Cover Reveal ~ Thief

This story sounds as hot as the cover, I can’t wait until it releases 💙 

Title: Thief

Series: Boston Underworld #5

Author: A. Zavarelli

Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Design: Lara, Coverlüv

Release Date: February 23, 2018

Blurb

I’m a good girl.

I live by a code
that can’t be bent or broken. It is my duty to my family to stay innocent and
pure. To marry an Italian man. The stars are already aligned.

But Nikolai Kozlov
re-writes my destiny with five simple words.

You belong to me
now.

He’s Russian mafiya.
A thief. A skilled liar with no moral boundaries. He is everything I have
been taught to hate. A man who stands for nothing. A man who takes what he
wants without a second thought.

And what he wanted
was me.

He thinks he
controls my fate, but what he doesn’t know is, sometimes it’s the good girls
you have to watch out for. 

I’m a dangerous man.

I live by a code.
The Vory code. It is my duty to my family to protect the brotherhood. To
destroy anyone who threatens what we stand for, including her.

She’s a dancer. A
beautiful little doll. My prisoner, and my new favorite puppet. This mafia
princess thinks she has me under her spell, but in the end, she is simply
collateral.

It’s a shame to
destroy precious things.

But this is what bad
men do.

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Excerpt

The first thing I always notice about a person is their
posture. I was raised to believe that good posture conveys good manners, as
well as respect for those around you. Nikolai carries his posture like a casual
‘f#ck you’ to everyone around him. There is no decorum in his leather jacket,
jeans, or his haphazardly laced motorcycle boots. Everything he wears is black,
but the small glimpse of skin beneath is a riot of colors. Tattoos cover every
inch of his exposed skin, including his throat.

I’m not sure which is more offensive- the ink or the faux
hawk atop his head. This is not the way you attend a ballet, nor is he the type
of man I expect my father to keep company with.

“Tanaka.” He reaches for my hand and kisses it in a way that
few men would ever dare to do in my father’s presence. “You dance beautifully.”

The words are unmistakably accented. Russian. And I’m
struggling to maintain my composure while making sense of this situation. My
father has always been protective of me. His own men know better than to speak
to me or look at me, but for this stranger, somehow, it’s okay. 

My manners, at least, are still intact, so I reply as I should. “You’ve seen me
dance?”


Nikolai flashes a boyish smile in contrast to the deepness
of his blue-green eyes. “I like to invest my time in the arts.”

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Author Bio

A. Zavarelli is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling
author.

She likes all things chocolate, books that come with warnings, and putting her
characters through hell. Her tales have been known to flirt with darkness and
sometimes court it unabashedly altogether. Revenge themes and tortured souls
are her favorites to write and this gives her an excuse to watch bizarre and
twisted documentaries in her spare time.

She currently lives in the Northwest with her lumberjack and an entire brood of
fur babies. 

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Cover Reveal ~ Vlad

Vlad

by K. Webster & Ker Dukey
Publication Date: February 26, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance

The Vasiliev name is a powerful one.
We rule with an iron fist and we do it well.
Being the eldest, I am Father’s best hope at keeping us at the top of the food chain.

Everything I do has purpose.
Everything I do has reason.
Until her.

I play my games thinking several moves ahead.
Power. Power. Power.
Until her.

The next move requires I marry and soon.
This will strengthen us and secure our position.
But I am not to marry her.

I am to wed the eldest Volkov.
Problem is, her younger sister is the one who awakens my dead heart.
It is her I want in my bed and by my side forever.
Her. Her. Her.

In this game, though, it’s not about what I want.
But maybe it can be about what she wants.

I am Vlad.
Vile. Vicious. Villainous. Vasiliev.
And I will win eventually.

About K. Webster

K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

About Ker Dukey

My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of you seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles…prepare for the unexpected.

I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

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Midnight Hunter ~ New Release

Title: Midnight Hunter

Author: Brianna Hale

Genre: Dark Historical Romance

Release Date: February 7, 2018

Blurb

He’s hunting me, and there’s nowhere to run.

