by Shayla Black
Tears flooded Brenna’s eyes, and Cameron sucked in a shocked breath. He’d hoped that he was close to the truth, but hadn’t imagined that he was dead on. Her tears and pained expression said, however, that he was.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You’re not. It’s wrong for you to go on suffering needlessly. We will help you discover what you need to find fulfillment, if that’s what you want. But…” Cameron sighed, hating what he had to say next. “Thorn is right. We need your help in return. Lawton worked with a man named Julio Marco and others to traffic humans across the border and sell them into slavery. I was Lawton’s arresting officer. Thorn is his bail bondsman. We need Lawton to live up to his word to turn evidence for the state so the victims can have justice. He must come in and provide the testimony he promised. You’re our only hope of finding him.”
Brenna blinked. Tears ran down the sides of her face. Cameron hurt for her. She was clearly confused, didn’t know who to trust or what to do. He understood.
Cameron thumbed her tears away. “I would never want to hurt you. I believe we can help you. In return, I hope you’re willing to help us.” He leaned down and placed a gossamer kiss across her trembling lips. “Will you?”
Master of My Mind
The Doms of Genesis, Book Three
By Jenna Jacob
Coming Soon!
I stood beneath the faded green awning, staring at the gleaming mahogany casket. The sparkling brass handles mocked the warmth that had been ripped from my soul. A cold rain splattered upon the canopy as somber faced friends gathered beneath it to show their respect. Well-rehearsed tears spilled down the cheeks of his ex-wife, while his hateful daughter soothed the ice queen’s theatrics. Neither woman was present to mourn the loss of the man I loved, but to masquerade as grieving victims until the fat inheritance landed in their laps.
The monotone voice of the Minister resonated in my ears. None of his words of comfort penetrated the numb void that had consumed me for days. I was all but dead inside, just as dead as my beloved Master who would soon be lowered into the black earth hollowed out below him. And God help me, I wanted to go with him. Not because I wanted to die, but because I couldn’t imagine life without him.
The honorable George Bartholomew Marston, District Judge of Penniman County for the past four decades was being laid to rest. I felt as if I were almost outside myself. Friends and family stood in a line before passing the casket one last time, placing blood red roses atop the gleaming wooden box. It was if I’d been transported into a macabre movie, one I could barely watch, but helplessly had to endure.
George’s best friend and fellow judge, Reed Landes stepped up to the coffin; his eyes were rimmed red and the distinguished man’s chin quivered. I swallowed back a sob. Pain wrapped its icy hands around my heart and squeezed. It was almost time to say good-bye, but that was beyond my comprehension.
A firm, steady hand enveloped my shoulder. Glancing up, I found myself gazing into the compassionate amber eyes of Mika LaBrache; friend, Dominant, and owner of the BDSM club, Genesis. I’d spent countless hours basking in my Master’s adoration at Mika’s club. His submissive, Julianna, dabbed at the tears on her cheek, then smoothed a hand over her very pregnant belly. It was impossible to ignore how life mirrored death. There was a new life growing inside her. A life that she and Mika would love, protect and cherish—while the soul that had loved, protected and cherished me was gone. It was so unfair.
“It’s time to lay your rose on the casket, honey.” Julianna gently wrapped her fingers around my arm as I glanced down at the blood red rose gripped in my fist.Opening my hand, tiny red dots blossomed in the center of my palm. The thorns were smeared in crimson.
It seemed like hours ago since Trevor gave me the flower. I had no recollection of it piercing my flesh.
“I can’t do it,” I whispered, choking back the tears I’d held inside for days. Even knowing a part of me would be interned with George forever, it didn’t ease my devastation. Sucking in a ragged breath I willed myself to remain strong. I refused to allow George’s ex or daughter a glimpse of my pain, or reveal how much I’d loved the man. They’d only use it as a weapon against me.
