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Abused. Tormented. Forgotten.

Meet Dallas a young and aspiring dancer with a secret. She is shy and fragile, keeping her cards close to her chest. Willing herself to never let anyone in. 

The observer.

What happens when a mystery guy swoops into town and takes an interest in quiet Dallas? But when the secrets of our broody boy get revealed, the past dug up, and the truth uncovered, will she be able to look at him the same way?

Will she give him the key to her heart or keep her feeling locked away from everyone for good?

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Talk of...
¬Eating disorders
¬Abuse
¬Drug & alcohol abuse
¬Suicide
¬Depression
¬Anxiety

Mature language is used.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Don't read this book if you are sensitive to any of the topics mentioned above. Your mental health is more important.

Abused. Tormented. Forgotten.

Meet Dallas a young and aspiring dancer with a secret. She is shy and fragile, keeping her cards close to her chest. Willing herself to never let anyone in. 

The observer.

What happens when a mystery guy swoops into town and takes an interest in quiet Dallas? But when the secrets of our broody boy get revealed, the past dug up, and the truth uncovered, will she be able to look at him the same way again?

The observed.

Will she give him the key to her heart or keep her feeling locked away from everyone for good?

She is fragile, yes. Not like glass, but a bomb.

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Talk of...
¬Eating disorders
¬Abuse
¬Drug & alcohol abuse
¬Suicide
¬Depression
¬Anxiety

Mature language is used.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Don't read this book if you are sensitive to any of the topics mentioned above. Your mental health is more important.

Undertale, adalah sebuah game bergenre VRMMORPG yang sangat di gemari para gamers. Seorang pemain peringkat tinggi menerima kontrak dari developer game tersebut untuk membuat demonstrasi dari fungsi baru yang akan di luncurkan oleh developer game.

Sebagai pemimpin Guild Top Circle, Andika memiliki kewajiban untuk memimpin anggotanya untuk melaksanakan kontrak yang telah dia setujui dengan developer game.

Pada awalnya, semuanya berjalan dengan sempurna tanpa hambatan yang signifikan. Namun sebuah insiden yang tidak terduga terjadi ketika Andika akan menerima hadiah dari misi tersebut. Andika secara tiba-tiba dipindahkan ke dunia lain seorang diri, tanpa teman-temannya yang mengikutinya.