East Berlin, 1963.
I thought I understood the consequences of trying to flee to the West. Death.
Imprisonment without trial. Instead I’m being hunted by the most dangerous man
in the city, secret police officer Reinhardt Volker.

Now I’m his prize,
no longer a traitorous factory girl but his elegant and pampered secretary. He
wants to possess me, body, soul – and heart. I’ll do anything to get away from
him, but first that means getting closer.

I want to feel only
hatred for my captor but beneath his uniform I discover a man with a past as
scarred as Berlin’s.

And if I don’t
escape him soon it will be too late.

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‘No. I will
not let you go.’ His mouth is close to my ear and he doesn’t need to speak
above a harsh, sinister whisper. ‘You don’t need reminders of your old life as
you are never going back. Do you understand? This is your life now. You’re
mine.’

Hearing him
lay it out so coldly and brutally takes my breath away. I wish his housekeeper
and secretary could see him now. They haven’t felt him ruthlessly hunt them
down, catch them, possess them. Take sadistic pleasure in trapping them, body
and soul. ‘You can’t make me forget who I am. I’ll always remember, and I’ll
always hate you for what you’ve done.’

‘Oh?’
There’s so much scorn and amusement in that one brief question. His breath is
warm against my ear and I feel him looking down at me, enjoying that he has me
his mercy. He plants a slow, tender kiss on the side of my neck and I feel my
pulse thundering beneath his lips. It’s a kiss that belies the cold cruelty of
his words and the steel of his embrace. It’s the kiss of a lover, soft and sensuous,
and something clenches low in my belly in response.

I expected
cruelty, and armed myself against brutality, but I wasn’t prepared for this. I
wasn’t prepared for him to be gentle and I don’t know how to fight it. He
shifts his arms, one hand moving to caress my throat and I draw in a soft
breath of surprise and need. He feels it, and his lips move up to my jaw,
trailing burning kisses.

No,
please, I don’t want this. 
He can’t strip me of my will to resist him along with everything else. I
will garb myself in hatred for him. I will steep my body in antipathy and rage.
Even so, it takes every ounce of strength I have to speak. ‘I’ll never be
yours.’

But it
comes out as a breathy whisper, not the defiant shout I wanted it to be.

His lips
curve into a smile against my throat. ‘Oh, Liebling. Yes, you will.
I have not even begun to try and you are already giving in.’

Author Bio

There’s nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern
alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she’s not
writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning
her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes
that pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures
are possible. Brianna lives in London. 

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Cover Reveal ~ Defying Him

Lets end this day with a cover reveal of Zoe Blake’s upcoming book Defying Him

Title: Defying Him

Author: Zoe Blake

Genre: Dark Romance

Cover Design: Dark City Designs

Release Date: February 27, 2018

Blurb

Defying his command could be deadly.

Someone or something is terrorizing the military academy at Buzzards Bay.
Investigative journalist Phoebe Wilson is determined to get to the bottom of
it…even if it kills her. The last thing she is going to do is let some
domineering Marine and his forceful attraction stand in her way.

Lieutenant Colonel Michael Lawson will accept no defiance…even from a beautiful,
meddling female. The harder Phoebe fights him, the more determined Michael
becomes to bend her to his will.

He knows Phoebe is hiding something and he will use any means necessary to get
to the truth.

Warning: This book is edgy, dark and dirty. If the possibility of having your
boundaries tested does not appeal to you, then please do not purchase.


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Romance


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forbidden. Addicted to the rush we get from reading something
naughty…something kinky. We love to lose ourselves in the fantasy. The powerful
lord who sweeps the lady away to his remote estate to ravish her. The cowboy
who takes the sassy city girl over his knee to teach her a lesson. The
devilishly charming pirate who seduces his beautiful captive. I write those
dark fantasies.

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Peep Show

I definitely have to read this book this weekend.  Why? Isabella Starling, that why!