It had been humiliating enough to hear George’s ex-wife’s demand I be escorted off the premises when I’d stepped out of Mika’s car at the church earlier. Luckily Drake, an imposing leather Dom from Genesis, leaned down and whispered something into the haughty bitch’s ear. She’d sputtered and paled before jerking her nose into the air, and stormed into the church. If it hadn’t been for Drake’s intervention, I wouldn’t have found the courage to attend George’s memorial service. I’d shielded my grief from the hateful shrew then, and I wasn’t about to let her see a chink in my armor now, at the cemetery.
Mika gave a nod of understanding then lifted the rose from my palm before he set it atop the copious pile of flowers atop the casket. When he returned, Julianna wrapped her arm around my waist, attempting to lead me from the gravesite. My body felt frozen. I couldn’t move, nor did I want to, because when I stepped from beneath the green awning I’d have to face a future without him. And even more debilitating was the thought of leaving George alone entombed in the cold black earth.
“A little help here?” Mika nodded to Tony Delvaggio the familiar Dom, Sadist, Dungeon Monitor, and resident shrink of Genesis.
He was a hulk of a man who always called me “brat” to my face—and meant it. The same one who set butterflies dipping and swooping in my stomach when I’d spy him staring at me in the club. He was erotic beyond words and turned submissive heads, collared or not, all over Genesis. Tony sent my pulse racing even now but I pushed away my reoccurring fantasies of the Sadist. Not only was he too intense for someone like me but I’d been in love with George and belonged to him.
Julianna stepped aside as Tony slid a thick arm around my shoulder. He was warm and solid. I tried to ignore the way my heart began to race.
ConneXions
By Isabella LaPearl
Now Available!
I smile as I write, remembering it all as though it were yesterday. Time. Time when we spent hours, days, weeks at a time, loving one another. Trying with our bodies to show the other how deeply we felt. To fit in each moment, each minute that flew by too quickly, before you would be winging your way back across the Pacific. Taking my heart with you and never knowing if or when you would return.
Remember the night I came to your hotel room? A balmy summer’s eve dressed in a short halter neck silk dress. My hair tied back with a matching long silk scarf. I remember your smile as you saw me and drew me inside and into your arms, how hot and hard your body was pressed up against mine. How deliciously naked you were and the hours you seemed to take, just to undress me, laving, licking, biting, and teasing my skin as it was revealed. How you stopped the words that started to tumble from my lips with your own, and how the fire, already burning under your onslaught turned nuclear.
Lost in passion. Unraveled and completely consumed by the fiery lust racing through my bloodstream, as you kept my hands immobile with one of yours wrapped around my wrists. Took me as you wanted and tapped into a hunger to be dominated in bed that I never knew I had. All I could do was feel and melt around you, as your mouth, your tongue, your teeth, and the fingers from your free hand drove me so high that I touched the sky in a blissful surrender, long before you ever slid inside me.
Their Virgin Hostage
Masters of Ménage, Book 5
By Shayla Black and Lexi Blake
Now Available!
One Hostage Bride
Kinley Kohl agrees to marry wealthy Greg Jansen to save her family. Her wedding day should be the happiest of her life…except that she doesn’t love him. And she can’t help but wonder if she’s making a mistake. Even so, she refuses to let her loved ones down. Then moments before her nuptials, she’s kidnapped—and her whole life changes.
Three Determined Mercenaries
Dominic Anthony has waited years t
o avenge his sister’s murder. He knows Greg Jansen is dirty, but he needs a witness to help prove his case. Jansen’s new bride is the perfect hostage. Kinley Kohl will tell him everything…or else. But his two business partners aren’t so sure. Law and Riley Anders worry that Kinley isn’t as guilty as she seems. And Law suspects she might be the one woman who can handle them all.
From Target to Treasure
In the wilds of Alaska, the three men try to pry Kinley open, only to discover she’s both stronger and more innocent than they imagined. Her sweet beauty melts their suspicion and steals their hearts. Together, they awaken her passion and brand her as their own. When danger strikes, the men realize they must save Kinley or lose the love of their lives forever.
* * * *
“Touch me again.” Law wanted her hands on him more than anything he could remember.