VOLUME FIVE: Solid Muscle
Hunter Sullivan was flat on his stomach, staring through the binoculars, his dark eyes fixed on the farmhouse in the distance. He saw Michael Ferguson go to the car again, carrying what looked like a suitcase this time. He looked around and even from this far away, Sully could see that he was on edge, ready to snap. 
Ferguson went back into the farmhouse and Sully waited, not lowering the binoculars for even one second. When Ferguson re-emerged dragging the bound, gagged man, Sully almost groaned aloud. This was the nightmare scenario that he and his boss Dallas Foreman had discussed  and now it was playing out right in front of his goddamn eyes.
Fuck. Nobody's going to like how this ends.
Ferguson shoved the man into the front seat on the passenger side and said something. The man nodded, looking terrified. Ferguson checked his gun, went back in the house, came out alone with keys in his hand. Yep, Mark was right: Ferguson was definitely on the move. 
And with a hostage. Goddammit.
"So what do you think, man?"
Sully lowered the binoculars and glanced over at Mark. "Yeah. We've got to make a decision. Soon."
Mark Hayden nodded, his mint-green eyes cool. He looked over his shoulder at the three local cops standing way back, hidden by some bushes on the side of the dirt road.
"These boys aren't up for this."
"No, I know." Sully ran his hands through his dark hair. "Call Dallas. We need to get a green light on this clusterfuck."
Mark nodded again, his thumb already on the speed-dial to Dallas. From his position flat on the ground, he stared around, barely taking in the breathtaking scenery. They were about a kilometer outside of Meadow, Utah and God knows, the tiny town of just over three hundred souls was aptly named: there was nothing but open, green space as far as he could see. Charming, quiet, idyllic. And right now, it was the scene of a hostage situation with a brutal, violent, and heavily-armed man at its center.
"Talk to me." Dallas' voice was harsh, not wasting any time on bullshit small-talk. "You got eyes on Ferguson?"
"Yeah. He's got the male hostage in the car, and they're about to pull out."
"The woman?"
"No sign. She must still be inside the farmhouse." Mark hoped hard that she was alive.
"How many guns have you seen?"
"Two. But he'll have more."
"Yeah, that's for damn sure." Dallas sighed. "How are the local cops?"
Mark glanced over at them again. The oldest one was pushing retirement age, the youngest barely looked twenty. Sully had already quizzed them about their experience in hostage situations, and had been met by blank stares and lots of shuffling of feet in the dirt. 
None of them had any military training or background, and they had admitted to rarely even discharging their weapons in the line of duty. Meadow was a peaceful little farming community and their jobs reflected this: it was painfully clear that these men were adept at breaking up the occasional bar fight and tactfully handling domestic problems  but they were way out of their depth when confronted by a monster like Michael Ferguson. 
Mark turned his back on the men now, kept his voice down. "They're inexperienced."
Dallas paused. "You and Sully will need to take point."
"I know."
"They going to object to that?"
"I don't think so. They know Mr. and Mrs. Halloway well, and all they seem concerned about is getting them out of this alive."
"What about the Utah State Troopers? I thought they'd be on the scene."
"Yeah, well." Mark shrugged. "There was a pissing contest about jurisdiction and now it is what it is  the local guys have their egos intact, and were high-fiving about that until about an hour ago, when reality hit."
"That they're not fucking up for this."
"You got it, boss."
"Yeah, OK. But they'll let you take it away from them?"
"I think they now see that they don't have much of a choice."
"So who's going to take the shot? You or Sully?"
"Oh, Sully no fucking debate." Mark looked up, saw Sully's black eyes fixed on his face. "He's done this way more than I have."
"Good. Put him on."
Mark extended the phone to Sully. "You're up."
Sully took the phone. "Hey, Dallas."
"You OK with this, Sullivan?"
"I'm good."
Back in Denver at the Solid Security office, Dallas nodded. Normally, he'd be the one to handle this kind of long-distance kill, but Hunter Sullivan was one hell of a second-best choice. He may not have Dallas' extensive sniper background, but he was an expert at surgical speed shooting and accurate within two inches, and that made him damn qualified. Dallas had no reservations about the man's skill.
"OK." Dallas sat back in his chair and sighed. "You're good to go, then. Tell the cops that Mark will get Ferguson out of the car and try to reason with him, and you'll be hidden. We may still take him alive, though I highly doubt it. So if things even hint at maybe, possibly, going south, you take the shot. Quick and clean and no complications."
Sully nodded. "No complications. Just like I like it."

