- 1 signed printed copy of The Devil's Kiss
Trilogy + $10 Amazon/B&N Gift card
- 1 signed printed copy of The Devil's Kiss Trilogy
- 1 Ebook copy of Ultimatum
- 1 signed printed copy of The Devil's Kiss Trilogy
- 1 Ebook copy of Ultimatum
Ultimatum
(The Devil’s
Kiss #1)
Kayla Sutton faces a
question no mother wants to face: what would you do to save your daughter?
Broke and desperate, she siphons thousands from the company she works for in
order to pay for her daughter’s experimental life-saving treatment. But when
Gage Channing discovers her theft, she is shocked to learn that her domineering
boss has no intention of turning her over to the police. Instead he issues an
ultimatum—submit to him, or go to jail.
Backed into a corner,
Kayla signs his contract and spends her first weekend at his home, at his
mercy, and is stunned when he awakens the desire she’d believed long dead.
Approximately
12,000 words.
Excerpt for Ultimatum:
The room was rectangular, dark
and windowless, with deep crimson walls that matched the comforter on the
king-sized bed; Gage had already laid several items on the end. A rack of
cuffs, chains, whips, paddles, and God only knew what else hung on the far
wall. An odd-looking bench sat in front of the display. Not certain what the X
on the wall, the hooks in the floor and ceiling, or the plethora of items on
the shelves were used for, I tore my gaze from the terrifying sight. A group of
comfy chairs and a couch were arranged on a throw rug at the opposite end.
Across from the bed a swanky bathroom, outfitted with a whirlpool tub and
separate shower, could be seen through an archway.
Gage fisted my hair and yanked me
against him. “These are my rules. Remember them.” He trailed a hand down my
throat, and his fingers settled on the buttons of my blouse. “Number one, don’t
fight me. If you do you’ll be punished.” He slowly unfastened each one, taking
the time to brush his fingers against my skin. “Two, unless I’ve given you
permission to speak freely, always call me Master when we’re alone.” He slid
his hand inside and palmed my breast. “And three, obey without hesitation. Do
you understand these rules?”
“I-I understand.” I forced the
words past my quivering lips.
He let out a low chuckle. “I
don’t think you do. I think it’s time for your first punishment.” He gripped my
hair even tighter. “Before we go any further, you need to choose a safe word.”
“And if I say this word . . .
you’ll stop?”
“Yes. And then I’ll turn you over
to the authorities. Neither of us wants that.”
“Then what’s the point in
choosing a safe word? You know I won’t use it.”
“Because what happens here will
be on my terms, but ultimately your choice. I won’t move forward without it, so
choose wisely, something you won’t forget or accidentally say.” He withdrew his
hand from my breast and put a few inches between us. “It’s the only word that
will save you from your punishment. Screaming, crying, begging me to stop . . .
none of those tactics will work.”
“You sick bastard.”
“You might consider showing me
some respect—I’m the only person standing between you and a jail cell.”
Enslaved
(The Devil’s
Kiss #2)
Freedom is but an
illusion . . .
Kayla Sutton finds out
the hard way that Gage Channing’s dominance doesn’t end once she leaves the
confines of his basement. His rules dictate her days and nights, his watchful
eye keeps her in line at work, and the memories of her weekend with him, spent under
his absolute control and his firm hand, keeps her on her toes. Having been
blackmailed into submitting to him, Kayla doesn’t fully understand what it
means to relinquish control of her body and free will, and she doesn’t
understand how a man who derives pleasure in whipping and humiliating her is
capable of awakening the desire she hadn’t known existed.
As her daughter’s life
hangs in the balance, Kayla must dig deep to find the strength to fully submit,
to travel down the path of pain and pleasure. But when her past catches up to
her, prompting a free fall into forbidden territory with a man she once
fiercely loved, she knows her only recourse is to come clean about her
transgression to her Master and beg his forgiveness . . . only she never
imagined he’d have such a horrifying punishment awaiting her, or that his
jealousy would send her life into a further tailspin.
Approximately
19,000 words.
