by Shayla Black
Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past seven years.
Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and a very spoiled cat. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.
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OTHER BOOKS BY SHAYLA BLACK
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CONTEMPORARY EROTIC ROMANCE
The Wicked Lovers
Wicked Ties
Decadent
Delicious
Surrender to Me
Belong to Me
“Wicked to Love” (novella)
Mine to Hold
“Wicked All the Way” (novella)
Ours to Love
“Wicked All Night” (novella)
“Forever Wicked” (novella)
Theirs to Cherish
His to Take
Pure Wicked (novella)
Wicked for You
Falling in Deeper
Coming Soon:
Dirty Wicked (novella) (November 8, 2016)
Holding on Tighter (February 7, 2017)
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Masters Of Ménage
(by Shayla Black and Lexi Blake)
Their Virgin Captive
Their Virgin’s Secret
Their Virgin Concubine
Their Virgin Princess
Their Virgin Hostage
Their Virgin Secretary
Their Virgin Mistress
Coming Soon:
Their Virgin Bride (TBD)
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The Perfect Gentlemen
(by Shayla Black and Lexi Blake)
Scandal Never Sleeps
Seduction in Session
Big Easy Temptation
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Doms Of Her Life: Raine Falling
(by Shayla Black, Jenna Jacob, and Isabella LaPearl)
One Dom To Love (Book 1)
The Young And The Submissive (Book 2)
The Bold and The Dominant (Book 3)
The Edge of Dominance (Book 4)
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Sexy Capers
Bound And Determined
Strip Search
“Arresting Desire” (Hot In Handcuffs Anthology)
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Stand Alone Titles
Naughty Little Secret (Shayla Black writing as Shelley Bradley)
Watch Me (Shayla Black writing as Shelley Bradley)
Dangerous Boys And Their Toy
“Her Fantasy Men” (Four Play Anthology)
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CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
(as Shelley Bradley)
A Perfect Match (Shayla Black writing as Shelley Bradley)
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HISTORICAL ROMANCE
(Shayla Black writing as Shelley Bradley)
The Lady And The Dragon
One Wicked Night
Strictly Seduction
Strictly Forbidden
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Brothers In Arms (Medieval Trilogy)
His Lady Bride
His Stolen Bride
His Rebel Bride
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PARANORMAL ROMANCE
The Doomsday Brethren
Tempt Me With Darkness
“Fated” (e-novella)
Seduce Me In Shadow
Possess Me At Midnight
“Mated” – Haunted By Your Touch Anthology
Entice Me At Twilight
Embrace Me At Dawn
BOUND TO SURRENDER
The Doms of Genesis, Book 7
By Jenna Jacob
Coming October 11, 2016!
After suffering a brutal hate crime, submissive Trevor Hammond’s outward appearance projects the usual carefree demeanor his friends know and love. But inside, the remnants of his battered psyche and the ghosts of his assailants keep him bound in chains of anxiety.
While his Master, Moses Abrams, aka Daddy Drake, is aware of the devastation consuming his precious sub, he finds himself powerless to neutralize his lover’s demons. Embarking on an unconventional journey, Drake is determined to find a way to heal and bring back the man who owns his heart.
Will his love be enough to draw Trevor back from the darkness?
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Lying in bed, Moses Abram—better known as Daddy Drake to his friends in the kink community—stared at Trevor Hammond, his sleeping lover and submissive. After having rescued his sub from yet another chronic and panic-inducing nightmare, Drake rubbed his tired eyes, searching for a thread of comfort in Trevor’s soft snores. Yet no relief was in sight. The clinical diagnosis of PTSD—by friend, psychologist, and fellow Dominant Tony Delvaggio—plagued Drake. He worried that Trevor would be held captive to those inner demons forever.
Lord knew it wasn’t for a lack of trying. He’d attempted to coax Trevor out of the darkness in every conceivable way. But so far, nothing had worked. Still, Drake refused to give up, even as the claws of impotence and frustration ripped his control and shredded his heart.
Swallowing the lump of anguish lodged in his throat, Drake blinked back the tears blurring his vision. Dammit, what would it take to bring his lover back? He didn’t know, and it made him want to pound his fist into something hard and unforgiving.
Trevor jerked and thrashed, then whimpered softly. With an inward curse, Drake sat up and gently stroked his lover’s soft blond hair.
“Shhh, it’s all right, precious boy,” he murmured. “Daddy’s here. You’re safe.”
As Trevor settled once again, Drake issued a soft sigh of relief. While his lover’s night terrors had lessened, they hadn’t disappeared completely. He remembered the times he’d find Trevor huddled in a ball in the shower, crying uncontrollably. Thankfully those times had also tapered off. The young man only allowed a handful of trusted friends to know the depths of his traumatization. The other members of Club Genesis, the local BDSM club owned by longtime friend Mika LaBrache, hadn’t a clue what Trevor and Drake were actually going through. And of course, the few times he and his sub had made an appearance at the club, Trevor painted on a happy smile, pretending all was perfectly fine.