Kinley rolled to her side, looking down the length of his body. Law held in a groan. He’d never been so fucking hard. He was practically shaking. He hoped he didn’t blow the minute she started stroking him.
Dominic stood at the edge of the bed, and Law wondered if he was going to be a hard ass. The little light spanking they’d already given her had been flirty and playful—a good way to begin introducing Kinley to the lifestyle. But Law wanted tonight to be all about her.
“You should touch him, Kinley. He looks needy.” A smile played at Dominic’s lips.
Thank god his brother understood. “I am. So fucking needy.”
She touched his chest, her fingertips drifting down his skin. Law drew in a shuddering breath, trying to force himself to calm. He’d keep it together and take it slow and easy with her, even if it killed him.
She brushed her hand over his cock again, and it twitched with need. “The skin is so soft.”
But he was fucking granite. “Grip me, baby. You won’t hurt me. Wrap your fingers around me and stroke hard.”
“Like this?” Kinley enclosed him in her palm. He couldn’t hold onto his moan. It tore from his chest when he felt the heat of her touch.
“Tighter,” he managed to grit out.
She did as he asked, and of their own volition, Law’s hips pumped up. His whole focus shifted to his cock. No way to stop it.
He’d never made himself really vulnerable before. Sure, he’d had women give him hand jobs, but that wasn’t the point of this exercise. He wanted Kinley to explore, so he opened himself to her as she’d done for him.
“Kiss me.” Law wanted her to understand the power she had. Even though he planned to take her as their submissive, she should know that her lovers would give themselves to her, too.
Her hair fell like a waterfall around him, locking out the rest of the world until all he could see was her sweet face coming toward him. She closed her eyes. Closer, closer, her lips came until she pressed them down on his own. Her soft whisper of a kiss made him crazy. Her tongue skimmed along his bottom lip, light as the brush of a feather. The gesture was almost hesitant, but when he shuddered and groaned, she seemed to gain confidence. Her hand tightened around his cock, then she moved her lips more forcefully on his own.
Kinley needed this time to learn and grow. She was shy and naturally a lady. But once she came into her own as a woman, she would be able to move mountains. He and Dominic could give her that.
Riley could, too, but he was being a chicken-shit pansy ass.
Law opened to Kinley and let her in, her tongue sliding sensuously against his own, so silky and smooth. He couldn’t help but drag his fingers into her soft hair and draw her closer.
As he did, her nipples touched his chest, hard little pebbles that signaled her arousal. Soon, she would be ready. And he couldn’t wait.
Though he didn’t want to, Law broke off the kiss. If she kept up the intimate press of their lips, along with the slow grind of her hand, he was going to come. No way was he ready for that. “Now touch Dominic.”
He looked up to find that his partner was more than ready. Dominic had shed his sweat pants and now stood at the end of the bed, watching and dragging his cock through his fist in long strokes.
With a little gasp, Kinley let go of him and turned her sultry gaze to Dominic, focusing on his rhythmic movements over his cock.
“How long have you guys done this?” Kinley asked, reaching toward him.
Dominic took her hand and helped her up, then dragged her closer. He hissed a little when her fingertips skated over the sensitive head of his dick. “For as long as I can remember.”
Kinley was staring at the little bead of opaque liquid seeping from the slit of Dominic’s cock. She swiped at it with the tip of one finger.
“We’ve done this since we were old enough to have sex,” Law explained. “Actually we probably weren’t really old enough. I was barely seventeen, and Dominic was sixteen. Mrs. Landers. We were both really hot for teacher.”
Kinley’s free hand drifted toward his cock. She flicked him a little glance before she began stroking Dominic with her right hand and him with her left. She was a fucking natural. “You lost your virginity to the same woman?”
“Yes, pet.” Dominic’s voice had deepened with every brush of her palms. “I went first and I am deeply ashamed to say that Law went about two minutes after I started. I was young and very inexperienced. I will not have the same issues with you.”
