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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Black Light: Possession’ by LK Shaw

Where has the time gone? Just when I thought I had things under control, life spirals and things get away from me. Hopefully we can get to a normal schedule again soon! I am super excited to you the bring the final book in season two of Black Light, Black Light: Possession by LK Shaw introduces a new menage couple to the Black Light scene and there is some kinkery coming for sure.

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Black Light: Possession

After relocating to Washington, D.C. to avoid an overzealous secret admirer, Dr. Madeline Parrish wants to learn all that the city has to offer. When a friend invites her to explore the dark pleasures at the exclusive BDSM club, Black Light, Madeline meets two enigmatic Doms, with whom she spends one explosive night.

Soon the ‘love letters’ from her admirer start arriving, but now their tone is clearly threatening. When it’s discovered the letters are eerily similar to those written by the serial killer, ‘Casanova,’ FBI Agents Joseph Crocker and Nathaniel Morgan are brought in to investigate.

Much to their surprise, Madeline is the sexy submissive they shared an unforgettable night with.

Crocker and Morgan tempt and seduce Madeline into becoming theirs. Casanova, however, has other plans for her.

Can the men catch the killer before he makes Madeline his next victim?

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Excerpt

“How do you feel about knife play?”

There was a devious twinkle in his eyes at her answers. I knew Nat would push her limits with his love of the knife. For him though, it wasn’t about the cutting per se, although he certainly enjoyed seeing his shallow marks on a sub’s skin. He also didn’t bleed anyone unless they enjoyed it. It was the mind-fuck, the fear, that turned him on.

She took a moment to ponder her answer. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never experienced it before. Is blood involved? Because that would definitely be a hard limit.”

Nat replied since this was his area of expertise. “For me, it’s not about the blood. It’s the rush of the mindfuck. It’s a heady feeling knowing that my sub trusts me enough to not damage her body. On occasion, I like to leave some scratches, a reminder, but they’re shallow and I don’t fully break the skin. Of course, there is definitely a tremendous amount of trust involved. Because sometimes, things happen. But I always take every safety precaution before engaging in any play, especially with someone inexperienced in it. If it’s something you’d like to try sometime, I’m more than willing to oblige.”

I was glad she took her time, weighing the idea instead of immediately shooting it down. The power of the knife really was an integral part of him. Nat would accept her limits though.

“Let’s table that one for another time. For now, I’m going to go with hard limit with the option to change my mind.”

“Understood. I hope to change your mind soon.” He added with a cheeky grin.

“I hope you do too,” Madeline replied just as cheekily.

“Well, now that we’ve learned your hard limits, we should also share ours. We draw the line at electrical play and age play. Neither are our special kind of kink.”

“So you won’t spank me and make me call you Daddy then, huh?” She smirked, a sparkle shining from her eyes behind her glasses.

Nat slowly rose from his seat causing Madeline to tilt her head way back to track his movements. She shifted nervously in her seat, swallowing hard, most likely realizing she awakened the beast inside him. He took one step forward, and threaded his fingers through her hair before fisting the strands and gently, but firmly, pulling her up and out of her chair. He leaned down and rasped his night stubble across her cheek and jaw before stage whispering in her ear. I could see her tremble from the hot breath blowing against her.

“There will most definitely be spanking involved, pet. My hand is already twitching with need to redden that ass of yours. You’re spunky and full of fire and I like it. But I think it’s time now for that punishment you earned. Along with a new one it looks like we’ll be adding to it. Just so you don’t forget it’s Master, not Daddy. Now, be a good submissive and tell us your safe word.” He nipped her ear, emphasizing the command behind his directive and she sagged against him, her arms clutching his biceps as though to hold herself up. Nat braced his hand around her hip to help keep her steady.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded with arousal and it took her a moment to get her bearings. Once she had, she wobbled a bit as though weak in the knee. I stood and moved behind her, effectively caging her between us. I traced a path with my finger down her arm causing her to shiver.

On a shaky breath, she exhaled her answer. “Dragonfly.”

“Good girl. Now, are you ready to accept your punishment, Madeline?”

“Yes, Master.”

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I am happy to say that while life keeps throwing me curves, I AM writing! My story in Black Light: Celebrity Roulette is almost done and I am helping edit some of the other stories that have come in for the anthology. Fingers crossed that I will be able have time to breathe at some point. Until then, grab Black Light: Possession because this hot story is just what you have been waiting for.

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LK Shaw is a physical therapist assistant by day and author/social media addict by night. She resides in South Carolina with her high maintenance beagle mix dog, Miss P, who should probably just have her own Instagram account. An avid reader since childhood, she became hooked on historical romance novels in high school. She now reads, and loves, all romance sub-genres, with erotic romance and romantic suspense being her favorite. LK enjoys traveling and chocolate. Her books feature hot alpha heroes and the strong women they love.

