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Everything He Wants

EVERYTHING HE WANTS

Obedience (Book 1) & Lies (Book 2)

by Jenna Fox

Genre: BDSM Erotic Romance

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Me. He’d chosen me.

Not a rich girl.

Or a pretty girl.

But me

A girl with a bleak future.

A girl with a tragic past.

Sloane Rothchild, New York City’s most eligible billionaire bachelor, could’ve picked a beautiful and educated girl to be his new assistant. But he wanted me. And all I had to do was show him I could obey.

Be a good girl.

Be his dirty girl.

But if I didn’t obey…

I’d get the whip.

Spankings.

Chains…

Oh, why did the dirty and forbidden things he wanted to do to me send tingles in all the right places?

So, I fell hard and fast for him.

I bared him my body.

My heart.

My soul.

But there was another irresistible side of Mr. Rothchild—a side he didn’t warn me about.

A side I had to find out on my own…

His other half. His dark, tempting and mysterious twin, Cain.

Cain was like me—scarred and damaged. We immediately connected. He understood my needs. But after all, shouldn’t my heart belong to the man who’d given me the opportunity of a life time?

Each brother had taken a piece of me. One man had torn my heart out, and the other had used my body. But only one truly owned me. And only one man had swept me up in a current of lust and need…

Had tangled me in his web of lies and deceit.

Nobody told me there would be danger.

Nobody told me I might fear for my life.

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“I expect to see you naked under that robe, Megan.”

My heart lurched at his low, throaty voice. There was no tenderness in the tone. None on his face. Unsure of my desire to let him know that I was indeed, naked underneath the robe, I adjusted the sash and took a quick breath as he thumped the glass on the table and strode over to me. “Take off the robe, Megan.”

I tried to stay relaxed, but being this close to him was so intimidating that I’d forgotten he’d given me a command. I let out a small cry as a hand reached around my head, balling a section of my hair to pull my head back. “Remember, you’re to do everything I want,” he rasped.

His voice did strange things to my body and mind. Caught off guard by the sudden change and the tugging on my hair, I struggled to speak clearly. “Y-Yes, I remember.”

“Good, now that we have that straight…” His words trailed off as he pulled me up against his chest. Shivers of need ran through me as he scraped his teeth along my neck. “On your knees.”

My response to him was so powerful. An unexpected thrill shot through my body as I shucked off the robe and dropped to my knees. Immediate willingness to submit should’ve disturbed me, but it didn’t outweigh the heat, the need and the moisture gathering between my thighs.

My heart fluttered wildly in my chest as his hand smoothed over my hair and traveled down my cheek. “You like this don’t you, my dirty little girl?”

Oh, hell yes! Being under his dark, enthralling gaze filled me with a strange excitement that couldn’t be put into words. I’d heard about the euphoria a woman could get from giving up power to a man—a few of my friends had talked about it—but I hadn’t understood it. All I knew was that it felt natural and I loved it.

“You’re going to learn how to please me,” he said, tipping my chin upward.

His thumb drifted across my forehead and moved to trace my bottom lip. I melted inside as I looked up at him, his shoulders squared and straight. I felt more exposed than ever to him, even though I’d been naked in front of him just yesterday. As his eyes raked boldly over my body, I could say nothing. But it wasn’t long before he was dissatisfied with my silence. “Would you like to help me come, my dirty little girl?”

“Yes,” I barely breathed.

His hand tightened in my hair. “You will, what?”

“Do everything you want…sir.”

An approving noise came from him, and my heart hammered in my ears as he pulled the button on his pants. I knew what his cock felt like inside of me, but when the material sagged open and he freed himself, I realized it was the first time I’d actually seen it.

I’d remembered his length was impressive, but when I took him into my hand, it felt thicker than before. I slid my hand down, all the way to the base, then back up. He moaned, his hips jerking as I slicked my tongue across the head. I licked around the ridge and moved my fist down, then back up taking him fully into my mouth.

Him

Betrayal.

In my worst nightmare, it was a word I never thought I’d associate with the only person who’d given me hope—the only woman who gave me something to believe in.