Love and Let Die
Masters and Mercenaries, Book 5
By Lexi Blake
Now Available!
A Tragic Love Story
Charlotte Dennis’s mission was clear: distract and misdirect CIA operative Ian Taggart by any means necessary. If she failed, she would never see her sister again. With her training, it should have been simple, but after one night in Ian’s arms, she knew that saving her sister would mean losing the man of her dreams.
Ian was tracking a terrorist when he met the beautiful American daughter of a Russian mobster. His instincts told him Charlotte was trouble, but his body craved her like a drug and his heart would not be denied. She took his ring and his collar. For once he was truly happy. But as he closed in on his target, her betrayal cost him his mission while her sacrifice saved his life. As she died in his arms, Ian vowed he would never love again.
A Dangerous Reunion
For five years, Charlotte has thought of nothing but returning to her husband, her Master. Working in the shadows, she has devoted herself to earning a chance to reclaim her place in Ian’s life. But forgiveness isn’t a part of Ian’s vocabulary.
Nothing is more important to Ian Taggart than his new mission. But the information he needs is firmly in the hands of the woman who betrayed him. To catch his most dangerous prey, Ian will have to let Charlotte back into his life. As the hunt takes them to some of the world’s most exotic locations, the danger grows and their passion reignites.
Will Ian forgive his wayward submissive…or lose her again?
* * * *
Ian caught her arm, whirling her around. “I mean it, Charlie. I am never going there with you again. That part of my life is done. I might fuck you again because Alex has put us into a horrible position and we always seem to end up in bed, but it’s only going to be sex. I won’t allow you in again. Do you understand? I’m trying to warn you. If you let me, I’ll tear you up and I’ll enjoy it. I’ll take everything I can and give you nothing in return except pain and regret.”
But he’d already saved her life. “I understand. I’m willing to risk it.”
He loomed over her. His presence sent her every nerve into overdrive. He closed in on her, forcing her back against the wall. She was suddenly so aware of her body—the way her nipples peaked, her breath picked up, her pussy ached.
“That’s not very smart, Charlie.” He stared down at her. If she didn’t know him the way she did, she would have sworn he wasn’t affected at all. His face was emotionless, his body all intimidation. But she heard the way his voice had deepened and she expected that if she just reached out a hand, she would find his cock hard and w
anting.
She hesitated because touching him when he was in this state without permission would be a bad idea. Her Master needed his control back. She was going to give it to him. “I think it’s the only smart thing I’ve ever done.”
He leaned in, pressing his body against hers. Yes, he was definitely not unaffected. “Then I won’t try to help you again. I’ll take what you give me and I won’t apologize, but this is going to go my way from now on. You’re going to obey me or this whole process is done.”
She nodded, not taking her eyes off him even as he pressed his cock against her belly. She couldn’t help but soften against him, but she kept her hands to her sides. He wasn’t ready for her affection. “All right, Ian.”
“Go to the accounting office. I expect you to be sitting there in her office at five o’clock. At noon, you may get up and have lunch with Phoebe in the break room. She’s the only one who doesn’t eat out or in her office. You may not talk to her. I’ll have someone go downstairs and get you a sandwich and a drink. You will have forty-five minutes at which time you will return to your seat. If you need a bathroom break, ask Eve or Grace to escort you.”
Oh, he was going to try her limits, it seemed. She knew she should agree, but the bratty words just flowed from her mouth. “I think I can find my way to the bathroom, Ian.”
“That’s ten.”
She had to take a deep breath. Oh, fuck, he was going there. “I thought you weren’t my Master.”
His hands were on her shoulders, lightly tracing the lines of her body. His voice had softened as though he was thinking of something else, something sweeter. “I’m your Dom for now because it’s the only way I can trust you to do what I tell you. You’re dangerous and someone has to keep you in line. I’m viewing myself as a rattlesnake handler. We’re in high protocol, Charlie. You will speak when spoken to. You will obey my every directive or you will take your punishment. If you do not follow my rules, I’ll contact the Agency and let them handle you.”
