I’m late and I certainly didn’t mean to but a death of a close friend of the family has my brain in power down mode. Regardless, I have to say working with these ladies was splendid and I surely thank them for dealing with my wishy-washy methods and pantster disease. I am truly blessed to be part of this project. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, ladies.
On with the show, shall we?
Four dangerously dark and delicious stories that will awaken your dirtiest fantasies.
NOT ONE NIGHT by D.C. Stone:
One night of pleasure isn’t worth losing a lifetime of friendship. Or a reputation. Or a career. A spot in the social standing. That irritating innocence. Or the always-so-present pride.
But it is worth losing her heart.
REDEEMER by Kastil Eavenshade:
His family has the wealth and power to give him anything … except approval.
Gianni Bencivenni marks his time in lines of cocaine. One lover is the same as the next within the walls of addiction—until his family puts a contract out on his life. On the run with the last man he wants to be in close quarters with, Gianni has to decide whether his yearning for acceptance and love can overpower his need for a drug-filled haze.
Johnny “Butcher” Mascagni marks the black sins he commits. Death is his profession and ghosts of the dead haunt his waking moments. His penance for the dark life he’s led. Through all the men who have shared his bed, love is a promise that eludes him. When a former lover becomes his last assignment, Butcher must decide if he can set his demons free and open his heart again.
SLICK by Lea Bronsen:
Ex-convict Luke has been fortunate enough to land a small job as a kitchen assistant, but he’s lonely and crippled by baggage from the past.
CEO Roman Spencer also has his share of problems. It doesn’t help that a tough and hot-headed kitchen worker begins to plague his mind…and body.
The more Luke runs into Roman, the more his dark fantasy turns into attraction. If he surrenders, his thug pride will effectively go down the drain.
ADDICTIONS by R. Brennan:
Alexis Harrison is a mess. She’s managed to blow out her knee, lose her scholarship, and get hooked on pain killers. Now she’s playing mule to her dealer, who is her only friend, to support her ever increasing habit.
If something doesn’t change soon, her addiction is going to cost Lexi more than just everything.
“Bencivenni, you little prick.”
Gianni yawned, scratching his chin before flicking his fingers at the large inmate who entered his cell. Frank had been stupid enough to believe his lie he’d share the pilfered drugs if the dumbass parted his cheeks. “Fuck off, you piece of shit.” He offered one finger to the two men with the hulking brute.
“You took my share.” Frank towered over him, spittle dribbling from his mouth.
“I took what was mine all along. You were the idiot who believe I’d give anything to you.” His palm slammed into Frank’s crotch before gripping his balls tight. Standing while the cowed man screamed, Gianni grinned. His tongue snaked out and licked the side of Frank’s face. “Or is it that you hoped I’d drop to my knees and suck your cock, lover boy.” He ground his crotch against his victim’s. “Maybe you’d prefer the feel of my cock in your ass.”
Frank’s skin reddened and, before Gianni could move, the brute snapped his head forward. Pain exploded in his face as the cartilage in his nose snapped. The sting spread, but Gianni laughed and squeezed harder. He pushed Frank away. One swing at the blurry image to his right didn’t connect and he lost his balance. Frank’s goons took turns kicking his sides. Blood smeared on the floor and each blow radiated agony through his body, yet he laughed louder. If only his brothers had the stones to bestow such a beat down he’d think higher of them. Gianni cursed at the sounds of the guards breaking up the fight. The drugs did nothing to make him feel something beyond dead inside. One thing branding him more than a walking corpse were the delightful scars of his scraps inside and the pain that accompanied them.
He staggered to his feet. The room spun and warped. His fingers smeared the something wet and sticky across his cheek. “Why does it still smell like bitch in here?”
“I’m going to fucking kill you, runt.” Frank’s blurry image broke free of the guards. Gianni smiled, although brief. The world tilted around him as he hit the floor.