And even though I’d begun to break my cardinal rule, never fall for a woman, she’d turned my world upside down.

Never trust.

Never love.

I gave her everything—pulled her out of a hellish life. She was grateful, and said she’d do anything for me. I believed her.

But every word that passed her sweet lips was a lie. And every promise she’d made to me was broken into a million pieces.

I should’ve overlooked my desires.

I should’ve acted like the man my father had trained me to be.

I’d fallen short and found myself reeling in devastation.

Megan

Thrown away.

That’s what he did to me.

I’d given him my best—anything he wanted—my work, my loyalty… my heart.

I let him walk all over me—I’d even allowed him to trample my heart.

After he took me to his dungeon and marked me as his own, Sloane Rothchild gave me a reason to dream again, but then bashed it all to pieces. I begged and pleaded, but…

He told me to get out of his sight.

So, once again, I gave him his wish. I took the shattered remains of my heart and walked away.

Pain.

Emptiness.

That’s all that remains.

Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly and doting mother residing in the deep South. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.

Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter.

In short, she’s a multi-tasker – a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.

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Re/Captured (Doms of the FBI 7)

Keith and Katrina are back! Reader favorites Keith Rossetti and Katrina Legato from Re/Paired (Doms of the FBI 2) return for another emotional, sexy, and dangerous adventure.
Blurb:
When a day helping out at Legal Aid puts Katrina in the crosshairs of a serial killer bent on sending his version of romantic gifts, life starts to spiral out of control. Not only is she trying to plan her wedding, but work and home life are increasingly hectic.
Keith has doubts about Kat and the reasons she keeps postponing the wedding, so he sets out to recapture her heart. Meanwhile, the serial killer’s obsession with Katrina only grows—threatening her entire family.
Sacrifices must be made, but can love help them survive the fallout?
Warnings: BDSM, anal sex, D/s
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PG Excerpt 1:

Understanding Keith’s message—he’d wanted to put her mind at ease with regard to the children so that she could focus on submitting to him—she lowered her gaze. “Can I have ten minutes to put my bag away and freshen up?”
“Yes. I set out what I want you to wear.” His voice washed through her senses, overpowering her with peace and excitement.
“Thank you.” Briefcase in hand, she turned to follow his instructions.
“Kitty Kat.”
The unspoken order halted her. She turned back to him. “Yes?”
“I want a kiss.”
Closing the distance she lifted her face. He caressed her cheek with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist to support her lower back, two points of contact only. His lips brushed hers, teasing at a third point. He massaged, a gentle pressure welcoming her home and to her role as his submissive.
Slave to his mastery, she sighed into it, dropping her briefcase and lifting her arms to twine them around his neck, and she pressed her chest to his. He deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue deep to taste and stab. The hand on her cheek slid into her hair, and the one on her back lowered to squeeze her ass. She forgot about everything. The stresses of her day fell away as she melted in the face of his demand.
He broke away to trail sucking kisses down her neck, stopping when the collar of her dress shirt got in his way. “Go,” he said. “Take your ten minutes, and then you’re mine.”

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“Put your dress on. Tell me how you look.”
Though he couldn’t see it, she parked her hand on her hip. “Keith, this is highly inappropriate, and it’s bad luck.” Her pulse raced. Though she thought of the wedding as a formality, she couldn’t help but get a little excited for the actual event.
His husky chuckle crackled through the phone. “I don’t believe in bad luck, and I can’t masturbate to mental images of you in that dress if I don’t know what it looks like.”
Her fake chagrin melted. She whispered her reply. “You want to masturbate to mental images of me in a wedding dress? That’s weird. You have actual pictures of me wearing lingerie.” He also had a picture of her pussy that he refused to delete. Good thing his phone was password and fingerprint protected.
“I like those pictures.” His voice dropped as the Dom in him asserted itself. “But, Kitty Kat, the wedding dress says unequivocally that you belong to me. Nothing is sexier than that.”
Her breath caught at his tone. “You’re such a romantic.”
“How about a picture?”
“Nope.” She smiled as she refused him. “I’m not bending on this. You can’t see my dress before the wedding.”
“At least tell me what the neckline looks like. And how long is the skirt? What are you wearing under it?”
She laughed. “No clues. You’ll have to wait.”
“Tease.”
“A tease would send you pictures of random dresses.”