But it wasn’t. Dammit.
Spying the bottle of sleeping pills on the nightstand, Drake bit back a curse. Once he had been the one responsible for exhausting Trevor’s mind and body with his Dominant demands and sexual needs, not some fucking pharmaceuticals. And in the wee hours of the night, like this, the yearning to claim Trevor again in achingly tender or brutally rough ways all but drove Drake to the point of madness.
He missed the compelling, mystical connection they shared exploring and fulfilling each other’s dark desires. Yes, he mourned the loss of his slave, but most of all, Drake grieved for the potent love they’d once shared.
He couldn’t fault Trevor for the destruction of their relationship. The poor boy had been an innocent victim. Drake owned all the bla
me and carried that weight on his shoulders as if it were the entire universe. From the minute he opened his eyes in the morning until blessed sleep stole his thoughts, Drake lived in the same mire of guilt day in and day out…for the past six fucking months.
If only he’d gone to the convenience store with Trevor that night instead of staying with Mika and Julianna, those prick-assed fucking homophobic frat boys wouldn’t have savagely attacked and beaten his precious lover half to death.
Ice. All this fucking aftermath over a worthless bag of ice, Drake inwardly railed.
He’d exacted his revenge, in a sense. Yet, arranging for Frank—a longtime friend, sadist, and skilled tattoo artist—to befriend the frat boys, roofie their beers, then tattoo gay slurs over their faces paled in comparison to the retaliation still smoldering inside Drake’s soul. One day, he planned to hunt the five down. He wanted to savor their tortured screams and pitiful pleas while he unleashed a sanity-breaking brutality and a level of pain they couldn’t imagine. The agony they’d inflicted on his boy had awakened a pulsing, living demon inside Drake.
Sucking in a ragged breath, he gently lifted Trevor into his beefy, tattooed arms. There would be time later for Drake to quench his bloodthirsty vengeance. First he needed to find a way to heal his lover. Feathering a soft kiss over Trevor’s cheek, Drake tasted the subtle saltiness of his skin and breathed in his familiar scent.
“Tell me how to fix this for you, love. I can’t stand this distance between us. Come back to me, precious boy. Please. Daddy needs you,” Drake whispered, allowing several tears to leak from his eyes.
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Floating in the peaceful darkness, Trevor finally found the respite he’d sought. All too soon, he heard the screen door slam and the loud, slurred voices of monsters behind him. Fear seized him. Somehow they’d found him again. Frantically looking around for an escape, Trevor saw tall brick towers surrounding him. No doors. No windows. Not even a light to lead him out of the black, foreboding alley.
“Look at all that pretty blond hair,” one of the monsters stated.
Trevor knew what was coming next and wanted to yank the long tresses from his scalp. Prove he wasn’t a girl before the monsters discovered that for themselves.
“Hey, sweet thang. Wait up. We jus’ wanna talk,” another demon slurred. “Come on, baby.”
Panic thundered through Trevor’s veins.
“We’re talking to you, you stupid bitch. Don’t ignore us like we’re not here,” snarled the one with the black eyes. The one Trevor knew was going to hurt him the worst. “Come here, you stuck-up slut. You’re not deaf as well as stupid, are you?”
Then, like he remembered, a hand reached out and snatched his arm, holding him in place with a vice-like grip, and spun him around.
Face-to-face with Satan’s spawn, Trevor watched as the look of disbelief widened all five men’s eyes.
“Oh, that’s fucking priceless.” A beefy, linebacker-looking guy with short-cropped hair and crooked teeth laughed. “Way to go, Everetts. You’re hitting on a fucking fairy.”
“I was not. I thought this faggot was a girl,” the shorter man with bloodshot eyes spat with a hateful snarl. “Where do you get off making us think you’re a girl, you little sperm-burper?”
“I-I was just walking to the store. I wasn’t doing anything,” Trevor stammered.
“Pull out your cock, Everetts. Shove it down the faggot’s throat until he gags,” Black Eyes urged before inching in close to Trevor’s face. “You like sucking dick. So do it.”
“N-No. I was…was just getting ice,” Trevor tried to explain. Panic inched up his body like leeches sucking life from his veins.
“On your knees. You know the drill,” Black Eyes ordered. Gripping Trevor’s hair, he kicked the back of his legs and dropped him to the pavement.
Trevor jolted against the concrete, and pain screamed through his joints as a howl tore from his lips.
“Fuck you, Robinson. I ain’t letting no queer’s lips near my dick,” the man named Everetts argued.
“Then how about we just beat the fuck out of him instead,” Robinson, the black-eyed man, suggested with glee.