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Feral’ by Sara Fields

I am FINALLY back from South Africa and despite my horrible cell service, there were several FB Live videos posted in Dark Haven and in Dani René’s Darklings to share the amazing views the trip had. Have you seen them!?

I have SO MUCH to catch up on, but I wanted to bring you the newest release of my nighthawk, Sara Fields. She broke into the top 100 in all of the entire Paid Kindle Store over the weekend!!! Take a peek and you will see why it was well deserved.

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Feral

He warned me what would happen if he lost control. I didn’t listen.

He told me to stay away from him, that if I got too close he would not be able to stop himself. He would pin me down and take me so fiercely my throat would be sore from screaming before he finished wringing one savage, desperate climax after another from my helpless, quivering body.

Part of me was terrified, but another part needed to know if he would truly throw me to the ground, mount me, and rut me like a wild animal, longer and harder than any human ever could.

Now, as the feral beast flips me over to claim me even more shamefully when I’ve already been used more thoroughly than I imagined possible, I wonder if I should have listened to him…

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Excerpt

He growled low in his throat, the sound turning into a purr that only functioned to make me melt before him. His small suctioned cock head had stayed attached to my clit, twisting and turning with my body no matter the position it seemed. The feathery tendrils tickled my clit hard, more persistently and it was with a very deep shame that I realized I was getting wetter even as he was spreading my ass cheeks apart and staring down at my forbidden channel. Dear god, what was wrong with me?

His fingers dipped down into my arousal, dragging it backwards as he rimmed it around my asshole. The moment he discovered my wetness, he purred loudly in excitement. I moaned, and he lifted my hips up so that I was on my knees, forcing me to present my naughty hole to him as a result. I moaned with my shame.

I struggled to maintain position and to not clench my cheeks together, but the moment he pressed his cock against my back channel, I tensed with fear.

Jesus Christ.

He was going to fuck my ass.

Slowly, he pressed against me, and I fought against him, earning more than one hard, punishing slap to my ass until my bottom hole lost the battle against his cock. His massive head very slowly popped inside me, and it was enough to make me cry out in both shame and in slow burning pain as he took me as he pleased. Using me for his pleasure and ignoring my protests otherwise.

I felt every last inch of him enter my asshole, and despite my reluctance to even think about deriving pleasure from such a wanton act, inevitably, I felt myself rising up in ecstasy once again.

“No. Fuck. Please,” I begged, not really knowing what I was asking for anymore.

My pleas went unanswered.

His hips began to rock back and forth, dragging his massive cock in and out of me slowly, steadily before beginning to increase in tempo.

At that moment, I knew whatever moment of clarity and temporary gentleness he had just had was now gone. His body temperature increased, and I heard his growl rumble deep in his chest, a sound I was now connecting with his arousal, excitement, and alpha nature.

Now, he was going to mount me. Fuck my ass as hard as he wanted, and I whimpered as his pace steadily built, faster and faster in my tight hole. I squirmed beneath him and the suction on my clit increased in pressure. I moaned as it teased me, forcing yet another orgasm to begin its ascent once again.

I fought it. I didn’t want to come while his cock was pressed deep into my asshole, but as the seconds passed, I knew that I wasn’t going to have a choice.

I moaned. I squirmed, and I whimpered, but blazing hot pleasure pulsed through my core. My wet greedy cunt squeezed around empty air, desperate to be filled as well.

He fucked me hard, rougher than before, and I could feel him losing control utterly and completely. He was like a savage, taking what he wanted, when he wanted, no matter what. His hips slammed into mine and had he not had a viselike grip on my waist, I would have shot forward. I could hear the loud echoes of our fucking and shivered with shameful desire.

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Once I get my life recovered from vacation, I will be doing some editing and a whole lot of writing. I am starting my story for the next Black Light: Celebrity Roulette story which comes out in February and I think you are going to really like this story! Until then, grab Feral and find out why this sinfully hot read has marched right up the Amazon charts.

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Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.

Teaser Tuesday! ‘Torn’ by Natasha Knight

I’m on vacation, lovelies, in BEAUTIFUL South Africa and am visiting Dani René, having fun, and relaxing as much as I can. BUT since you would have grabbed ‘Taken’ last week, I could not keep ‘Torn’ from you. Torn is the conclusion of the duet, however Natasha says she will be writing spin offs of this world because it is so amazing. Read this smoking hot excerpt let your kindles catch fire.

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Torn

Taking her is my right.
Breaking her, my duty.

I was always going to choose Helena. I knew it the instant I saw her.

She’s different than the others. There’s a darkness about her. Something wild inside her. And it calls to the beast inside me.

But she isn’t what I expect. With every word and every touch, she pushes me, burrows deep under my skin, challenging the rules, upending history.