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“Wow. This book was so freaking hot!! [Re/Paired] has great balance….heavy on the romance with enough suspense to keep it interesting and that’s how I like it.”–Under the Covers Book Blog
5 Stars/Purest Delight from Guilty Pleasures: “This was a great read with a damaged Dom who learns to cherish his sub, a lot of hot BDSM action, suspense, and complex relationships”
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His Lady

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 Title: His Lady

Series: Boston Doms

Book: #5

Author: Jane Henry & Maisy Archer

Genre: Erotic Romance

Published: February 24, 2017

ASIN: B06X9TYKZ7

Synopsis

Elena Slater grew up on the streets of New York City as the baby sister of Alexander ‘Slay’ Slater. She knows how to hold her own, and she’s anything but submissive. Sure, all her closest friends are members of The Club, Boston’s most well-respected BDSM playground, and she can’t help but see the appeal of power exchange, especially when it comes to the sexy, ultra-dominant, and much older Blake Coleman. But that could never be more than a fantasy for a girl like her… could it?
Blake Coleman, grieving the loss of his wife and long-term submissive, spent the past year retreating from the world. But he’s slowly recognized it’s time to reconnect with his friends, and reassert himself as Master Blake, the founder of The Club. It’s a full-time job, especially when Alexander Slater’s little sister is determined to keep pushing his buttons. He’s all too tempted to teach her a lesson, but he refuses to give in to the rampant arousal she awakens in him with her sass. She’s far too young and mouthy for the likes of him.
But when Blake and Elena find themselves caught up in a nasty smear campaign motivated by revenge, the two adversaries must form an alliance, and they can no longer deny the magnetic attraction between them. What will happen when the sassy spitfire collides with Boston’s most well-known and respected Dominant?

DISCLAIMER: His Lady, book five in the Boston Doms series, is a standalone novel. It contains elements of BDSM, including bondage and the discipline of adult women.
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Excerpt 1

He pulled his mouth off hers just long enough to whisper a heated, furious, desperate, “Elena.”

Her voice unnaturally low, pled with him. “God, I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch.”

His forehead up against hers, he grinned, actually grinned, those wrinkles around his eyes creasing. “You’ll pay for those bitchy comments, little girl,” he crooned in her ear. Her eyes closed as heat flared in across her chest.

“Make me pay,” she begged. “Make me fucking pay.

She heard the sound of his belt buckle unfastening. God. Was he going to fuck her or spank her, and did it even matter? She wanted all of it. She wanted all of him. The swish of the leather being pulled through the loops made her legs clench. She opened her eyes and bit her lip as he took his belt in hand, doubled it over, and pushed her back up against the desk.

“You wanna pay?” he growled in her ear.

“Yesssss,” she moaned. The buckle hit the desk seconds before his hands reached to the front of her jeans, nimbly unfastening and shoving them down so she could step out. He took one moment to draw his hand across her inner thigh before he pushed her legs apart, positioning them so her ass was on prominent display, her panties around her ankles now. God, she was bared to Blake and she’d never been so turned on in her life. Fuck, could he see her honey glistening on her thighs? Hell, she was gonna come just from being stripped by him.

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 Excerpt 2

“Blake,” she said, stopping just a few feet shy of the entrance to the restaurant. “Take it easy, okay? There’s no need to worry.”

His brows drew together as he released her hand and stopped walking, spinning her around toward him. He put both of his enormous palms on her shoulders. “No need to worry, baby? I’ve got the biggest drug lord in all of Boston trying to take down The Club I’ve poured blood, sweat, and tears into for longer than you’ve walked this earth. I’ve got my woman on my arm, about to find out if our lives are going to change forever. And I’ve got to face her brother, who I love like he was my own flesh and blood , and tell him that I’m with his baby sister. And he knows what it means to be with me. He knows we don’t spend our free time playing mini golf and drinking fru-fru coffee at the country club.” He ran a hand through his sexy-as-all-hell salt-and-pepper hair and blew out a breath. “But I’m not worried. I’ve got this. All of this. What I’m not is nonchalant about all this shit.”