Title: Peep Show

Author: Isabella Starling

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Dark Romance

Release Date: January 25, 2018

Blurb

She’s stripping.

I’m watching.

She’s playing.

I’m watching.

She’s mine, I’m coming…

Bebe Hall is a heartbreaker. She’s the it girl of the moment, a partygirl
nobody can stop in her path of self destruction. Bebe Hall isn’t the star of
her own story.

She’s the star of mine.

My name is Miles O’Reilly. I’m a photographer. An agoraphobic. A millionaire. A
womanizer. I’m confined to my apartment. I don’t leave. Ever.

But when she sees me with my latest online conquest in the window of my
apartment, my attention shifts to Bebe.

And once I see something I want, I don’t give up until it’s mine.

Forever.

Peep Show is a 90,000 word novel with themes of voyeurism and dark scenes
that may be upsetting to readers. If you are brave enough, come meet Miles.
He’s been waiting for you.

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Chapter One

I stumbled into my bedroom, giggling to myself and shaking
on too-high heels and too much vodka.

A glance in the huge mirror on my wall reminded me of what I mess I was when I
had too much to drink. My silver sequined dress was riding up, revealing a hint
of my ass under the shiny fabric. My hair was wild, the dark brown locks a halo
around my head, and my brown eyes glowed with excitement. At least my makeup
was still in place, the perfect smoky cat-eye enhancing my looks, making me
appear demure yet sexy. I’d perfected the art of it, making sure I always had
someone eager to buy me a drink.

I sank down on my bed and pulled off the murderous black heels that had been
torturing me all night. But it was okay – I’d learned to handle the pain, and
when I was dancing, it never mattered anyway.

I lay back and I stared at my ceiling, letting myself think about what my life
had become, but only for a short minute.

The key was never to focus on it for too long. I had to forget, and drinking,
dancing and partying, was the only way I could do it. If I stopped twirling,
stopped tipping back glass after glass, I risked stopping long enough to think
about what I was doing. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.

I needed to forget about Posy. She was long gone, and there was no bringing her
back.

I pushed myself off the bed shakily, and walked over to my window to let some
fresh air in. There was nothing quite like a nice fall breeze to clear my head,
and God, I needed some fucking clarity.

I opened the blinds and looked outside, the street below me illuminated with
streetlights. It was gone four a.m., and most of the lights in the apartment
building next door were off. I lived in a nice neighborhood of townhouses,
about three apartments per floor and three floors total. It was a nice place to
live, and, of course, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it if it hadn’t been
for my parents’ stack of cash in my bank account.

Being a trust-fund baby definitely had its benefits.

My eyes traveled upwards and focused on the only illuminated apartment across
the street from me. I could see right into their home, but the minimalistic
apartment seemed to be empty, even though it was lit up.

I wobbled on my feet and opened the window wide, enjoying the breeze on my
face, slowly bringing me to my senses once again.

A thumping noise interrupted my reverie, and I looked up again, right into the
apartment opposite mine. Except now, it wasn’t empty anymore.

Now, there was a dark, impossibly tall figure pressing a naked woman against
the window, fucking her savagely, mashing her tits against the window, her
mouth opened in an endless gasp as he took her from behind.

My mouth gaped in surprise, and I moved a little to the side, hiding in the
darkness and watching the show they were putting on with a smirk on my face.

The woman had small but perky tits. Her skin was dark, almost ebony, a sharp
contrast to the pale man standing behind her, towering over her. She was tiny
and curvy, and he was fucking enormous.

He was all toned muscle and dark, slicked back hair. His strong, muscular arm
was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, strangling the screams right out of
her. And his skin was covered in dark, menacing ink, the black color stark
against his light skin.

I wanted more.

I wanted to keep watching.

I shifted on my feet to get a better view of what was going on before me.

He fucked her like an animal. I could see his hips working, pushing, thrusting
inside her from behind, claiming her petite body and making her mouth open in a
silent scream. He fucked like a beast, and he looked like a monster. I fell in
love with him right then and there.