And all the while, I see how my brother watches her. He wants her, and as the rules stand, she’ll become his in one year’s time.

Except that I have no intention of giving her up.
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Excerpt

When we’re finished, Gregory pushes his chair back and walks out toward the pool, straddles one of the lounge chairs there, and takes out a pack of cigarettes. I guess I’m surprised he smokes when he lights one up and sits back to watch the night sky.

I feel Sebastian’s gaze on me as I wipe my mouth and set my napkin on the table and stand.

“Sit.”

“You were dismissing me a few minutes ago.”

“And now I want you to sit. Or did you want to go chasing after my brother?”

I look at him, confused for a minute, but then I sit. A smile spreads across my face. It’s not a nice smile.

“Are you jealous?” I cock my head to the side, make a point of studying him.

He leans in close, and it takes all I have not to lean away. “Be careful with my brother, Helena. He’s not what you think. In fact, he’s just as wicked as the rest of us.”

“I have no doubt. But you didn’t answer my question,” I say.

I know I’m playing with fire. This man calculates his every move, and he’s much more adept at this game than I am.

“All right.” He turns to the girls who are clearing. “Leave us.”

Almost before he’s finished saying it, they scatter away like mice, disappearing into the house. My heart falls to my stomach as he rises to his feet and I anticipate his punishment, because he will punish me for this.

“Up.”

“Why? What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to give you what you want.”

I glance over at the pool, to where Gregory is leaning back on the lounge chair, smoking his cigarette, blowing a circle of smoke up into the sky.

I shake my head no.

He gives me a smile. His isn’t a nice one either. “Are you scared when I call your bluff, Willow Girl?”

I push my chair back, and the feet screech against the tiles.

Sebastian holds out his hand. His eyes give nothing away. I reach out to place my hand in his, and he walks me to the pool. I’m barefoot because I’d slipped my sandals off under the table. The grass between the tiled areas feels cool and soft beneath my feet.

Gregory turns to watch us, still smoking, casual, but something else too. Something darker that I hadn’t noticed before.

I pull back, but Sebastian tugs me into his chest.

“Don’t chicken out now, Willow Girl,” he says, kissing my mouth.

I put my hands flat on his chest to push him off, but he cups the back of my head with one hand and won’t release me from his kiss, although he doesn’t slip his tongue into mine, not now.

But then I feel his other hand at my back, feel him unzipping my dress. He’s still kissing me when he pushes the straps off my shoulders and down my arms so that I’m naked from the waist up.

I pull back, look over at Gregory, whose eyes are locked on me.

“What are you doing?” I ask Sebastian, my voice quieter, my throat suddenly dry.

In answer, he kisses me again, kisses my cheek, then my mouth and pushes the dress off so I’m just in my underwear.

“Sebastian.” I shove against him, but to no avail.

“You want my brother?”

I shake my head and glance back, but Gregory hasn’t moved, and his dark eyes are locked on me. On us.

Is he going to share me?

Is he going to give me to his brother?

“You’ve made your point. Stop,” I say.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he turns me so that my back is to him and I’m facing Gregory. He slides his big hand into the front of my panties and cups my pussy while the fingers of his other hand find my nipple and knead.

Gregory’s eyes lock on mine, and I can’t look away. Can’t look away as he watches me in this most vulnerable position.

“You’re wet, Helena,” Sebastian whispers at my ear.

I feel his hardness behind me and from here, I can see that Gregory is aroused too. There’s a moment when I wonder if they’ll both have me at once. It excites me as much as it terrifies me. And this, Sebastian letting his brother watch me, I know it’s a trap but also my punishment.

Gregory moves, and I turn to see him straddling the chair, legs wide, thighs powerful. He stubs out his cigarette.

He gets up and comes over to stand inches from me. His cock is hard, like a rod straining against his jeans. I swallow when Sebastian pulls his hand for my panties, leaving me unsatisfied, leaving a wet trail across my belly.

Gregory’s gaze slides down over my belly, and I press back against Sebastian. Sebastian takes my wrists and holds them at my sides when Gregory reaches out and touches me, runs the fingernails of one hand over my breast, his gaze never leaving mine as he slides his hand inside my panties where Sebastian’s just was.

“Stop,” I try.

His fingers feel foreign. Rough.

I twist this way and that, but Sebastian’s got me tight. Gregory’s rubbing my pussy, working my clit, and I don’t want this. I don’t.

God, I don’t.

And even as I deny it, I feel the tension building, feel my body preparing. I’m going to come. One more second, and I’m going to come. That sound, it’s me, it’s my breath hitching too loud in this quiet night.

“Enough,” Sebastian commands from behind me.

I meet Gregory’s eyes again when he stops, drags his hand from inside my panties, and smears my own juices across my belly, just like his brother did.