She let her eyes roam over the muscles in his shoulders, which rippled under the edge of his sweatshirt before she stared into his eyes the color of dusk in winter, pools of dark blue that turned her legs to jelly. “It’s okay, honey,” she said, resting her hand on his bristly cheek.

“Elena,” he said, as one hand lifted off her shoulder and curved around her neck. “No, it’s not okay,” he whispered, leaning in to her as he brought her forehead to his lips and kissed her softly. “But it will be. No matter what, I give you my word. I’ve got this.” She closed her eyes against the rising swell of emotion in her chest. God, this man.

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Excerpt 3

MisterHaven: How’s it going, baby doll?

Elena was hardly what one would call a baby doll, but somehow coming from the big bear of man who was decades her senior, it felt fitting. Between not going to The Club, and her crazy work schedule, she hadn’t seen him as often as she’d have preferred, and she missed him. She smiled as she replied to him.

Total shitty day at work, but I just showered and I’m feeling a bit better.

MisterHaven: Sorry you had a shitty day. Just showered? As in, you’re still in a towel “just showered?”

She grinned as she replied. Seriously? You ask me how my day was and the first thing your mind goes to is me, naked, in a towel?

MisterHaven: Naturally.

Heat suffused her cheeks as she laid back, and her robe fell open, displaying her pink, cleanly-shaven legs. Biting her lip, she spread the robe open wider, barely covering her, and pulled it down over her breasts so her cleavage spilled out over the top. She snapped a selfie, satisfied it was one helluva pic. She grinned as she hit send.

Elena’s heart tip-tapped a steady rhythm as she waited for him to reply. Elena and then jumped as her phone buzzed in her hand. It wasn’t a text. He was calling, the name MisterHaven flashing on her screen. She swallowed hard. Was he going to lecture her for being inappropriate? Scold her for taking a risk and putting a lascivious picture of her out there where it could be intercepted by…hackers or something? She hadn’t given it much thought until she saw his name pop up on her screen, and she could practically see his scowl, while he loomed over her, arms folded across his huge chest. Shit.

“Hello?” she said, her voice sounding oddly choked as she answered.

“Babe.” God, she loved to hear him talk. His voice was a shot of whiskey, smoldering embers, well-crafted leather. She closed her eyes. “Yeah?” she whispered. Is this how he’d begin his lecture? Her breath was coming in gasps, and she felt suddenly way too warm even though her robe had practically fallen off.

“Where are you?” he growled.

“On my bed,” she continued in a whisper.

“Oh yeah?” he said, his own deep voice dropping. “Open the robe all the way, gorgeous.”

Closing her eyes tight, she did what he said, slowly tugging so her robe opened.

“You shaved smooth, little girl?”

“Fuck yeah,” she said, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face.

“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice taking on a hard, commanding edge. She threw her head back and gently stroked her folds. She gasped, shocked at how slick she was, her finger easily gliding over her clit. “Circle,” he growled. Closing her eyes, she circled her clit as he said, an involuntary moan escaping.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he growled. “That’s what daddy likes.”

Her stomach clenched. Fuck yeah. He continued talking in his low, gritty voice. “You’ve been a naughty little girl, Elena. So naughty. And now it’s time you were punished.”

Her eyes widened, and her hand froze. Was he serious?

“Close your eyes, babe,” he crooned. “That’s a girl. I’ve just dragged you into my office for mouthing off to me. Do I like mouthing off, little girl?” His voice took on a harder edge, and she stroked faster.

“No sir,” she whispered, grinning.

“Someone’s gonna remember to watch her mouth every time she sits down for the next fucking month,” he growled.

Faster, harder, her hand moved as his words went on. “I shut the door and lock it, and bring you to the overstuffed chair in the corner of my office. I sit down and haul you over my lap.”

He paused as she stroked, the tension mounting, her hand shaking.

“You with me in this?” she whispered.

