SPOTLIGHT! Presenting…. Author-TARA DAWN in ~ TAINT!~

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Hold onto those tears lover … #TAINT is available. And thank goodness for that! Not gonna lie, Snap ends on a pivotal note, with everyone snapping at the end, although I was kind enough to give you a sneak peek into Taint lol. It picks up right where Snap left off, jerking you straight up that emotional roller-coaster with rocket boosters. I don’t give you any breaks. My characters don’t get breaks to breathe, why the hell should you? Are you ready to be tainted?
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Genre: Dark – Psychological Thriller 
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Series:  The SNAP Trilogy #2
Author: TARA DAWN
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Hazel
I don’t know who I am anymore, or what I’m becoming. Time doesn’t exist in this godforsaken Hell I call my life. Every time I find a semblance of hope, it’s bled away. Just like I’m bleeding away. The longer he believes he’s won, the more I die inside. I may be nothing but a shell by the time this is over.
Cash
I failed her. I couldn’t keep her safe. Now I may lose her completely. We’re running against a clock controlled by a madman and we don’t know when he plans to end his game. Every minute that passes without finding him makes the thought of killing him that much sweeter.
Phil
I didn’t think it would be so easy. Pretty soon, my Snap will be on the streets and I’ll be living the dream. That is, after I take Cash out. With him gone, I’ll control not only the drug, but Hazel as well. If she listens, she will have a hell of a life. Right. Beside. Me.

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Tara Dawn is a stay-at-home wife and mother. When she’s not busy homeschooling her 3 boys, she’s busy writing, reading, working on her book blog, making jewelry, hula hooping, or any of the other random things she may be doing. She wears many hats and is a lover life. The self-proclaimed “potato whore” has a zest for learning and believes that everyone should learn something new every day.

Tara is a lover of poetry and all genres of books. The genres she writes also differ. Her writing changes depending on how she feels at the moment, so expect lots of different things from her in the future.

Tara loves making new friends and is addicted to Facebook. Stop by her page to shoot the shit or send her a friend request. Join her reader group for sneak peaks, arcs, crazy fun, awesome people, and giveaways smile emoticon Tara loves her Snap Addicts.

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SNAP (The Snap Trilogy #1)

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*This book contains scenes of drug use, rape, and brutality. It is intended for readers over 18. Reader discretion is advised.*

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Hazel
I never would’ve guessed my life would lead me where I am today, wedged between a stalker and a stranger in the midst of a drug war that I’m unsure of how I entered. One wants to hurt me, the other seems to want to heal me, but there’s more that he’s after and I don’t know if I can give him what he seeks.

Cash
I was sent to find answers when no one else could find them. What I found was a woman in need and a psycho dealer working toward his own agenda. I wasn’t to get involved, but her eyes call to me and I know they hold the information I seek.

Phil
She doesn’t think I’m good enough for her. But I’ll show her. Hazel belongs to me and has since that night that I claimed her. I’ll get back into her good graces. I have to. She has something of mine and I’m not stopping until I have it all.

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Escape. Succumb. Savor.

Captivated by the thought of experiencing something taboo, Summer Wilson contemplates taking the trip of a life time. Determined to live her own life for once, she decides that Sojourn could help her reinvent herself. But is going to a sex resort really the answer to her problems, or will it only cause more confusion?

Once Summer arrives, she learns that she must be willing to do anything to make her fantasies come true. But she finds it hard to push her previous lovers from her mind.

Things aren’t always what they seem, and people aren’t always who you believe them to be. Will Summer be able to accept reality when the blindfold comes off, or will it finish breaking her completely?

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MEND (The SNAP Trilogy #3)

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Fate. Karma. Time.

They are all faces of the same entity. Each is beautiful in its own way, in the right light. Normally each works of its own accord. Escape them, and you discover what lies beneath their masks. It surpasses sinister and lies within base carnality. The three twist together to create something terrifying enough to stop you in your tracks and beg for mercy. A clemency they’ll not grant you.

I should have accepted and taken what they offered me to begin with. Death was kind to me, yet I refused it. I turned my back on them, and they unleashed a personal vendetta against me. Anyone close to me felt the repercussions; some of them payed the ultimate price. All because my will was stronger than theirs. They’ve proven to me that when things are meant to be, to not change them. Otherwise, someone will pay the consequences to right the world, and they won’t hesitate to prove that to you.

