and tensed, and he pulled me away as he took a deep breath.“I’ve fantasized about your kiss,” he said, his gaze dipping to my lips.

Reflexively, I moistened them, slipping my tongue across my mouth, waiting for his to make contact. Slowly, we kissed, soft, romantic, and pure. He slid his hand to my pussy, driving my thirst for sex to a whole new level. I felt nearly driven to the edge, wanting desperately to beg him for more.“Please, Price. I need you.”
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Isn’t that fucking HOT!? Alta is so good at writing hot, filthy sex and she certainly didn’t hold back in ‘Bared’. For me, I am working on Inheritance, words are actually flowing and I have a plan. Let’s hope the day job doesn’t kill me before then! Make sure you RSVP to my big reveal on March 8 though, I have lots of secret news that I will be revealing and I want to make sure you are the first to hear it, lovelies!

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Want more Alta Hensley?

Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling author of hot, dark and dirty romance. She is also an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Being a multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, taboo undertones, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.

Alta also loves to connect with her readers via social media. She invites everyone to join her Facebook room called Alta’s Hot, Dark & Dirty Romance room.

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Teaser Saturday! ‘Savor’ by Maggie Ryan

This is short, lovelies, as I am at Wild Wicked weekend with Livia and Measha, however I wanted to bring you this amazing story by Maggie! Ronan definitely took some liberties with the kink and it turned out amazingly well! Make sure you read how he handled the sizzling hot Dom’s Choice and let your imagination fly.

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Savor

How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush?

Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.

We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.

Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!

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Excerpt

I took a second to gather my thoughts and then lifted the scalpel. I began at the hollow of her throat, placing the tip of the blade against her skin and watching her pulse jump. Slowly, I drew it down, thousands of tiny goose pebbles instantly appearing as the cold steel blade glided across her flesh. I watched her chest expand and then freeze as she held her breath the moment I began to circle her left nipple with the blade. I didn’t have to look up to know her head was tilted as far forward as she could, her eyes watching every move I made. She could be frightened, but, by God, her nipples had hardened even further, drawing into tight little buds that I was pretty sure could cut glass.

A final slow circle and then the blade slid over the hill and down into the valley between her breasts. As if she understood my reasoning for taking that path, she took a long deep breath before holding it again as the scalpel moved up the hill to circle her right nipple. She didn’t breathe again until it was snaking down to circle her belly button. Reaching my ultimate destination, I heard her inhale again and knew she understood that I hadn’t forgotten to remove her panties… I simply wanted to remove them in a much more dramatic way. The scalpel was sharp, easily slicing through first one side of the waistband and then the other. With a flick of my wrist, the severed front of the satin flipped down to lay between her legs, baring her to my view.

“Very nice”

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Isn’t that hot? It gets so much hotter too, Maggie took the Watersports spin in a WHOLE new direction which blew my mind. Great job Maggie! I hope I am going to see you today in San Antonio at Wild Wicked Weekend, I have my pen ready to sign everything for you!

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Want more of Maggie Ryan?

Maggie Ryan is a USA Today and #1 international best selling author in the USA and UK. Often found in Top 100 authors on Amazon and is a Multi-award Winning Author in Victorian/ Historical, Western, and Contemporary Erotic Romance.

Take something sweet, drop in a bit of spice, mix with a dash of taboo and what do you get? A story that will take you on a journey. I love the thought that fiction offers a world of endless possibilities. I hope you will curl up in your favorite chair and take the journey with me. Happy Reading!

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Teaser Thursday! ‘Jazzed’ by Lesley Clark

Happy Thursday, and an early weekend for me because I am headed to Wild Wicked Weekend with Livia Grant and Measha Stone.  We are going to totally celebrate because ‘Black Light: Celebrity Roulette’ has done amazing on the charts and ‘Jazzed’ is one story that dozens of fans are calling for more story. We are really hopeful that Lesley Clark will expand on her characters, because there was so much more story we wanted and EVERYONE wants to know about Jazz’ friend and his story! Take a peek at ‘Jazzed’ and get ready for want even more.