**

Mark watched as Michael Ferguson drove towards him. Luckily, there was only one road away from the Halloway farm, so guessing this asshole's choice of direction hadn't been a big challenge. No, the challenge was yet to come. Mark's large body tensed up as he prepared to make contact with a man that, until now, he'd only encountered on paper; God knows, that man had been bad enough. 
Ferguson was the Sheriff of Foxburg Falls, Oregon, a former Marine, a high school football hero. He was also a sick, twisted fuck who raped and beat up women in his hometown, and then used his badge to intimidate them into silence. 
He'd come up on the Solid Security team's radar through Katherine Lawrence  who had now reclaimed her real name of Beth Harper in light of Ferguson's arrest. Beth was Jim Alden's girlfriend, and Jim was one of Dallas' closest friends and a fellow survivor of three tours in Afghanistan. The two men and their friends had stepped up to protect Beth from Ferguson when she'd finally told them the truth about her life. 
The truth was that Beth had been on the run from Foxburg Falls and from Michael Ferguson for more than four years. He'd raped, beaten and terrorized her for a year before she'd fallen pregnant with his baby  a baby that she'd then lost after an especially brutal beating at Ferguson's hands. When he'd found out about the miscarriage, he'd sworn to kill Beth for 'killing his baby' and she ran. She ran, she assumed new names, she worked as a hair stylist for cash, she changed her hair color every two weeks, and she moved every few months. She'd maintained that exhausting, terrified, lonely existence until she got to Denver, where she'd found a life that she'd wanted to fight to keep.
Dallas had sent Sully and Cordelia Patton  the Solid Security receptionist with uncanny people-reading skills  to Foxburg Falls undercover to observe Ferguson. Their assignment had been to simply watch the man, and to try to get some dirt on him. Dallas' original plan was to maybe find something to bribe Ferguson with, a bargaining chip to throw down and demand Beth's safety in return. 
What Sully and Cordelia had turned up was even better: they'd uncovered Ferguson's drug trafficking ring, and they'd convinced two of his accomplices to turn on him. The evidence was overwhelming and Ferguson had been arrested. Unfortunately, the man still had friends in the small town police department and court system, and he'd been quietly granted bail two days earlier. 
The first thing he'd done was to drive like hell through the night to Salt Lake City, Utah and take Clyde and Emily Halloway hostage in their own living room. Then he'd called their son Aaron Halloway  one of Ferguson's own cops back in Oregon  and threatened to kill his parents unless Halloway could come up with a good hiding place for him. He'd suggested the family farm in Meadow, and so the nightmare for the senior Halloways had really begun: Ferguson had taken them with him, and done God-only-knows-what to them in the meantime. 
When Dallas had heard that Ferguson had received bail and disappeared into thin air, he'd immediately sent Mark and Sully to Foxburg Falls to try to figure out where Ferguson may have gone. Within seconds of meeting Halloway, Sully had just known that the man was more involved than he was trying to let on, and Sully had gotten him to talk. And now here they were. In the middle of a goddamn field in Utah, facing down a brutal, professionally-trained ex-military man with his back against the wall.
Trapped animals with nothing to lose are always the most dangerous.
When he saw Ferguson's oncoming car slow down, Mark quickly ducked back under the hood of his rented SUV  which was smack in the middle of the road, effectively blocking anyone from getting past  and pretended to fiddle with some wires.
He was interested to note that Mr. Halloway was nowhere to be seen. Either Ferguson had shoved him down to the floor with orders to stay quiet, or he was knocked out cold. At this point, Mark knew what he preferred: he wanted the hostage unconscious and a hassle to hold on to. Ferguson may give up sooner if he didn't have the man to grab and physically place between himself and Mark, and God knows, Sully would get a cleaner shot if Clyde Halloway was out of the way.
Mark straightened now, wiped his hands on a rag. He started to walk over to Ferguson's car and sure enough, the man got out before Mark got close enough to get a look into the front seat.
"Afternoon!" Mark called cheerily. "Sorry for the road block  I'm having car trouble."
Michael Ferguson leaned on the hood of his own car, blocking Mark's view even more, and stared at the man in the middle of the fucking road. The guy was cleaning his hands and was wearing jeans and a dark t-shirt and seemed friendly. He was also quite clearly half-black, and Ferguson felt a sneer threaten to break out across his face. 
His unrelenting racism was deep-seated, and he didn't even care to try to work on that particular issue. He was good at hiding it, since it caused problems in his life as a Sheriff to be so blatantly anti-visible minorities but it was all a fa?ade and Michael Ferguson truly didn't give a shit. He needed this asshole off the road, though, and he needed it now. Ferguson dug deep, trying to act normal, and not like he had a man tied up and gagged just two feet away.
Mark saw the contempt in Ferguson's cold blue eyes and mentally, he thanked Cordelia for her heads-up. She and Sully had met this dickhead before, back in his hometown of Foxburg Falls when they were undercover. Cordelia had told all the Solid Security team that Ferguson was a racist prick  and that if it was at all possible, Mark should interact with him in Utah to throw him off his game. Cordelia's opinion was that the man's blind hatred would make him angry and defensive when confronted by a black man and in turn, that would make him weak and vulnerable. 
You get a drink on me, Cordelia. You called it in one. He's stressed and on-edge already from being on the run  and now the 'nice guy' mask and his control are both slipping damn easy.
"What kind of car trouble?" Ferguson said, trying to sound calm and interested.
"Not too sure." Mark looked back at the SUV and shook his head. He saw that he was in Sully's direct line of fire, and he casually stepped to one side. "I'm not all that great with cars."
"Me neither."
"Oh. So you couldn't give me a hand, then?"
"Sorry, man."
"Too bad. I guess I'll just have to wait for triple-A."
"Yeah." Ferguson stared at the other man some more, trying to get a read on him, but he was having trouble staying focused. Right now, he was in survival mode, and all he saw when he looked at this guy was an obstacle. "I'm in a bit of a rush, so I'll just pull off the road a bit and drive around you."
"You're in a rush?"
"Yeah. I am." Ferguson pushed himself off the car hood and started to walk back to the driver's side. "Good luck."
"You're in a rush because you need to get away with your hostage?"