Trevor didn’t even have time to try and cover himself or fend off the brutal blows rocking his face, ribs, and kidneys. A kaleidoscope of agony tore through him. In the distance, he heard Drake calling out to him. Trevor tried to yell for help, but one of the monsters pressed their lips to his. Wildly swinging his fists, Trevor screamed with revulsion. Viciously biting down on the lips pressed to his, he sank his teeth in deep. The taste of copper filled his mouth as he continued to punch the oppressive weight pinning him to the soft ground.
Soft ground? What the… It’s the dream again. It’s only the dream, his subconscious assured. Clawing his way out of the darkness, he surfaced, blinking at the light from the nightstand that filled the room. Drake lay on top of him, blood dripping from his lip.
“Son of a bitch,” Drake roared.
While Trevor was relieved that he was free from the recurring and debilitating nightmare, knowing that he’d inflicted such savage damage to his Master’s lip filled him with an overwhelming blast of guilt.
Sucking in a gasp of shame, he grabbed the sheet and gently dabbed the fabric against Drake’s mouth. “Oh, god. No. No. I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to… I was having another—”
“Another bad dream,” Drake sighed grimly as he pushed Trevor’s hands away. “I know.”
A rolling wave of remorse drowned him in misery. Why couldn’t he stop reliving the events of that horrible night and put the past behind him? He yearned to have the relationship with Drake they used to. When would these fucking night terrors ever end? Would Drake finally lose every ounce of patience and simply throw in the towel over Trevor’s unpredictable mood swings and his sullen, isolated behavior?
He needed to find a way to fix things between them, but most of all, Trevor needed to fix himself. All the coping tools Tony Delvaggio gave him during their weekly sessions weren’t working, leaving Trevor at a loss.
“Let me up, Daddy, and I’ll get an ice pack for you,” Trevor murmured, contritely.
“It’s all right, boy,” Drake exhaled on a heavy sigh.
With a soft caress, he pushed the hair from Trevor’s face. “I tried to wake you gently, like Tony suggested. I guess I wasn’t quite tender enough. It’s my own fault, baby.”
Trevor felt the tension and fury slowly bleed from the big man’s body. As Drake stared at him with a weary gaze, he noticed the dark circles under Daddy’s eyes. The sight increased Trevor’s guilt even more. He swallowed the tightness in his throat.
“You haven’t slept yet, have you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
Drake shook his head as a wan smile tugged his lips.
Tears welled in Trevor’s eyes. He tried to blink them back, but they spilled over his lashes. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’ll go sleep in the guest room for the rest of the night.”
“You’ll do no such thing,” Drake commanded before dipping his head to scrape his teeth over Trevor’s flat brown nipple.
A ripple of delight danced through his system as he sniffed softly and gripped his fingers into Drake’s rock-hard shoulders.
“Please…Daddy,” Trevor whispered. “Please…” Don’t give up on me.
ABOUT JENNA JACOB
Bestselling author Jenna Jacob paints a canvas of passion, romance, and humor as her Alpha men and the feisty women who love them unravel their souls, heal their scars, and find a happy-ever-after kind of love. Heart-tugging, captivating, and steamy, Jenna’s books will surely leave you breathless and craving more.
A mom of four grown children, Jenna and her Alpha-hunk husband live in Kansas. She loves books, Harleys, music, and camping. Her zany sense of humor and lack of filter exemplify her motto: Live. Laugh. Love.
Meet her wild and wicked family in her sultry series: The Doms of Genesis. Or become spellbound by the searing love connection between Raine, Ha
mmer, and Liam in her continuing saga: The Doms of Her Life (co-written with the amazing Shayla Black and Isabella La Pearl). Journey with couples struggling to resolve their pasts and heal their scars to discover unbridled love and devotion in Jenna’s contemporary series: Passionate Hearts.
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OTHER BOOKS BY JENNA JACOB
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THE DOMS OF GENESIS
Embracing My Submission: (Book One)
"I have read my share of BDSM but this book was unlike the others as in I get an even CLOSER look inside the relationships.”
Twinsie Talk Book Reviews
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Masters of My Desire: (Book Two)
“THANK YOU for pulling me in to this world. This world full of love, lust, and intrigue. THANK YOU for creating such a powerful connection with these characters and their lives.”
Shayna Renee's Spicy Reads
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Master of My Mind: (Book Three)
“From the very first pages of Master of My Mind, Jenna Jacob had me emotionally riveted, pulled into a story so intriguing, so enthralling, so spellbinding, that I tuned out the rest of the universe in order to fully immerse myself in Leagh and Tony’s story.”
Sizzling Hot Books
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Saving My Submission: (Book Four)
“Simply beautifully written as I have come to appreciate and expect for Jenna Jacob!”
The Book Fairy
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Seduced By My Doms: (Book Five)
“I loved everything about this story. It had suspense, sizzling romance, and decadent scenes that will have you BEGGING for more.”