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Jazzed

How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush?

Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.

We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.

Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!

 

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Excerpt

“Pixie, I need you to wake up and drink some water.” He brought the bottle to her lips as her eyes fluttered open, reminding him of a butterfly’s wings. She sipped the water as he held it to her mouth. When she had her fill, he placed the bottle on the desk and a piece of chocolate to her lips. She followed his nonverbal instruction and opened her mouth, moaning when the chocolate hit her tongue. It only made him want her more, but this moment wasn’t about that.


Michael held her for several minutes while she came down from her endorphin high. When she eventually sat up, she looked him in the eyes then leaned forward and kissed him. It took him completely by surprise because he’d never had a sub make a move like that before. He may have been surprised, but he wasn’t bothered at all by the turn of events. Holding her tightly, he deepened the kiss, tasting her and the chocolate as their tongues danced. Eventually, they both needed to come up for air and he pulled back, taking a moment to gaze at her beautiful face.

“You’re going to be trouble little pixie,” he said and leaned in with a quick nip of her bottom lip. Standing up, he placed her gently on her feet. Once she was steady, he patted her on the ass and smiled when she yelped.

“Go ahead and get dressed in your personal clothes. Then we’ll head back to the wheel of wonders to see what we will get to do next.” And he was anxious to see what would happen.

“Yes, Sir,” she responded. Her voice was soft, almost shy.

“And, Pixie, you might as well leave the panties. You won’t need them for the rest of the night.”

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It is going to be a great way to recharge my batteries, surrounded by so many friends and some serious BDSM vibes. Make sure to stop by our table and play our wheel, Black Collar Press will have tons of stuff to give away AND you can earn some cool swag by completing punishments. Are you brave enough to survive a smack with a crop?

Until then, read ‘Jazzed’ and tell me just how hot Michael is and just how well he handles the issues Jazz has!

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Want more Lesley Clark?

Lesley is first and foremost a wife and mother. She has been married for 26 years to a wonderful guy. She has 2 beautiful daughters who have both kept her on her toes since entering this world. Lesley has been a RN for the last 14 years and truly enjoys taking care of her patients. ​

Lesley writes stories with hot alpha men and sexy sassy ladies that will keep you on the edge of your seat from start to finish. 

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Damned Doll’ by Zoe Blake

This week I wanted to share a special, super fucked up story by Zoe Blake. She wrote a story called Broken Doll, which was AMAZING and then she followed it up with books 2 and 3 of a series! It is a totally new and downright scary take on a horror story, and I fucking loved every word of it. I hope you are ready, lovelies, because the conclusion, ‘Damned Doll’, is now live and there is no happy ending. Because it is SO twisted and fucked up, I am sharing part of Chapter 1 of Broken Doll so you can be as surprised as I was when I found out what was happening!