He then turns and walks away, walks back to the patio, pours himself a whiskey, and sits down. He watches us as Sebastian pushes me down on my knees…

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The tension between the two brothers is so hawt and things just *might* go a little further than this later in the book. Grab ‘Torn’ now, and start screaming at Natasha to write Gregory’s story because we all want it this dark, silent man!

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Taken’ by Natasha Knight

The countdown for my trip to South Africa is on and I have so much left to do, but I am super excited to visit Dani René, go sight seeing, go on a safari tour, and so much more. Until then, take a peek at this amazing little snippet. Natasha Knight published a super dark book called Taken and followed it up with Torn. It is so dark, so good, and omg the ending!  Lucky for you, Torn is already out so you can find out how their story ends ASAP instead of waiting like I had to!

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Taken 

I’m one of four Willow daughters. He’s the first-born son of the Scafoni family. And we have history.

For generations, the Scafoni family have demanded a sacrifice of us. A virgin daughter to atone for sins so old, we don’t even remember what they are anymore.

But when you have as much money as they do, you don’t play by the rules. You make them.

And Sebastian Scafoni makes all the rules.

The moment I saw him, I knew he would choose me. Even though the mark on my sheath declared me unclean. Even though my beautiful sisters stood beside me, offered to him, he still chose me.

He made me his.
And then he set out to break me.

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Excerpt

I step to the last Willow Girl.

She isn’t a doll. Not like her sisters, at least. Beautiful, still, but this one, there’s something about her, a darkness to her. Rebellion burning inside her.

Or maybe it’s just arrogance.

It makes one corner of my mouth curve upward.

This one is no lamb. I see it in the icy midnight eyes that greet me, and I realize why she’s bound and gagged. She’d lunge at me if she could, and the thought makes my dick hard.

She’s different than the others. I decide to call them the dolls. This one, her dark hair is so black it’s almost blue. It falls straight and heavy down her back, long enough to wind around my hand, thick enough to withstand my fist.

I step to her, and even standing on the block, she has to turn her head up to keep my gaze, but she does.

“Switch on the lights,” I command.

I want to see the bounty.

Fuck tradition.

The room is drenched in bright light on my order.

My eyes lock on the girl.

She stands watching, defiant.

She’s naked beneath the sheath. I look down at the dark pink points of her nipples, cold beneath my inspection, pressing against the centuries-old cloth.

I study her, keep her gaze as I gather the sheath in my hand and stretch it, holding the marked spot out.

Because what that streak of blood means is that she failed the examination. This one isn’t a virgin.

I fist the cloth and bare her feet, her knees, thighs, pussy.

“Her name?”

“Helena, sir.”

“Helena.” I try it out. I think I’ll keep it.

And I know she’s the one I have to take. Perfectly imperfect. Opposite her sisters.

Flawed.

I nod, turn my back.

“Her,” I say and walk out of the room.

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How amazing is that excerpt, I LOVE how she is flawed and that is the reason he wants her. This is such a mind fuck, an amazing story by Natasha.

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Teaser Thursday! ‘Severed’ by Dani René

I am SO CLOSE to my trip to South Africa to squeeze Dani René and I end up so sick with strep, ugh! I am curled up on the couch with antibiotics and am keeping my fingers crossed I am feeling better because will NOT miss this trip. Speaking of Dani, she released Severed yesterday and it is already a bestseller on Amazon! It is so dark, twisted and fucked up, I couldn’t wait to share this with you lovelies so you get a teaser on Thursday too.

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Severed

My world was hell on earth, son of a man who was evil incarnate.
Hate was all I knew.

When she was stolen, I swore I’d find her.
When I meet her eyes again, I remember what I’m fighting for.
The girl will be mine.
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I’ve seen true evil, held captive by the devil himself.
And now revenge is all I know.

Everything was stolen from me. Until him.
When my eyes meet his, I’m caught in his web.
Each moment that passes only confirms what I already know—I’m his

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Excerpt

Growing up the way I did, I was fucked-up beyond my years by the time I was sixteen. My attachment to both men and women drove me to make stupid choices, and in those moments, I ensured my best friend would never leave me. He fell in love with me long before I even knew what that word meant. At times, I still don’t. I’m nearing thirty, and I have no idea what love is. And I know it’s not something I’ll ever want. Even if it hits me right in the face.

I push River away.

I push everyone away.

I don’t deserve any affection, but there are times I crave a touch. I glance at River who’s watching me intently as we head to my wing of the mansion. As soon as we’re in the bedroom, I shove him against the door, my cock throbbing when he reaches for it, squeezing it painfully.

“This is what you wanted?” I bite out, anger suddenly running rife through my veins. As much as I would love the taste and feel of a slick, tight hole right now, I’m going to take my best friend and fuck away the agony gripping my chest.