Discrimination doesn’t exist in their eyes. The headstones before me validate that. 

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RELEASE BLITZ! ✩✩ Predator! ✩✩ by Michelle Horst!

 

 

 

Title: Predator

Author: Michelle Horst

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 Release Date: April 29, 2016

Blurb

 

All my life I’ve been hiding, until there is no corner on this god-forsaken earth left for me to hide. I have to pay for the sins of my father. No one with Ellison blood in their veins is allowed to live, and I am the last of my bloodline.

I am kept in a container waiting for my death sentence to be carried out, when he comes. He is only known as ‘Predator’. No one knows who he works for, only that he leaves no one alive.

His every breath is filled with the last gasp of his dying prey.

But for some reason he doesn’t kill me.

I don’t know which is worse, the death sentence hanging over my head, or being at his mercy.

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“Look at me, Cara,” and he waits until I do, “love is such a flawed thing. You can love someone but still leave them. What I feel for you goes way beyond that one word. I’m addicted to you. I feel protective of you. I breathe for you.” His eyes caress my face and follow the tears into my hair. “Love is really such a flawed word for what I feel. I live for you.”

 

 

Author Bio

Michelle Horst is from a small town in South Africa.

She’s been in love with reading from an early age. She has a passion for books, quotes and animals.

She first tried her hand at writing in early 2009 and as the first words started to form into a book, she knew she was hooked. 

Dreams spilled onto pages, and that was the beginning of a wonderful journey. A journey filled with joy, passion and heart stopping moments. Most of all, it’s filled with such pride and peace as a story comes to life, and characters fill your life, living in the very walls of your mind, living in the minds of your readers.

 

Thank you to each and every reader and for choosing to escape in one of my books.

Michelle 😉 

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~Blog Tour~ No Mercy ~ A Darker Continuation by Author Lucian Bane

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Second book in the Mercy Trilogy

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Sade and Mercy’s journey takes a dark turn in No Mercy A Darker Continuation.

Some nightmares last only minutes. Sometimes those minutes can last a lifetime.

Dark lusts and self-loathing become a merciless dance Sade can’t escape. Surviving one night of horror leads him to a ledge he’s never been, where terror mixes with his sadism and masochism for a whole new monster with No Mercy.

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Sade climbed through the window and dropped to the ground right as thunder rumbled louder. The smell of rain thickened the air as Sade grabbed Mercy’s hand and raced to the front of the house.

 

They made it to the vehicle and climbed in. Oh fuck, no keys. Ten feet in front of them sat a black antique hearse. “Lock your fucking door,” Sade ordered, searching beneath the seat for a weapon.

 

“Oh my God, he’s coming, he’s coming!” Mercy shrilled.

 

Sade eyed the sad clown face hurrying toward the truck as he opened the glove box. Mercy screamed as the maniac banged on the driver window.

 

“Son!” he bellowed, yanking off his mask and glaring at Sade. The blue eyes were nearly brilliant in the darkness. “How could you?” Agonizing betrayal twisted his face before he turned and paced next to the truck, holding his head.

 

Sade jumped at feeling something buzz under his ass. His fucking phone!

 

“I trusted you, son,” Abraham muttered.

 

“Look for a weapon, anything!” Sade wrestled the phone out of his pocket.

 

“I don’t understand…” Abraham looked up and searched the sky. “I thought you said I was getting a disciple? Have I not earned that?”

 

Sade’s heart stopped when he looked at the phone. Zero battery.

 

Fists hit Sade’s window shaking the truck making Mercy shriek. “I’m not happy about this, son!” he growled, heaving. “I’m very upset! Really upset!”

 

“Call the police! Call the police!” Mercy screamed.

 

Sade looked at the text blaring on the screen. LEAVE NOW!!! ABRAHAM IS COMING! HE’S CLINICALLY INSANE! Sade’s fingers trembled over the keypad, hitting 911.

 

“Where’s he going?” Mercy gasped. “He’s leaving, he’s going to his car. What’s he doing? Oh my God!”

 

“911 what’s your emergency?”

 

“We’re stranded at–”

 

“623 Fallen Lane Prairie City!” Mercy screamed. “Oh God, he’s got a gun!”

 

“623 Fallen Lane, Prairie City! There’s a psycho with a gun!”

 

“You’re breaking up. Are you in town? What town are you near?”