My fingers shook as I reached for my purse, scrambling to find it on the bed
and trying not to look away from the scene in front of me at the same time. I
wanted to watch. I wanted to see his face when he filled her up. I wanted to
see if he’d pull her hair back like I imagined he would.

I managed to get my phone out of my handbag, bringing it in front of my face
and quickly snapping a picture of them. It was blurry as fuck, but it would
have to do. Suddenly, I felt awake and sober, staring into the cold night
outside and wishing I could swap places with the wild-haired beauty. I wanted
him inside me.

A burst of inexplicable jealousy bubbled lazily in the pit of my stomach, but I
did my best to ignore it. Instead, I kept snapping pictures of them. Of him.

Wishing I could see him better, I moved from behind the curtain a little bit
closer to the window. My breath made foggy circles on the glass and my hands
shook as I dropped my phone and reached under the hem of my dress.

The silver sequins felt cold and exciting on my fingertips, and I touched them
gently before spreading my own trembling legs apart, slowly outlining the wet,
dripping shape of my pussy lips between my thighs.

I was so wet.

In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street
making my pussy drool so much I flushed in embarrassment.

But I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t resist slipping my fingers under the
sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I
shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching
them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.

My fingers worked their magic between my legs, slowly teasing my cunt open and
finding my clit. I’d let someone kiss me at the club that night, but I didn’t
bring anyone back with me, which was strange for me. I liked having someone to
go home with. It made me feel wanted.

I remembered his hot, needy lips. He was a nice guy, not one I’d usually go
for, which was probably the reason I hadn’t brought him back home with me. He
had a buzzcut, and his face was clean-shaven too, and I loved the prickly
feeling of his features under my fingertips, and the push of his bulge against
my tummy. But I didn’t let myself have it. I really didn’t do nice guys,
because I wasn’t a very nice girl.

Lips parting in a gasp, I braced myself against the windowsill as my fingers
stroked me towards an orgasm. His hand was squeezing her throat so tightly she
looked like she was out of breath, her chest heaving and her mouth open so
wide.

She was crying.

He was fucking her so hard, so savagely, with so little mercy, that the poor
girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick.

Fuck!

I gasped, my fingers working in fast, messy circles to get myself off. I came
with a desperate cry, my pussy making a mess all over my fingers. I’d always
been such an easy comer, ever since I learned how to get off by myself.

My eyes felt strained as I looked back up, and then opened as wide as they
possibly could as I stared at them. He was still choking the girl, her eyes
closed and her breathing ragged, but his own gaze was firmly fixed on me.

I panicked. Surely he couldn’t see me – my room was barely illuminated. But I
saw them both so fucking well.

He grinned at me. Two rows of perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth
glaring in the darkness of the night. He ran his free hand through his dark,
slicked back hair, and carelessly scratched at the stubble growing on his chin.
Then, he reached in front and pinched the girl’s nipple so hard she threw her
head back in a scream I couldn’t hear.

He kept staring, and I couldn’t look away and my heart leapt when he knocked on
the window. Two sharp raps, whispering something in his girl’s ear, making her
eyes fly open in panic, glance across the street, and she saw me.

I stared at her. I stared at them both, unable to move, my pussy juices
dribbling down my thighs.

He raised a hand and waved at me, an easy smirk playing on his lips. The devil
waved and nudged the girl he was fucking, motioning for her to do the same
thing. When she shook her head, his hand wrapped tighter around her throat.

And she looked at me sheepishly, and waved, just like he had.

I’d never wanted to be someone else until that moment, when I wished with
absolute desperation that I was the beautiful petite girl next door getting her
pussy slammed by a stranger.

He thrust inside her one last time and my own fingers repeated his motion. His
eyes remained locked on me as he came, the girl crumpling in his arms, only him
holding her up as he spurted inside her. My fingers fell away from my body, my
poor cunt spasming by itself, leaking down my thighs, ruining the sequins of my
dress and covering them in my own pussy juice.