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Damned Doll

God doesn’t listen to the pleas of the damned. 
I’ve been given a second chance. 
A chance to set things right. 
A chance for revenge. 
I will make them pay. 
They all will pay for every degradation, every humiliation, every moment they treated me like an object…like their property. 
God didn’t listen to my pleas for mercy…let’s see if he will listen to theirs. 
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Excerpt
I can’t tell if my eyes are open.
That was my first lucid thought.
I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or closed. It wasn’t just the darkness. I couldn’t feel myself blink. I tried lifting my hands to feel my way around whatever room I was in, but my arms felt weighted down. As if they were trying to move but couldn’t. My heart beat faster. I could feel the panic rising. A fist in my chest painfully squeezed my heart. I needed to stay calm and focus. The last thing I remembered was the accident.
Jesus fuck. The accident.
All that crushed metal and the acrid smell of smoke. I remember the fire, then nothing.
I must have blacked out before they pulled me free. I must be in a hospital.
I must… I must…I must be….
Jesus fuck. I must calm the fuck down and think.
I couldn’t move my body. Nothing seemed to work. Did that mean I was paralyzed?
No. No. I might not be able to move but I could still feel. I could feel the clothes against my skin. The press of fabric against my back. The hard floor beneath my feet.
The hard floor?
Was I standing?
That didn’t make sense. I was probably lying down in a hospital bed.
Jesus fuck. Why couldn’t I see anything?
I tried to speak, to call out for help, but was met with only silence.
Silence and darkness. Darkness and silence.
Just like the accident.
Was I still trapped in the car? Was my mind playing tricks on me? I have heard of people in extreme situations hallucinating. Was that what this was? Would I know it if I were?
Jesus fuck!
Wait. I can hear movement. The shuffling of feet. A nurse? Doctor?
A thin beam of light in the shape of a rectangle appears before me. The outline of a door. But if I’m facing it, then does that mean I’m standing?
I try to close my eyes to the bright flash of light as the door is opened but nothing happens. The light hurts.
“There you are!”
Framed by the white light, the person in front of me is in shadow. I don’t recognize his voice.
I try to speak but nothing happens.
The man grabs me by the waist and spins me around. I see clothes dangling from hangers. Shelves with shoe boxes and a clear container filled with ribbons and hair brushes.
It’s a closet.
Was I in a closet? No, I must be confused.
Jesus fuck, what the fuck is going on?
The man lifts me off my feet and carries me.
I can’t move.
Can’t cry out.
I’m trapped inside my own body.
I can’t tell if my eyes are open.
That was my first lucid thought.
I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or closed. It wasn’t just the darkness. I couldn’t feel myself blink. I tried lifting my hands to feel my way around whatever room I was in, but my arms felt weighted down. As if they were trying to move but couldn’t. My heart beat faster. I could feel the panic rising. A fist in my chest painfully squeezed my heart. I needed to stay calm and focus. The last thing I remembered was the accident.
Jesus fuck. The accident.
All that crushed metal and the acrid smell of smoke. I remember the fire, then nothing.
I must have blacked out before they pulled me free. I must be in a hospital.
I must… I must…I must be….
Jesus fuck. I must calm the fuck down and think.
I couldn’t move my body. Nothing seemed to work. Did that mean I was paralyzed?
No. No. I might not be able to move but I could still feel. I could feel the clothes against my skin. The press of fabric against my back. The hard floor beneath my feet.
The hard floor?
Was I standing?
That didn’t make sense. I was probably lying down in a hospital bed.
Jesus fuck. Why couldn’t I see anything?
I tried to speak, to call out for help, but was met with only silence.
Silence and darkness. Darkness and silence.
Just like the accident.
Was I still trapped in the car? Was my mind playing tricks on me? I have heard of people in extreme situations hallucinating. Was that what this was? Would I know it if I were?
Jesus fuck!
Wait. I can hear movement. The shuffling of feet. A nurse? Doctor?
A thin beam of light in the shape of a rectangle appears before me. The outline of a door. But if I’m facing it, then does that mean I’m standing?
I try to close my eyes to the bright flash of light as the door is opened but nothing happens. The light hurts.
“There you are!”
Framed by the white light, the person in front of me is in shadow. I don’t recognize his voice.
I try to speak but nothing happens.
The man grabs me by the waist and spins me around. I see clothes dangling from hangers. Shelves with shoe boxes and a clear container filled with ribbons and hair brushes.
It’s a closet.
Was I in a closet? No, I must be confused.
Jesus fuck, what the fuck is going on?
The man lifts me off my feet and carries me.
I can’t move.
Can’t cry out.
I’m trapped inside my own body.
I should be dead weight, but he lifts me as if I weigh nothing. The room is a spinning flash of color and distorted shapes before I am set down. I cannot move my head, but I see he’s placed me on a sofa. He moves away to walk behind me. I take the moment to observe my surroundings. Expecting to see the usual white linoleum floors and bad pastel artwork of a hospital room, my stomach clenches with fear as I observe the dark, wood paneled room. There is a massive flat screen TV with two leather recliners in front. A small bar with several glowing neon signs, one of which says Steve’s Man Cave. A pinball machine and several black book shelves filled with what looks like movies and video games. The walls are covered in those cheap beer mirrors you see in dive bars.
I can hear what sounds like the opening of a refrigerator. Then the pop and hiss of a beer bottle being opened. The man steps back into my line of vision.
Is this Steve?
He’s older than me. Much older. And tall. He has the sort of build you see in older men who used to be jocks in high school. Broad shoulders and strong arms but with a bit of a soft belly. His hair is dark, but I can’t make out his eyes.
Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck am I? I scream but I hear no sound. His face shows no reaction as he just takes a sip of his beer and stares down at me.