Over the years, we’ve shared women. I’ve watched him fuck guys and women, but he’s never spent more than one or two nights with someone, and deep down, I know it’s due to his feelings for me. River has loved me for most of our lives together.

“You want to take out your anger on me?” he rumbles, causing me to snap my gaze to him. “Do it.” It’s a challenge. It burns in his eyes, and I want to extinguish the flame with fire of my own. I crash my mouth to his, our lips molding to each other’s.

My hands are on his belt, tugging it from the loops. Freeing his zipper, I shove his slacks down and find his bulge throbbing beneath my hand.

Tears sting my eyes. I can’t let them fall. My emotions are all over the place. It’s the first time I’ve killed a woman, and the darkness seems to be dragging me under. River’s tongue licks into my mouth, tasting of smoke and whiskey. Spicy and sweet mingled together to create a fucking intoxicating mix of want and need.

His hands grip my crisp white shirt, and he rips it harshly. Buttons pop against every surface within reach. The sound pinging like a warning siren in the darkness of the room.

“Don’t let them win,” he tells me when I suck on the flesh of his neck. His skin is soft, pliable, and my teeth sink in, causing him to groan. He rolls his hips against me, and it’s my turn to grunt in pleasure. Our cocks rubbing against each other, we’re dry humping like fucking teenagers, and I’m so close to blowing my load in my boxers.

“They’ll lose. Every one of them,” I inform him. Practically tearing at his underwear, I drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth. River’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, causing me to choke on his thickness as I swallow my best friend. His eyes glower down at me, watching me like he would anyone else, but the smirk on his lips tells me this is what he’s always wanted. Me, Drake Savage, on my knees for him.

It’s the first time I’ve ever tasted him, and I revel in it. Licking slowly, dragging my teeth over the shaft, eliciting groans from deep in his throat.

“Fuck, Drake,” he hisses, his head dropping back against the door as he plunges himself into my throat. His hips move in unison with his hands, and I allow him control. Suddenly, he pulls me off him. “Time to go to bed.”

I rise, following him, watching as he perches on the edge of the mattress. His beautiful, naked body is sculpted to perfection, and in the dim light, the scars on his back are only just visible.

“Are you just going to stand there?” he questions, a smirk playing on his lips, the same lips I want to devour. Offering him a smile, I shove my boxers down and join him. Kneeling behind him, I grip his shoulders, feeling the tight muscles beneath my fingers.

Leaning in closer, I trail my lips along his neck. “I don’t know how you do it, River,” I whisper. “But each time you touch me, kiss me, I feel almost normal.”

He turns in my grip, my hands falling away when he gets up onto the mattress in front of me. We’re both naked. Our scars clear, matching. The pain we’ve both endured has been something we haven’t spoken about, but we both understand it’s there.

“You’re not almost normal, Drake,” he says, reaching for my neck, gripping it tightly as he presses his mouth to mine. “You’re fucked up. So am I.” I hear the click of the door, and I know who’s entered. I don’t look at him, but I feel him. The electricity in the room is at an all-time high.

Two bodies move in my peripheral, and I cast a quick glance their way. The girl is blindfolded. My brother leads her to the chaise near the window, making her kneel on the velvet material. Her body is covered in black lace. River’s hand finds my cock, stroking it slowly as I watch Dante undress slowly.

“Where am I?” The girl giggles, but he doesn’t respond. Once he’s naked, I take note of his eyes boring into mine. He guides himself into her, causing a soft gasp to fall from her lips. His hips slam against her ass as she grips onto the back of the seat.

River’s hand moves faster on my dick, and I know I won’t last long watching the scene. Four of us in the room is more than I can handle. Watching my brother, having my best friend jerking me off, I’ll soon be lost to it. To the darkness.

“Listen to her moans,” River whispers in my ear, careful not to disturb the bodies before us. I reach for him, his hardness in my fist, throbbing, pulsing.

“Get on all fours,” I bite out, and he obeys. This is what he lives for. To be mine. To be owned by me and my dick. Opening the drawer beside the bed, I pull out the lube. Snapping the cap open, I drench River in the cold liquid along with my cock. The slippery lube glistens on my shaft. Gripping myself, I guide the tip to River’s ass, and as I slowly penetrate his tight ring of muscle, we all groan in unison. Sounds of sex echo through my bedroom.

River’s hands grip the sheets, and inch by inch, I sink into him, taking him like he wants me to. Dante looks over at me as he pulls himself from the girl’s sloppy cunt and positions his cock at her ass.

“You ever do this, baby?” He chuckles, dark and menacing, and I know he doesn’t care if she hurts. My brother is cold, heartless, just like me. She whimpers a tentative yes, but I have a feeling she’s lying. Dante spits down on her hole, circling it with his thumb before he thrusts balls-deep inside her, eliciting a screech so loud it bounces off the walls, and I’m almost certain it would’ve cracked the windows if we didn’t have bulletproof glass in place.