My legs shook and my cunt spasmed as I came again.

I watched him let go of the girl, gently laying her down on the floor. I could
only see her naked back against the glass, her shoulders hunched as she cried
her release out, her whole body shaking with pent-up orgasms.

And then he stepped up to the window, in all his glory. He must’ve been over 6
feet 5. He was fucking enormous, so tall she looked like a child at his feet.

And he was completely naked, save for the condom on his dick.

His fucking cock matched his height, making my mouth water at the sight of it.
He was ripped, muscles everywhere, looking not just like he worked out
regularly but like he made it his mission to keep his body in perfect shape.

His cock was still hard as he took the condom off, discarded it on the floor
and stroked slowly.

He grinned at me, and stroked his cock lazily with one hand as he wrote on the
steamed-up window with the other.

My eyes danced across the words and I stepped forward, letting the light of the
streetlights outside illuminate me. I knew he saw me now, because he jerked his
dick faster, and it made me fucking ecstatic. He liked what he saw. And how
couldn’t he? I was always sure to be groomed to 5 feet and 10 inches of
polished, manicured and slutty perfection.

I followed his fingers writing in the window and lifted my dress up, showing
him my ruined panties.

His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at me, licking his fingers and palming his
shaft with fast, needy motions.

I stared at his words in the window, written clumsily, some of them fucked up
because he’d tried to write their mirror reflection so I could read it.

My pussy tingled at his crudeness.

My heart thumped in anticipation.

And my mind reeled with the possibilities.

I DARE YOU TO GO NEXT.

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Dark, dirty and
taboo is what Isabella Starling is known for. 

An Amazon top 25
bestselling Author, Isabella has 10 books under her belt in under a year. She
is a self-proclaimed Tumblr gif addict and always looking for her next
forbidden story. 

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Starling book, you can count on a bad-mouthed, bossy man who will dominate his
woman with a rough hand. 

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of taboo, a touch of BDSM and a pinch of suspense, and you’re all set for a
story you won’t forget.

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Chased ~ Cover Reveal 

Title: Chased

Author: Clarissa Wild

Genre: Dark Romance

Cover Design: Booming Covers

Release Date: February 12, 2018

Blurb


I’m filthy rich … and ruthless.

I live for the hunt. The chase.

My desires aren’t exactly normal.


But neither is she … The girl I bought.

She’s innocent and blind.

Perfect for all my wicked needs.

Perfect to prove just how far I’m willing to go.

But there’s just one problem …

I’m falling for her. Deep. Hard. Fast.

Even though I’m the bad guy. The man who keeps her locked away.

I’ll do anything to make her stay.

One thing’s for sure … She will be mine.

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Her
whispers are like a drug to me.

I can’t
stop listening, can’t stop fucking zoning out completely as she grabs my leg
with those sweet little hands.

Her lips
are so close to mine I can almost taste them.

And I want
to.

So fucking
bad …

I’m
consumed with the thought of taking her, and for a second I’m almost tempted to
do just that.

Grab her by
her waist, tear off her clothes, rip down my zipper, and ram my cock into her
dripping wet pussy.

But I know
it’s all lies.

All lies my
mind spins to make me feel wanted.

To make me
feel good.

Because I’m
not.

I’m far
from it, and she knows it.

When her
fingers graze my dick, I grasp her wrist and stop her.

She’s not
doing this because she wants me just as much.

She’s doing
this because she wants out.

I’m being
used. And I don’t like being used.

“Don’t,” I
hiss, pushing her away.

She cocks
her head and her tongue dips out again to lip those sweet little lips that I
just want to conquer. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

I narrow my
eyes, unable to pull away even though I should.

Fuck.

It’s so
goddamn wrong.

She’s my
prisoner. I shouldn’t want her, and yet I do, and now she knows.

When I
bought her, I never thought I’d succumb to my desires so easily.

Maybe she’s
found my weak spot.

Or maybe
I’m really looking for salvation … and she’s the only one who can give it to
me.