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This series just so dark, twisted, and fucked up, it makes my black heart sing with delight. I hope you pick it up and find out just how dark things are for poor Jane!
If you are looking for something to do this weekend, come see me in San Antonio at Wild Wicked Weekend! I will be co-presenting a BDSM Q&A on Friday and will be at the signing on Saturday with Livia Grant. AND we will have the first ever paperback copies of Black Light: Celebrity Roulette to debut. Otherwise, grab Damned Doll and make sure you leave a light on.

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Teaser Saturday! ‘Control’ by Dani René

Thank god it’s the weekend, I have so much to get done before I go to Wild Wicked Weekend in San Antonio next weekend. The day job is trying it’s best to kill me and the break next weekend will hopefully do just the trick to recharge my batteries.
But first, I totally forgot to put this up on Thursday and you REALLY need to grab Black Light: Celebrity Roulette. The reviews are AMAZING and Dani’s story is getting some really fabulous comments. Look at this excerpt and just imagine the trouble Kaelin has in store for Jed!

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Control

How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush?

Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.

We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.

Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!

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Excerpt

“What?” My voice is one of shock, but her smile never falters. When I glance at the crowd once more, there, inching closer to the stage is the woman of my wet dreams, my fantasies, and the one woman I never thought I’d see inside a BDSM club.

“Congratulations,” Madison grins at Kaelin who shyly smiles and nods. “You’re welcome to step up to the wheel and take a spin on your activity for the night.” Everything is far too loud.

My ears ring as Kaelin’s big green eyes meet my gaze. Her expression matches mine—shock. I’m not sure she was expecting to win, perhaps she was, but didn’t think about her actions until the moment she was called up on stage. I observe her body language as she reaches for the little white marble Madison offers. Her attempt at not trembling fails miserably as she takes the small object. Her nervousness enamors me even more. My eyes are glued to the ball as it drops, bouncing from one kink to another. They spin— round and round and round—until finally the wheel slows and my body is rigid as I hold my breath.

Clink. Clink. Clank.

The wheel stops.

Her body turns rigid.

And I smile.

Wild Card.

It’s my choice. I can decide anything, and she has to go along with it.

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I just loved this story and I am very happy that Dani wrote another story with us. It is so hot, you need to read it! Also, if you haven’t already, make sure you join my Dark Haven group and RVSP to my super secret Live Chat on March 8th! I have a bunch of news to share and I want you to know about it!

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A fan of dark romance that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. It’s from this passion that her writing has evolved from sweet and romantic, to dark and delicious. It’s in this world she’s found her calling, growing from strength to strength and hitting her stride.

On a daily basis, she has a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in her head. From the feisty heroines she delivers to the dark, dominant alphas that grace the pages of her books, she promises light in a world filled with danger and darkness.

She has a healthy addiction to reading, tv series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Broken Captive’ by Addison Cain

I fucking love Addison Cain, with her filthy Omegaverse perfection, and I was so happy to finally get my hands on book 3 of Wren’s Song. It is such perfection, leaving you screaming for more, and I am already demanding that she hurry up so I can get the next book. I hope you love mud, filth, knots, and sex, because ‘Broken Captive’ is this weeks Teaser Tuesday!