Excerpt for Enslaved:
Gage wasted no time in reclaiming
the hot, damp place between my legs. He stroked me relentlessly, and not even
the decadent cake had the power to distract me. By the time he pulled me into
his arms on the dance floor, I’d downed four more glasses of champagne and was
more than a little tipsy. Bodies flush, our champagne breaths mingling, I
melted against him and let him pull me into the sway. Something shifted within
me during that dance. For the first time, I returned his touch. Sliding my
hands into his hair, I curled my fingers into the dark strands as he swept me
across the room. I didn’t care if everyone was watching, if what I was doing
and feeling was wrong.
And it was so wrong. Nothing
about this situation should feel romanticized, but I was lost and never wanted
to be found.
He tightened his arms around me,
pulling me close enough that his hard-on strained against my stomach. “Wanna
get out of here?”
Our faces were inches apart, and
for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me in front of everyone.
“Yeah.”
We left in a flurry of goodbyes,
and the only thing more dizzying than my champagne-induced state was the
commotion of grabbing our coats. The drive back to Gage’s place was but a fuzzy
memory. We stumbled through the front door, his mouth hot and wet on my throat
as my thighs locked around his waist. My hands gripped his hair as he carried
me through the house. Maybe later I’d question why he took me to his bedroom
instead of the basement, or why he seemed so un-Gage like as he ripped the
bodice of my dress in an impatient fit of desire. The material tore to my
waist, exposing my clamped breasts. He yanked on the chain, propelling me
toward him and the bed, and his mouth closed over an aching nipple. We shed our
clothing and tumbled onto the mattress, where he wrapped my fingers around the
bars of the headboard.
“Don’t let go.” His breath fanned
across my face an instant before he blinded me with a silk tie.
Retribution
(The Devil’s
Kiss #3)
Kayla Sutton thinks
it’s over. She now holds the leverage she believes will end her contract with
her blackmailer, but Gage Channing isn’t going down without a fight. He’s
turned the tables on her, cleverly making her submit under the guise of giving
her a choice, and Kayla soon discovers that retribution isn’t so black and
white when everyone around her has secrets.
She faced sexual
servitude in Ultimatum. In Enslaved she was seduced into craving it. Now she
must find the strength to either accept the part of her that craves him still,
or walk away for good . . .
Approximately
21,000 words.
Excerpt for Retribution:
“Straddle me,” he demanded,
pulling me onto his lap and denying me the chance to object. He slid his hands
under my dress and grabbed my ass, bringing me against his erection. My
reaction was instantaneous. A flood of warmth crashed at my center, and I struggled
to catch my breath through lips that parted of their own volition. His hands
kneaded my bottom. “You feel that?” Awareness zinged between us as he watched
me. “We connect here, Kayla.”
“It’s just sex.” My voice sounded
weak, and I despised myself for it, especially since my body rocked against
his.
“No, you’re not the type of woman
who engages in ‘just sex’ arrangements.” He brought his hands up and spanned my
ribcage. “The fact that you’re sitting here hot for my cock after everything
I’ve done”—he circled my nipples with his thumbs—“turning to liquid at my
touch, gives you away. You can have ‘just sex’ with anyone. There’s more here
between us.”
I couldn’t look at him anymore. I
closed my eyes, but I still felt his hands on me, still felt him hard and hot
underneath me.
“I could fuck you right now, and
you’d still beg for more.” He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in.
“You’re just as addicted to me as I am you.” Pressing his mouth to mine, his
tongue swept inside, and I wondered what he was waiting for.
“Do it, Gage.” I moaned against
his lips. Later I’d beat myself up for this. Later I’d walk away.
“No. Just because you’re not my
slave anymore, that doesn’t mean you call the shots.” He palmed my ass and
squeezed hard. “And I’m still Master to you in the bedroom.”
Gemma James
Gemma James writes
dark erotica fiction, drinks too much caffeine, and stays up too late. She’s
morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, whether it be serial killers or
BDSM. Erotica is a new venture for her, and she’s looking forward to exploring the
deviant side of human nature, the contrast of pleasure and pain.