 

Abraham stalked back to the truck and stopped in front aiming the shotgun at them. Sade shoved Mercy on the seat, covering her. A jolting boom rocked the fucking truck when he fired. “Fuck!” Sade gasped, finally glancing up to find Abraham stalking to the rear of the vehicle. Sade ducked as the back glass exploded. He put the phone to his mouth and screamed, “623 Fallen Lane!” He fought to cover more of Mercy. “Can you fucking hear me!?”

 

Mercy screamed and covered her head as her window shattered next. Sade looked at the phone. God,

fuck no! Dead!

 

Two more shots took out the windshield. Then Sade’s window blasted into the vehicle, pieces hitting them.

 

“Goddamn!” Abraham muttered.

 

Sade shot his head up to see the animal storming back to his car. Sade opened his door and dragged Mercy out. “Don’t look back!” he gasped, running with her down the driveway. “To the highway!”

 

The sound of a vehicle door slammed and a low engine growled. Light beams soon bounced behind them with the demonic rumble of the engine screaming toward them.

 

They wouldn’t make it, they wouldn’t fucking make it. Sade remembered the boathouse. “This way!” He shot into the woods and headed in a diagonal direction back, making sure Mercy stayed on his heels. There had to be something there he could kill him with. He’d use his bare hands as a last option. Fucking that up and risking Mercy wasn’t a gamble he could take.

 

 

 

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Hello, Lucian here. I’m a husband, author, and Christian who loves writing tales—paranormal erotic romance, contemporary erotic romance, fantasy romance and dark erotica– about men who honor, cherish, and protect the women they love. Also stories that are real enough to form a sort of how-to bridge for the readers, teaching them “how to” add heat and passion to their marriages and relationships; teach them how to build life-long commitments–like I have with my own beautiful wife–and build strong families; all of which serve as a healthy foundation in society.

 

I think there are many men like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. A map for women as well, to teach them how to bring out the strength that exists within the men they call boyfriend or husband. Teach them how to dance out their fairytale romance in a world that isn’t kind to the happily ever afters we all hope to achieve.

 

You know, when I was younger, I submitted to my inner reckless and tireless desires, but when I gave myself to God and conformed my will to His, the transformation made me into what I am today. A man that believes and endorses Forever Love. Something we could stand a lot more of in our times, don’t you think?

 

 

 

 

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~Book Boyfriend Sale~ Featuring Shadow Tremaine in SEMBLANCE by *Logan Patricks*

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SEMBLANCE

by Author Logan Patricks

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Whoever said money couldn’t buy happiness has never starved a day in their lives.

My name is Aria Valencia, a third year classical music student at the university, and I was down to my last dollar. Some nights, I seriously considered working at the rippers just to make ends meet, but the thought of my dad’s spirit–God rest his soul–scowling at me while I danced up on some drooling degenerate was enough to turn me off the idea completely.

And then one night, chance came knocking on my door under the guise of the Midnight Society, a secret cabal comprised of the most wealthy and influential souls this side of the Universe. Their leader was a man named Shadow, who was equally enigmatic as he was gorgeous and, for some mystifying reason, had his dark brooding eyes focused on me.

Seduced by the promises of fame and fortune in exchange for a seemingly innocent request, I soon found myself drawn into a provocative world filled with both vast riches and unending lies and it didn’t take long for me to realize what being a part of the Midnight Society actually entailed: shiny things, sensual romance, and dead bodies.

Falling in love with Shadow came with a terrible price, one that I wasn’t willing to pay. There’s a dark side to every love story, and this one was mine.

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“Reading Semblance was like being in the audience at one of Bach’s performances. Logan Patricks played me like a master pianist, bringing out every emotion and leaving me with the incredible high that comes from witnessing true talent. If this in fact were a show I would give Semblance a standing ovation…you need to run to your reading device and download it!

 
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Logan discovered both love and heartbreak at the tender age of seven, when the pretty little blue-eyed girl next door stole his Kit-Kat bar and shared it with the bad boy from across the street. Devastated, Logan found solace by escaping into imaginary worlds he forged with words, creating kingdoms where the chivalrous knight always got the princess.

Twenty three years later Logan spends his days in a suit and tie, working for the government on matters of network security. However his thoughts never strayed too far from the incendiary nature of love — the passionate fire that’s both scintillating and dangerous. Obsessed with exploring the steamy and mysterious side of human nature, Logan continues to create worlds filled with thrills, mystery, and of course, sex.