She heard his growl on the other end of the phone. “Fuck yeah.” God, she’d never gotten a guy off on the phone, but the very idea of him with her, fisting his cock as she…

“You’re gonna lose that skirt, little girl,” he growled. “I’m pulling it off, and baring your ass over my knee.”

Harder, faster, fuck she was gonna come.

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Excerpt 4

“You taste like honey and butter,” Blake said, his low voice in her ear causing her nipples to harden. She was straddling his lap on the leather couch in his living room, having just polished off the last bite of baklava, and they were celebrating the evening alone.

“You taste like masculinity and sex,” she countered, running her fingers around the back of his neck and drawing his mouth closer to hers, as he growled in her throat and tightened his grip on her ass. “I fucking love it.”

“You swear like a goddamned truck driver,” he bit out, leaning his mouth closer to ear and taking her lobe into his mouth with his teeth.

“No shit,” she responded, pulling back and meeting his eyes. “What are you gonna do about it, old man?”

“Naughty little brat,” he growled, and she shrieked as his hands went to her top, yanking it up, nimbly unfastening her bra, before his hands found her nipples and squeezed. “You really don’t want to test me, Elena,” he said, sobering, his voice dropping as his eyes narrowed. He twisted his hands, and she braced herself. The sharp bite of pain faded to a tingle. “You’ll do as you’re told, little girl,” he said, his smoky voice like whisky on ice, brisk but biting. “I’m not shittin’ around with your safety. And there’s a limit to how far you can push me, Elena. I don’t expect meek and mousy from you. No, baby, that isn’t you, and I get that,” he said, his hands kneading her breasts now, as flames flickered in her nether regions, her pussy convulsing with need. Oh God.

Her mouth opened, panting, as he laced his fingers through her hair and tugged her head back, pulling her ear to his mouth. “I owe you a spanking, young lady. You endangered yourself when you disobeyed me. And because of what you did, you’ve raised suspicion by plastering your name all over the internet. I don’t give a shit who comes after me, but you’ll answer for putting yourself on their radar.”

She swallowed, her heart racing as her pussy throbbed with need, but at the same time her ass tingled at the memory of his leather on her naked skin, and his enormous hand branding her with punishing strikes.  Through the haze of arousal, she looked into his eyes. “And what if I say no?” she said, not able to help herself from pushing, testing, craving his mettle and dominance. “What if I refuse to submit?”

His eyes darkened, his brows drawing together with a startling sternness that made her shiver deliciously. “Refuse to submit?” he asked. “I didn’t ask you to submit, little girl. I told you you were getting a spanking.”

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About the Authors

Jane Henry

Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

Maisy Archer

Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
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Secret Sins

SECRET SINS

Sins of Odyssey, book 3

by Kathy Kulig

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance

Scorching. Raw. Forbidden. Every submissive craves Master Adrian Cayne’s commands and relentless determination to bring them to the point of exquisite pain and pleasure. Because of the intensity of his sessions, he’ll only take experienced subs until Emma arrives at Dark Odyssey. He’s impressed and attracted to her beauty and enthusiasm. But before he’ll take her on, she must pass a series of seductive tests of increasing intensity to see if she’s receptive to his unique and dark skills.

Emma Fallon is known to thoroughly research her articles for the tabloid magazine Scandal. With her job and career on the line, she must go undercover to write a lurid and gossipy story about Dark Odyssey, a hedonistic club. While the assignment is her chance to indulge in her taboo desires for the sex she craves as a submissive, her heart isn’t in it because she’s falling for Adrian.

Raw, hot passion draws them past guarded limits, but when secrets are revealed and trust is broken, can true love save their torn hearts?

The dress was way too short and the heels meant for fucking not walking, but she wouldn’t back out now. Parked across from the entrance of the exclusive sex club Dark Odyssey, Emma Fallon watched another car pull up and the driver hand the invitation to the guard. The wrought-iron gate slowly swung to the side and the car sped up the drive.

She pulled the invitation out of her tiny purse. It had taken her weeks to get it. If she chickened out now, she might never get another chance. Not to mention her boss would be pissed if she missed her deadline for Scandal magazine.