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Broken Captive

Wren’s rebellion failed.

Caspian has marked her, Toby has claimed her, and Kieran is unwillingly caught in her spell. Affection and betrayal, pleasure and pain—each Alpha with their own brand of demands and desires. 

Broken Captive: Wren’s Song Book 3 is a dark, sinister Omegaverse Reverse Harem tale for those with twisted tastes and a passion for unabashed bad boys. Complete power exchange dominates these pages, as do THREE smoking-hot Alpha antiheroes.

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Excerpt

These sensations, inside and out, were entirely new. Even the pitch of her purr was on a scale Wren couldn’t recall having producing before. Lush and indulgent, it hummed from her chest while she let herself do something as silly as burrow.

As if she were happy—safe, and separated from the nightmare of her life.

Cocooned in snowy white cotton, weighted down with blankets stuffed with fluff, she allowed herself a moment of bliss.

In a nest.

A perfect nest made from wonderful things.

Yet the precious moment ended when a warm hand reached under impeccably arranged covers to seize her ankle.

Purr stuttering to a complete stop, Wren braced, found her heart beat far too fast, and forced out a different purr. The expected purr.

“It’s rude not to invite me in, mouse.” The male teased. “And what happens to bad girls?”

They get fucked. Hard. Without the growl or sweet lies.

They get shown that they like it.

Reminded they were made to be a whore.

Yet, it was the little moments, Wren reminded herself. The little moments hidden within the bad one had to treasure. And even though it had been short-lived, she had enjoyed her fresh nest while it had really been hers.

Would dream of it. Hold it in her mind just as it was now.

Before they spoiled it.

Pulling her leg from Caspian’s grip, Wren maneuvered like a fish in water. The bedding above her peaked as she flipped. Where his hand waited, her face appeared.

A little mouse peeking out of her hole.

Because she could not bring herself to reach for him, Wren looked to his fingers. Veined and rough, she set her teeth to a knuckle and bit down hard enough to sting. Leading a chuckling monster in as if carrying a kitten in her teeth, Wren brought Caspian into a sacred Omega space.

It seemed the male would pretend respect. He didn’t immediately make a grab for her breasts or shove his thick fingers in her cunt. Instead he settled exactly where he should.

He rested, pulling her weight into the nook at his side.

Looking down at the intruder, blankets tented by her head, she blinked.

The man just lay there; arm behind his head, eyes closed.

A moment later, it seemed he snored.

Slinking from his chest, Wren went back to her secret preening, her rolling about, and her sighs—finding that the scent of an Alpha had only enhanced the comfort found in soft sheets.

Even if the Alpha was Caspian.

Her natural purr returned, there was even a soft smile playing at her lips with so much clean slipping against her skin.

Until he pounced with a growl… and she squealed.

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I have so much about to happen in life, and I can’t wait to share it with you. If you haven’t joined my Dark Haven, make sure you do so because I am doing a live chat on March 8 to finally spill my secrets. Make sure you RSVP so you can find out too!

Until then, if you want something lighter to read, make sure you have grabbed ‘Black Light: Celebrity Roulette’ because it has been a number 1 bestseller on Amazon and EVERYONE has been talking about it! Otherwise, grab ‘Broken Captive’ and enjoy all of the dirty Omegaverse that Addison is the queen of.
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USA Today Bestselling author, Addison Cain, is best known for her dark romances, the internationally bestselling Alpha’s Control Series, and the twisted alien worlds of the Irdesi Empire. Her antiheroes are not always redeemable, her lead females fierce, and nothing is ever as it seems.

Deep and sometimes heart wrenching, Addison is driven to push her plots beyond the pale. Her books are not for the faint of heart, but they are just right for those who enjoy unapologetic bad boys, aggressive alphas, and a hint of violence in a kiss..