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Book Two

Penumbra!

by Logan Patricks

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In one night, I lost everything: my hopes and dreams, my best friend, and Shadow’s heart. He told me he loved me, but it was just a lie.

The Midnight Society has fallen, reduced to ashes by a monster–a person whom we all once trusted. The betrayal has shattered our lives forever and Shadow, Lord of the Midnight Society, finds himself at a crossroad.

One road leads him further down the path of vengeance, filled with unending violence and dead bodies. The other road leads to me. However, our path to happiness is paved with broken glass and razorblades, and at some point, one of us is going to fall.

Welcome to the world of the Midnight Society.

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Book Recommendation! ~Rellik~ by Teresa Mummert

Rellik

by Teresa Mummert

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Rellik Bentley is to die for.

He can have any woman he wants and they will do anything to be with him. He uses and abuses them like drugs and tosses them out with the trash. The only thing he gives a f*ck about is his music. That is, until Ella Lighten walks into his life and stumbles upon one of his darkest secrets. In the midst of doing damage control, he begins to obsess over the mysterious woman who wants absolutely nothing to do with him.
Rellik won’t take no for an answer.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the White Trash Trilogy, The Note, Perfect Lie, Pretty Little Things, Honor series and Safe Word.
Biography
I was a Russian spy at the ripe age of thirteen, given my uncanny ability to tell if someone was lying ( I also read fortunes on the weekends). By sixteen I had become too much of a handful for the Lethal Intelligence Ensemble (L.I.E.). I was quickly exiled to the south of France where I worked with wayward elephants in the Circus of Roaming Animals and People (C.R.A.P.). I was able to make ends meet by selling my organs on the black market for pocket change and beer money. At the age of twenty three I decided to expand my horizons and become a blackjack dealer in Ireland. I loved the family atmosphere at Barney’s Underground Liquor Lounge (B.U.L.L.). People couldn’t resist the allure of Liquor up front and poker in the rear. Eventually I became tired of the rear and headed off to the United States to try my hand at tall tales. That is what brings us here today. If you have a moment I’d like to tell you a story.
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Teresa Mummert is an army wife and mother whose passion in life is writing. She is the author of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling novels White Trash Beautiful and Suicide Note. Born in Pennsylvania, she lived a small town life before following her husband’s military career to Louisiana and Georgia. Check out her website for samples and updates! TeresaMummert.com
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5 roses dark romance + unique creative writing

If you’re looking for a dark romance with plenty of twisty turns, look no further for you have just been transported into the fantastic dark realm of a mind-bending thriller.  This Author knows how to dial up the drama-meter and create a scrumptious “killer” BBF!   
This thrilling tale had everything I wanted a needed in a tale chalked full of lust, real-life drama,  betrayal, revenge, two lost, troubled loveable souls and dirty deeds avenged tenfold! 

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5 thump-thud hearts damaged couples finding love 

These two characters were such dark tortured soulsone could not help but feel their heart bleed for the both of them.  The atrocious acts committed upon Ella had me literally consumed with hatred for the vile lunatic crippling her emotionally and physically.  Ryder reigned supreme as a luscious hero, his past consumed his thoughts and held him back from moving forward to a promising future full of talent and a heart full of love forever searching for someone to give it to.

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5 carnal lips hot and spicy scenes 

Holy smoking stars above this Author creates sexy scenes that leave your lips chapped and your bum wiggling around seeking for some sorta relief!  The chemistry between this book hero and heroine is nearly instantaneous and absolutely believable as they both try to hold back secrets, their bodies both betray them in the end.

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5 tears emotional drama 

The story has such a emotional impact on ones psyche that you had better be ready for some real life outrage to abusers everywhere for these crimes will not go on without some sort of punishment!   Someone, somewhere is coming for you.  Thank You Teresa Mummert for bringing awareness to these evil deeds and doers out there! 

I’m emotionally spent, my mind is completely bent, and my soul has a dent for Mr. Bently!  I love him, truly, madly deeply!

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Blog / Review Tour ~Therapist~ Jaden Wilkes

Therapist

by Jaden Wilkes

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**Trigger warning. This novel contains situations of perversity and dubious consent. It is not a love story, but more of a journey through a few short days in the life of a madman. What you see is not always what you get, reality is altered through his eyes and sometimes there is no happily ever after.