“It hurts,” she mutters, attempting to get away from him, but Dante doesn’t care. His pleasure is all he cares about. His hips pull away from her, then drive back in. I match his thrusts, fucking River harder and faster. Moans and whimpers, squeals and grunts.

“Take it,” Dante groans. “Take my fucking dick.” He continues fucking her wildly, and soon, she’s bucking into him. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I shut my eyes, picturing Caia. How much I wanted to use her body, to feel her cunt, to have her choke on my dick.

Darkness swirls through me. Desire so potent I can’t help groaning as it heats my blood and burns through my veins. River moans, low and gravelly, and I know he’s found his release. Moments later, as the pretty whore my brother is fucking cries out, I join him in euphoria and empty myself inside my best friend.

In the moments of my coming down from the high, I know I can’t keep doing this, but there’s no way out for me. Tomorrow, I’ll tell River to leave. I’ll give Dante his way out. And I’ll finish this alone.

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I just LOVE this and I can’t wait to read it on the plane as I head over to see Dani next week. If you are in South Africa next week and want to meet up, PLEASE let me know as I would love to meet you! Until then, grab Severed and its prequel, Stolen, and be blown away.

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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.

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘A Taste of Shine’ by Addison Cain

I hope the holidays were uneventful for everyone, lovelies! I’ve been in mental self-care mode so I can get ready for my trip and also survive the holiday chaos, so much so I almost forgot to get this up. I love Addison’s dark and twisted mind so much, but it shows how strong of an author she is to write something so NOT dark and twisted!  Take peek at ‘A Taste of Shine’ and tell me if this isn’t an amazingly gritty romance full of light!

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A Taste Of Shine

Chicago’s reigning kingpin wants Charlotte back under his wing. His right-hand-man wants her in his bed. But small-town moonshiner, Matthew Emerson, just wants her right where she is—safe in his arms and hidden away from her sordid past.

Trouble is, Charlotte’s not that kind of girl. The spitfire has her own reckoning to bring, and the last thing she wants is someone thinking she’s worth protecting.

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Excerpt

She seemed agitated, sipping a fresh glass of water, fluttering the front of her nightgown against her bosom. Matthew, eyes smoldering, thanked God he’d satiated his need before seeing her in such a state. Had he been as rock hard as before, he would have shoved her down right there on the floor and shown her just how fucking much he ached for her.

Moving towards the small pool of moonlight, he saw her startle and blush.

God, she was perfect.

“Matthew.” As if painfully aware she was practically naked, Charlie began to scamper away. “I just came down to get something I needed.”

He moved closer, cutting off her escape as he prowled closer. Voice rich with want, he asked, “Did you find what you needed?”

It was written all over her: the flushed cheeks, the swollen lips—the way her eyes darted over his body before settling on his mouth. He could practically smell her arousal.

Barely managing a frustrated whisper, she admitted, “I don’t… rightly know.”

Trapped with the bar at her back and the red-blooded man corralling her in, Charlie visibly swallowed. Big, callused hands came to her waist and lifted her to perch at the edge of the counter. Nose went to her throat, Matthew’s mouth skimming up the ivory column until stopping at her ear.

A rumble of noise, a deep sultry purr, promised, “I know what you need, Charlotte.”

Distracted by the way his mouth moved against her flesh, his golden girl failed to notice the palm skimming up her thigh, or that her legs had parted indecently around his torso. Aware she might bolt, he placed his arm around her, before eager fingertips slipped beneath the pretty blue silk.

A confused, hungry cry, and Charlie wilted.

He hushed her once, felt her trembling something awful, and moved to stroke her sweet little pussy. One swipe, and Matthew found her drenched, swollen, and ready for him. Groaning approval, all it took was one simple pass over her pert clit before she moaned, wide-eyed and breathless.

Steady gaze boring straight into hers, Matthew watching as he touched—reading how she needed to be stroked by her little pants and mewls.

Slipping one finger into her saturated heat, he began to twist his fist around. His golden girl just about lost it, rolling her head back and bracing her body against the counter. He pumped against spongy flesh at the roof of her passage, his thumb running tight circles over her little pearl, growling in appreciation at the feel of her.

It began.

Charlie clutched the side of the bar until her knuckles shone white, squirming to escape those wonderful fingers, yet ultimately working her hips to invite him deeper. A tangled, confused feeling built up, tensing, her insides clenching like an overwound coil.

Through it all, Matthew held her steady, mercilessly fostering what made her breath hitch and mouth gape. Lips went back to her neck, biting and kissing, he upped the tempo and felt her hips roll wildly against his hand. When his mouth closed over the silk covered tip of her breast, her whole body lurched. She bucked, crying out.

The female flesh around his fingers squeezing tight.

