Three hours… Four hard limits… One night no one would forget
In eleven days, the next addition to Livia Grant and Jennifer Bene‘s fabulous new Black Light series is set to release. Eight fabulous authors–Renee Rose, Livia Grant, Jennifer Bene, Addison Cain, Lee Savino, Sophie Kisker, Measha Stone, and Maren Smith–bring you one unforgettable night of kinky, sexy fun set to be released on February 10th!
Get ready to explore some of your naughtiest desires while you celebrate Valentine’s Day with eight kinky stories from eight USA Today and international bestselling authors! Black Light is the most exclusive BDSM club in Washington, D.C. and for one night they’re changing the rules of play to entertain their members with a game of chance – Valentine Roulette. Challenge and adventure awaits as these sexy dominants spin to win their submissives, and the subs spin to choose how they will play. Their prize if they last the night? One free month at Black Light, and for some of our daring participants… even a chance at love.
Three hours. Four hard limits. Eight sexy stories.
Are you brave enough to spin the wheel?
For one week and one week only, this box set will be offered for the sale price of $2.99. So mark your calendars, starting on the 10th…
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My contribution to this fabulous box set is Unbroken.
Would you like a sneak peek at the story? Of course you do! Why else would you be reading this?
Blurb for Unbroken:
Abby didn’t know what she’d done to get on club dominant Newton’s bad side, but these days she went out of her way to earn his dark glowering stares. Newton had no idea what he’d done to deserve her sarcasm, but for two long years mischievous sub Abby had gone out of her way to make his life at the clubs a living hell.
Imagine her surprise when Newton also showed up with playbag in hand for Black Light’s first annual event. Imagine his dismay when he spun Abby’s name, attaching himself to her for the duration of the night.
If he thought for one second he could break her… If she thought for one second he was going to put up with it…
Valentine Roulette… Let the games begin.
Excerpt from Unbroken:
She could do this.
Bending, Abby let her hands rest on his knee, instantly trying to tell herself that the sensation she felt rolling over her was the crawl of disgust and not the sinuous tingle of awareness waking up her nerves because she liked the solid feel of his muscles or the scent of his aftershave. She laid herself across his lap and her nipples tightened, loving the soft scrape as her heavy breasts moved underneath the gossamer flow of her negligée. One could hardly blame them for not recognizing disgust when she felt it. Nipples could be easily confused like that.
“Nice.” The heat of Newton’s hand settled warm against the back of her thigh. His other swept the back of her skimpy outfit up, baring the round curves of her bottom.
There went that rolling wave of disgust again, prickling up her legs to center beneath his palm and sweeping out across her back, wrapping her middle, crawling her ribs, confusing her breasts to make the beaded tips tighten even more.
“Let’s see if we can’t put you into a more compliant mood.”
Abby stiffened like a plank when his hand moved from the back of her thigh to rest, as if it belonged there, on her ass. That prickled now too. The whole surface of her left bottom cheek, all the soft flesh beneath his open hand, prickled and tingled and ached to be touched.
“Are you nervous?” Newton asked, tracing an almost comforting circle upon the tense summit of her ass.
“No.” Hands braced upon the floor, Abby stared at a spot of carpet between them.
“You’re trembling,” he pointed out.
“No, I’m not.”
“Liars get spanked.”
She rolled her eyes. “Since it’s going to happen no matter what I say, it doesn’t really pay to tell the truth, does it?”
He swatted her and Abby’s whole body startled in response. The clap had been loud, seemingly louder than any other sound in that crowded room that also included one couple arguing with Terry and another DM and thirteen other scenes taking place. It must have been her vantage. Maybe having one’s head closer to the floor somehow helped sound find her ears, or the carpet amplified the crispness. Either might have explained the heightened sound, but it didn’t explain how much more crisp the blow itself felt. It made her catch her breath and in the involuntary convulsion that followed, somehow her hands left the floor. She grabbed both the chair and his leg instead.
“Lovely,” Newton said. “I’ve seen you scene off and on for two years and I never knew you colored this nicely. How about you? Are you feeling more subservient yet?”
She glared at the carpet. “Fuck you.”
He swatted her hard enough to make her jump all over again.
Ow, she mouthed, stubbornly refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing that aloud.
“How about ticklish?” he inquired. “Are you feeling ticklish yet?”
Craning her neck, Abby glared at him now too.
“I’d say that’s a big no.” His lips twitched, as if he were fighting back a laugh. “Well, I suppose I ought to put at least a little effort into this, hadn’t I? After all, the clock’s a-ticking.”
The heat of his resting hand abandoned her, and Abby tensed so hard that her toes curled. Her hands fisted, gripping both his ankle and the chair leg tight, and she grit her teeth to keep back the cries she just knew he was going to delight in beating out of her. He might have deserved it, but she hadn’t been very nice to him over the years and now was his chance to get even. She knew this. In every cringing inch of her, she knew it. Except that it wasn’t his spanking hand that she felt next.
The pinwheel spines that crowned the Wartenberg wheel rolled its needle-tipped caress up the back of her thigh. Jolts of sheer sensory panic zipped up her spine and down into nerve endings that took each sharp poke and delightfully misinterpreted them. The prick of each metal tooth sparked an instant writhing reflex. Abby opened her mouth to shout, but what came belting out was three hard barks of involuntary laughter that she’d have just as soon cut her own throat before emitting again.
“I’m not the only member of Black Light who used to attend other dungeons. In particular, I’m not the only one who remembers last year’s Beat in the New Year party at Overtime.”
Abby’s stomach lurched in tight and hard. For a moment she wasn’t sure she could breathe as she felt his hand—bare fingers now trailing up the back of her leg, following the same path the Wartenberg had forged all along the undercurve of her left bottom cheek—before he cupped the no-longer ticklish flesh and squeezed, molding her ass in the palm of his warm hand.
“Eight Doms,” Newton reminded her, while the nerves in Abby’s stomach flipped and twisted until the giddiness almost overwhelmed her. “All of them taking turns with you, one after the other, after the other, with canes and straps and floggers, leaving no part of your body untouched. And none of them elicited the same reaction you gave when ol’ Marcus put on his finger claws and began to rake you with them. I’ve seen a lot of women scream and moan and squirm under the scrape of those claws. You’re the only one I’ve ever seen who laughed… and writhed…” He curled his fingernails under, hooking tender flesh that seized when he scraped and sent those awful races of ticklish glee zipping through her nerves…
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Black Light: Valentine’s Roulette – One night, eight hot couples… Welcome to Black Light!
If you haven’t tried any of the Black Light series, this is the first in the series: Livia Grant’s Rocked!
Available on Amazon here!