Emma believed thorough research created the best articles. When given an assignment to write about the hazards of bungee jumping, she leapt off the Royal Gorge Suspension Bridge in Colorado. Another job sent her investigating the recent cavern scuba diving deaths and initiated her scuba certification in the watery depths of Devil’s Eye in central Florida. Rock climbing, boat racing, running with the bulls, she preferred hands-on research, thrived on it.

That’s what gave her stories the edge and juice her readers and boss craved. Those details would get her the hell up and out of the tabloid rag and eventually into a dream job like USA Today, New York Times or Sports Illustrated if she was lucky.

She’d made some good contacts along the way. Now all she needed was a good recommendation from her boss. This particular story left a churning in her stomach. There was something beyond unethical about digging into people’s sex lives, especially ones with a kinky side. Her articles at Scandal had to have scandalous twists to them. Her boss clearly demanded a detailed exposé uncovering several high-profile celebrities who regularly visited the club and exposing their kinky preferences.

When she’d told her boss, Vivian Pearlman, to find another reporter, Vivian reminded Emma of the contacts she had at the various prestigious papers. Career blackmail.

As Emma stared at the entrance of the exclusive club, she clutched the invitation in her hands. What would Jake think of her if he knew she visited a BDSM club? Jake had been gone for over a year. It didn’t matter what he would think. She squeezed her eyes shut as the heaviness in her heart returned. The image of twisted metal after his motorcycle crash flashed across her mind. She may never look at another motorcycle the same way again. But it was time to let him go, and shove the pain aside so she could date again. For this assignment, she doubted she would have to have sex with anyone. Could she convince those in the BDSM lifestyle she was a newbie and curious, instead of a reporter?

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Secret Destiny

UNBOUND. PASSION. EXPOSED. A billionaire makes a naughty offer she can’t refuse. But can two lovers survive the consequences?

On the verge of financial disaster, Destiny Noir accepts a daring offer at Dark Odyssey that could solve all her troubles. Dark Odyssey, a hedonistic club in a mansion along the South Florida coast, caters to the rich and powerful, providing discreet and sexy entertainment to satisfy their clients’ sinful requests. The money and scorching sex is too good to refuse, and she’s buried under college loans and about to lose her home. Should be fun and sexy, right? But there are always risks, especially when this exciting, well-paying side job spins out of control.

Destiny and her lover Darius Logan are drawn into a rich and power-hungry world where sex is a game of entertainment, power struggles and manipulation. When their clients begin demanding special favors–slave services on a billionaire’s yacht, then a public ménage at a CEO’s cocktail party. Destiny realizes their arrangement might be too good to be true. Soon passion becomes an obsession. And a billionaire’s demands expose dangerous truths and threaten to destroy her–and their love–forever.

Secret Escort

One naughty woman with kinky desires. Two bad boys thrilled to indulge her wicked fantasy for one night only. But what happens when love gets in the way?

Mariko Maguire refuses to let another man break her heart. So why not indulge in a sexual fantasy? If she’s daring enough, she’ll abandon prior commitments, shed inhibitions for one wickedly lustful evening in the exclusive adult club, Dark Odyssey.

Justin is a college professor who must confront secrets and regrets from his past. He’s thrilled to awaken the potent heat of desire within the beautiful Mariko. He wants her, he’s obsessed with her, but is she ready for what he has in mind? Carter, a commercial pilot, is always looking for a new sexual adventure and more than willing to be Mariko’s escort. A hot ménage could be in their kinky future, but what happens when love gets tossed into the middle?

As one passionate night takes an unexpected turn, whose heart will break and who will walk away from a night at Dark Odyssey they’ll never forget?

Kathy is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling novelist of erotic contemporary and paranormal romance. She’s a science geek by day and escapes into her writer’s world at night. Known for writing dark and edgy stories, Kathy’s books are passionate, emotionally-charged and always have a happy ending. She began her writing career in journalism, publishing articles in magazines and newspapers. Now she lives in a fantasy world making up sexy stories to entice her readers.

When she’s not writing, she loves to work out, travel, read stacks of books, watch movies and have dinners out with her darling husband. She lives in Pennsylvania in a 100 year-old Victorian house with a garage built out of reject tombstones.