Matthew didn’t ease up a bit. Continuing to twist his hand at her pussy, to pluck her nipple with his teeth, he gave her all she needed and more.

Not until her body was limp, his golden girl whimpering for reprieve, sagging beautifully against his body, did he consider stopping.

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I am so close to my trip to South Africa, I am simultaneously overwhelmed with my to-do list and SO excited to leave for such an amazing vacation. Unfortunately Inheritance wasn’t finished by November, I’m sorry lovelies. The good news it that I hope to have it ready by January now (no December releases!), so fingers crossed they finish talking to me so I can wrap the last of this book up!

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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..

Teaser Tuesday! ‘Black Light: Fearless’ by Maren Smith

It’s finally time, after Maren teased everyone with her deviously evil cliffy in Roulette Redux, Kitty’s story is finally being told and I ADORE it! This story is amazing and you are going to love it, Noah and Kitty are the best couple and their story reminds me a little bit of Thalia’s recovery (in the very best ways). A man who wants nothing but recovery for her, a strong woman who is coping with unbelievable emotional damage, and the light that comes after such darkness. I can’t wait for you to grab Black Light: Fearless,  lovelies, and I hope you love it as much as I do!!

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Black Light: Fearless

He was the last thing she thought she needed, but she was everything he wanted.

Abused and alone, Kitty had no idea how far she’d have to flee after she finally got the courage to run. She never would have guessed she’d end up halfway around the world, or in the home — much less the arms — of dominant Australian whip-master, Noah Carver.

He knows she’s damaged, that she needs safety and time to heal, but the way her submission calls to him has Noah thinking more about what could be between them than her history.

The only question now is what she fears more: standing up to her abusive ex-dom, or staying with a man she’s afraid to love?

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Excerpt

She wanted relief. She wanted absolution from the horde of sins—real or imagined—clawing at her back. If he ever met Ethen a second time, he was going to feed the man his own teeth, but for now Noah put his mind where it needed to be. Taking his hand off Kitty’s trembling backside, he stepped back into position.

“Say it for me again,” he told her, shifting his grip on the strap, letting it become an extension of his ready arm. She’d chosen the widest one, the same one she’d taken to bed with her last night. Two strokes would cover the whole of her small bottom. Every stroke after that would ignite a painful fire, building on it lash after lash, without mercy or pause until the movements of her writhing body let him know she was done. That wasn’t going to happen any time soon. He could tell by looking at her, she’d been haunted for so long she didn’t know how to let go of it. He was going to have to show her. “I want you to repeat each phrase after every stroke I give you.”

She hesitated, her brow furrowing further.

“I am a good girl,” Noah supplied, helping her remember how it started.

“I-I’m a good girl,” she whispered, and he struck.

It wasn’t his hardest blow, but it wasn’t gentle. And yet, the only sign she showed as her flesh absorbed the impact was the catch in her breath and the tightening of her knuckles against the multicolored quilt. Her bottom barely flinched, though he knew it had to hurt.

Oh yeah, Ethen had ‘taught’ her all right.

“I am safe,” he prodded her.

All the pain he hadn’t seen in her reaction was right there, trembling in the whimper of her voice as she repeated, “I am safe.”

The crack of the strap wrapped the base of her buttocks, hugging them in its painful embrace.

Her breath caught again, but she didn’t so much as arch onto her toes. Anyone else would have been squirming. Noah frowned, not at all liking what he saw.

“I am loved.” Her voice broke.

There was no help for it, but to whip where he’d already struck.

Her hands spasmed—her fingers snapping open, then clawing up tight again. She made no sound apart from a shaky exhale.

What was it with doms who robbed their submissives of the cathartic freedom of expressing their pain in movement. Bucking, writhing, crying—there was beauty to be seen in the full wallow of the hurt as it engulfed them.

“I-I-I d-don’t ha-have—” She blinked rapidly against the shine of rising tears.

“To be afraid of anything,” he said, helping her through it, and swung.

 

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I just ADORED this story and really hope Maren writes more because I KNOW that Ethan’s menagerie story is not done. I have been so busy writing Inheritance and I JUST got back from a writers weekend and I have so much I want to capture before my muse runs off *shhh*. Fingers crossed I will have more to share VERY soon, lovelies? Until then, grab Black Light: Fearless and let me know what you thought!

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Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at two of my local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 150 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

I also write under the names of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.

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Teaser Tuesday! ‘Catacombs’ by Addison Cain

Just Breathe is doing fabulous, people love Cocoon, Black Light Fearless is going to have a cover reveal next week, and Twisted Sacrament with Baptized in Eden releases on Friday!  On top of all of that, I am in fact writing and words are coming at me from not only David and Lianna, but from characters for a book that won’t even be written about until next year.

For now though, my bestie Addison Cain had a release that is so dark, so fucked up, and so damn hot that I just could not let it go by without featuring it on Teaser Tuesday.  Keep your light on, lovelies, it’s about to get dark!