 

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I am a sociopath. 

I know this because I diagnosed myself.

I have a PhD in Clinical Psychology from a very prestigious university.

I am charming, attractive, and you probably want to sleep with me.

I take what I want, when I want, and I enjoy picking the most tragic of all my patients to experiment with.

I have no remorse, I am unrelenting in my pursuit of tragedy, and I am about to meet my match.

Her name is not important, I am only allowed to call her Mistress. She is a femme fatale, a patient, and now an obsession.

She will destroy me, I will do anything to get inside of her.

I can already feel her inside of me.

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As I approach my office, I am hit with a familiar scent. Cigarette smoke. An earthy, fragrant smell that tickles the edge of my memory. I know this brand from somewhere, but I don’t know where. 

I follow my nose down the short hallway to my private area and open my door. 

Smoke hangs heavy in the air, clouds of it billow away from me as I enter. I cut a path through to find out who fucking dares to pollute my office like this. 

“Shut the door, Alexandre,” a smooth female voice announces as I enter my space. I turn and see a figure seated on the couch, a halo of pure white smoke envelops her head and she exhales a languid breath that lingers as she speaks. “We need to talk.” 

I don’t know why, but I obey. I shut the door, turn back again and look at her. She seems familiar; I think I’ve seen her before. She’s wearing a cherry red cocktail dress, dangerously high black leather heels and elbow length white silk gloves. Her hair is black and falls in waves around her face; her eyes are just as dark. I stare into them and wonder if they ever end. 

“Who are you and how did you get in here?” I demand and walk to the window. “Please put out your cigarette, this is a no smoking office,” I continue and slide the glass open. 

“I don’t want to, I feel more comfortable with a cigarette in my hand,” she purrs and smiles at me. Her lips are dark red and her teeth are perfect, white and straight. She’s an incredibly beautiful woman. “Think of it as part of my…treatment.” 

“Why are you here this early? Who scheduled you? And once again, how did you get in?” I demand again. She laughs and leans back on the couch, her long legs stretch out in front of her, emphasizing their perfect shape. 

She doesn’t answer, but says, “Doctor, I believe I have an urgent issue we need to address. Please,” she gestures towards my desk, “have a seat.” She draws one last breath from her cigarette, exhales as I sit and butts it out on the bottom of her shoe. Red, Louboutins. In a flash I remember where I’ve seen her. Just last weekend at the restaurant. She was there, was she watching me? 

I take my seat. She doesn’t seem like the type I want to argue with, at least not until I get to know her. I decide to go along with her little game and give her the illusion of being in control until I can determine how she needs to be treated. “Well? What is this about?” I ask and set my satchel down on the floor next to my chair. 

She takes the cigarette butt and flicks it onto the floor at her feet. She leans back again and looks me up and down, landing on my face, her own a mask of disapproval. “You have been a very, very wicked boy, Alexandre,” she says, her voice still a purr. She has the slightest accent and draws out the last part of my name with a sexy drawl. It’s not Russian, Eastern European perhaps? Middle Eastern? I can’t tell, and with her ambiguous dark features, I couldn’t put a finger on her ethnicity either. She’s beautiful and a complete conundrum. 

“Why would you say that, Miss…what did you say your name is?” I ask her, leaning across the desk. I forgot to give the surface a swipe yesterday afternoon and it still carries the slightest pungent scent of the sex that happened on it. A gentle nudge, a reminder of the wicked things I have done. 

“I didn’t,” she says and smiles. She almost moves in slow motion as if underwater, elegant and purposeful. “I’ve been watching you, Alexandre, and I’ve seen you get up to all kinds of terrible things.” 

“What kinds of things?” I ask her, deciding to continue engaging in her little delusion until I know more about her. 

“Things to women, vulnerable women,” she says and raises an eyebrow. “Patients, women you pick up in bars, online…you are very busy and very wicked.” 

“How do you know this?” I ask her, feeling rather uncomfortable at this particular line of accusation. I’m very careful with my activities, especially with patients. “Have you been following me?” 

“Not following, but watching. They’re very different thing. I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, you know,” she tells me and watches my reaction. 

“What is your name?” I demand again, feeling that familiar sharp prick of anger rising behind my eyes. 

“My name is unimportant. You may call me Mistress.” 