No. I can’t
allow it.

“No,” I
reply, lying through my teeth.

But I have
to make a stand.

Have to
stop this from happening before it’s too late.

“I don’t
believe you,” she says, inching closer again.

I
immediately get off the couch, not giving a shit that my dick is rock hard
because of her.

I won’t let
her find out.

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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today
Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels
include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology,
Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Unprofessional Bad Boys Series, RUIN,
Indecent Games Series, Father, and Caged. She is also a writer of various
erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men
and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning
about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of
movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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The Decadence After Dark Series #1-3 – New Audio Release

 

Title: The Decadence After Dark Series #1-3
Author: M. Never
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Narrators: Sam Crowley & Muffy Newtown
Audio Release Date: January 30, 2018

 

Blurb
The highly
anticipated and long-awaited dark erotic romance series is finally available in
audio!



Get Owned,
Claimed, and Ruined with The Decadence After Dark Series. (Lie With Me and
Elicit will be released at a later date!)



One
hundred and eighty thousand words of pulse-pounding heat, raw passion and
insatiable love!

 

“I like you collared, baby. I like you naked, I like you mine.”

 
Ellie
Stevens has lusted over Kayne Roberts since he first walked into the
import/export company she works for a little over a year ago. As Expo’s most
important client, Ellie has always kept a safe distance from the man with the
majestic blue eyes – until temptation finally gets the better of her.
Impulsively, Ellie invites Kayne to one of Expo’s infamous company parties her
flamboyant boss is notorious for throwing. Unbeknownst to Ellie, the god in the
Armani suit isn’t just the suave entrepreneur he portrays himself to be.
Underneath the professional exterior is a man with a secret life, dark desires,
and nefarious contacts.
 
In a hidden
corner of a trendy New York City lounge, the spark kindling between the two of
them ignites. Unable to resist the sinful attraction, Ellie agrees to leave
with Kayne, believing she is finally bedding the man of her dreams. Little does
she know when she walks out the door, she’s about to be Owned.
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With one look he consumed me.


With one touch he marked me.
With one kiss he owned me.
With one whisper he claimed me.
 
“No matter where you go or who you’re with, you’ll always be mine.”
 
Ellie Stevens thought she had moved on from the domineering man who abducted her. Now living in Hawaii and following her dreams, no one is going to keep her down. But things aren’t always as they seem.
 
Kayne Rivers reluctantly let Ellie go, but just because she’s gone now, doesn’t mean she’ll be gone forever. She is his, and he won’t stop until he’s reclaimed her as his own.
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Kayne Roberts.


 
Kayne Rivers.
 
Kayne Stevens.
 
No matter his name, one fact remains the same. He’s the man who enslaved me, ensnared me, claimed me and ruined me…For all other men that is.
 
My life.
 
My love.
 
My happiness.
 
All belong to him.
 
I belong to no one but him.
 
He owns me.
 
And I own him.

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**Owned, Claimed, and Ruined are dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. These books have intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised**
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With one look he consumed me.


With one touch he marked me.
With one kiss he owned me.
With one whisper he claimed me.
 
“No matter where you go or who you’re with, you’ll always be mine.”
 
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Praise for the Series
“If
you are a fan of Pepper Winters, Kitty Thomas or CJ Roberts, M. Never is not to
be missed.”
 ~
Alpha Book Club
“I
read Owned, I devoured Claimed and I nearly fried my Kindle reading Ruined. I
could not put the book down, turning the pages so furiously to see what would
happen next in the lives of Ellie and Kayne. Let me just say that M. Never
knows how to write a descriptive love scene. There are so many HOT scenes to
mention, but my favorite involves a foursome ;)”
 ~ Amazon
“If
you are a fan of dirty kink, delicious, dark and dominant heroes and a woman
with enough confidence to know what she wants, then you can’t go wrong with an
M Never book.”
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Author Bio
M. Never resides in New York City. When she’s not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.


 
She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.
 
She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn’t trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!