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Catacombs

“There is no God for you but me. There is no heaven waiting for you. I own your soul and your body. I own your mind. I am your life and your only reason for existence.”

Catacombs is a tale of pure horror featuring the ruling vampire lord and his captive Treasure. Be warned.

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Excerpt

He was talking her in circles, and Pearl felt he’d done so thousands of times. Her own tongue could not break from the cycle. “I was obedient and still you hurt me. If I tell you I love you, you will hurt me again.”

“True.” The monster seemed appeased, even gratified by her statement. “My Pearl, isn’t honesty a beautiful thing?”

Before she could answer, Darius had her splayed on her belly with supernatural speed. Face pressed to the blankets, she bit back a scream, the feel of something boiling hot penetrating the cavity he’d torn apart. True, the damage had healed, but unlike the first time he’d taken her that night, she was ill prepared for such brutality.

Clawing at the bed, trying to find purchase, she pitched deeper into the mattress with his every thrust.

Struggles and pained grunts only drove him on. He wanted her to fight back.

He wanted to steal.

Going limp did not save her either.

A muscular forearm flexed around her throat, a fist once again knotted in her hair, and he bent her back until her spine screamed. Roaring like the devil he was, Darius slammed his cock into her body, snapping his hips violently against her backside.

He denied her air. Twisted as she was, there was nothing but him to hold on to. She couldn’t even see his eyes, only red velvet bed curtains that blurred as her world tripped between conscious and unconscious. Pain and true suffering.

But in there, under all the malevolence was a twinge and a lesson.

She was only allowed to be limp if he made her limp. She was only allowed to scream if he made her scream.

Pearl was a possession. She was a treasure.

One he could control physically or mentally, the point driven home when the tendrils of his dominion invaded her thoughts and tempted her to revel in the violence.

The instant her cracked psyche gave in, flashing fangs tore through his wrist and the spurting wound was pressed to her slack mouth.

Absolution arrived. She swallowed.

As he fucked her, she drank.

Gurgling around a mouthful, Pearl felt herself dragged to a higher state of being. High on his power, she could feel everything: each shredding thrust of a veined cock moving through skin not quite lubricated enough to facilitate smooth passage. She could feel the microscopic tears healing even as they split open anew. Overwrought nerves throbbed from both pleasure and pain, for he had found a place inside her body where, textured skin ached for punishment.

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I’m still working away on Inheritance, hoping for a November release, so send me ALL THE GOOD VIBES! I need it, lovelies!!

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Want more of Addison Cain?

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..

Teaser Thursday! ‘Loops’ by Toni LeMay

My real life friend wrote the story ‘Loops’ in the Just Breathe anthology. I’m just so fucking proud of her for finally taking the leap to publish, and I want you guys to see just how talented Toni LeMay is so I am sneaking her in as a Teaser Thursday!

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Blurb

What if you woke up and everything was wrong? What if being insane gave you what you really wanted? Ruth’s world is shifting, her perception skewed. Confusion and anxiety grip her as she navigates an unfamiliar life. Will she escape the loop? Does she want to?

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Excerpt

“Where were you just now? We’ve been trying to talk to you. John was telling a funny story about how you were asking how to spell fruit.”

Kara cackled.

“Oh that….I remember Fruit Loops spelled differently. It’s been a weird day.” She shifted in her seat and looked around the bustling cafeteria.

“I like the idea of it spelled with O’s too, Ruth,” Jane offered.

They don’t get it.

“And I found a bunch of other weird stuff too, guys. All these things spelled differently and quotes from movies that have changed, and car logos, and even when and how famous people have died. Like…it feels like my memories don’t match up with reality, or with this reality.”

The table laughed.

“It’s fascinating. I like all this Matrixy stuff too,” Kara quipped.

“Oh stop it, this is just silly!” John looked warmly at Ruth.

She fell silent and twisted her mouth. “The new cashier seemed odd to me too.”

“New cashier?” John asked.

“Wasn’t it Carmen up there like always?” Tracy added?

The whole table looked at her waiting.

“Yeah,” she mumbled, “I guess I am confused.” She wasn’t confused. Ruth was certain that last week, and for the last three years, Lucy had been the cashier in the work cafeteria.

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Isn’t the story just so twisted? Toni was so excited about finally getting her story out there and I love it! I am working on Inheritance BUT some scenes for Beth from Breaking Beth keep popping into my head which is distracting me! I can’t wait to have enough to share with you. Until then, let me know what you thought of Loops!

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Toni is a single mom of two kids with an active imagination. Writing is an outlet at the end of a long work and parenting day. She loves to write twisty stories with a sci-fi or paranormal flair and while she started with Flash Fiction, she is now branching out into longer forms.

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