“Mistress?” I repeat and laugh, “I don’t think it’s appropriate to be calling you that. Now please tell me your name so I have something to call you.” 

She leans forward on the couch, crosses her ankles and stares me down. After a moment or two of uncomfortable silence, I realize I have to capitulate to get anywhere with her. 

I shuffled a few papers on my desk, look back at her and say, “Fine, Mistress it is. Now why are you here…Mistress?” 

She licks her lips and leans back again, extends her beautiful legs and folds her hands on her lap. She is perfection and she knows it. That irritates me somehow and yet I can’t help but hang on her every word. The anticipation of her reply is coursing through my veins. 

“I already told you,” she says in her low, melodic voice, “I am here because you have been wicked. I am here to punish you.” 

I’m not that into BDSM. I like to tie people up and I am the consummate Dominant man if it comes right down to it…but the way she says it, in the mysterious accent, sends a thrill down my spine. I lean farther across the desk, look her in the eyes and say, “How are you planning on punishing me?”

 

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5 Roses – Dark – Gritty – Mind-Thriller – Twisted Unique Writing
Dr. Alexandre Dane is a very twisted albeit absolutely gorgeous alpha male psychologist.  He is a highly sought after in his unconventional treatments for women whom been through some hellish pasts.  There is a method to his madness – treating these women the exact same was they have been treated seems to play into Alexandre’s sick, twisted and manipulative sexual kicks.   Alexandre is a sexual deviant who thrives on his patients most vulnerable and painful humiliating atrocious acts in the past.  He is a true sociopath and I believe he is about to meet his match.
“I like them to go through all the emotions I am incapable of.  My fetish is humanity, and I want to drain my balls into the sticky, hot mess of feelings that I bring up in the bitches stupid enough to open their bodies to me.”  ~Dr. Alexandre Dane
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5 – Hearts – No Hero Here
Sometimes I do feel for this devil in disguise, at times his flashbacks show sharps memories from his childhood that are a bit disturbing at times and make me cringe and sorta want to reach out to him.  His father was a distant, alcoholic womanizer who used Alexandre as a cover.  His mother was also distant emotionally and mentally although somehow I get the impression she was not so distant physically.  I believe she was a creeper who damaged her son’s psyche from the early stages of puberty on up until his adulthood.
“Slapping pinching red fingernails forcing me to sit for hours until it hurts.  I can feel her long fingers wrapping around me, touching me and whispering, ‘Nobody will ever love you like mommy does.’  ~Alexandre
Still Dr. Dane does have someone, his Go-To if you will, someone that is always there for him to talk to, someone that truly listens to him.  Jane seems to be his exact opposite, she is attractive but so very plain, yet she is always there for him when he needs her.  At times Alexandre thinks this would be his ultimate trophy wife to stave off the vicious rumors that are circulating in his office and among his prestigious colleagues.
“Have I been blind this entire time?  Fumbling through the darkness unable to really connect to another human being when it might have been simple human touch I was seeking all this time?” ~Alexandre
“I know how you are and I know how we would be together.  I would always be chasing you.  Living in your shadow and wondering who you’re with when you’re not with me.” ~Jane
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5 – Dastardly Dubious Consensual and Non-Consensual SEX!
And so we meet a woman who will be Dr. Dane’s downfall!  She is the exact replica of him only in a woman form.  She has long legs encased in black stockings, a very short, tight fitting cherry red cocktail dress, elbow length white evening gloves and wearing elegant black strappy heels.  Her cherry red lips are smoking a cigarette and Alexandre is entranced and in lust with her immediately.  She will show him exactly what he has been doing to others tenfold, he will call her MISTRESS.
“I want to taste her mouth, I want to slide my tongue in between those lips and suck the nicotine from her moist insides.  I’m not a smoker, but my body craves her taste.”  ~Alexandre
“Your intention all along was to please yourself.  I am simply showing you what happens to very wicked boys.”  ~Mistress
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I wonder will you all shed a tear for Dr. Dane?  Does a teardrop fall for those women in his therapy experiments?  Do you have a tear left for poor old plain Jane?  I wonder if you will feel as I did when I finished this brilliant psycho traumatic mind binder.  I’m sure my mind has been bent, busted, and completely blown!

Thank you Jaden Wilkes, you wicked, wicked wacky woman!  I loved every drop you wrote!

 

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