Marysol James was raised in a small town in Canada and is still a small-town girl at heart. She's a cancer survivor, cinnamon bun lover, and hardcore caffeine addict. If you'd like to stay on top of her news, please visit her official author's website at www.marysoljames.com

When Emma Cartwright gets some very (very) bad health news, she handles it in just about the last way that anybody who knows her would expect. Namely, she heads out alone to a bar on Friday night, intent on having her first-ever one-night-stand. A single night of escape with a scorching guy, and then she’ll focus on her treatment and recovery. After all, what’s one night, really? 

Ever since coming back from Afghanistan two years ago, Dean Jessop’s life is all about ‘just one night’. No commitment; nothing permanent; nothing long-term. He meets Emma and one night of hot sex later, she sneaks out of Dean’s place while he sleeps – and they both think that’s it. Neither expects to see the other ever again. 

A month later, a chance encounter brings them back in to each other’s lives. They strike an agreement which includes: casual sex only, nothing too personal, and they can end it anytime with a single word. What Emma and Dean don’t count on is developing strong and real feelings for each other, despite Emma hiding her disease and Dean running from his guilt. 

When Dean finally tells Emma what happened in Afghanistan, she wonders if she can confess her own dark secret. But can she really expect him to forgive her for hiding her illness from him? If she tells him the truth, will he be there for her through it all? And can she help him make peace with his own demons?



Telling the ladies that they had to go into protected hiding for an unspecified amount of time had gone about as well as could be expected  which was to say that it hadn't gone well. At all.
Well-intended, though severely-misguided-to-the-point-of-stupidity, jokes about a girls' slumber party' had been met with the appropriate levels of scorn and derision, and precisely the correct amount of eye-rolling and huffing. Sarah, Naomi, Gabi, Mirrie, and Maria had all fought it  and they'd fought hard. No way they were leaving their homes, jobs, men  their entire lives  because there was a chance that they might get hurt.
But the guys had been relentless, and they'd pushed the point the entire night after their group huddle at Curves, and when logic and rational argument hadn't worked, they'd resorted to begging. Not literally on their knees, but metaphorically, and in a few cases, they had damn near fallen to the floor on their knees. They'd begged the women to please do this they'd begged them to listen to what was being said. 
It was only when the women had seen how genuinely worried the men were  how legitimately afraid and frantic they were  that they had finally agreed. They hadn't been thrilled, naturally, and they'd muttered darkly about King's Men getting on top of this damn mess and making it right double-time  but in the end and at long last, they had capitulated.
Sadly, Jax, King, and Aidan had been so relieved at winning the battle, that they had almost lost the war and completely undone all their good work by being idiotic in that way that men sometimes are.
"Just think!" Jax had exclaimed to Sarah. "You and Gabi and Naomi will be able to plan your weddings full-time. You can exchange ideas, share magazines and look at online stuff together it'll be great, baby!"
Aidan and King had obliviously uttered similar phrases reflecting the exact same sentiment  and to a woman, Sarah, Gabi, and Naomi had responded in exactly the same way: by shooting the men that they loved looks that would have melted steel beams.
And to a man, Jax, Aidan, and King had taken one look at their future wives and slammed their big, fat mouths shut. Good and tight.

**

"So that's everything," Valentina Mirova said to the women as they re-entered the living room. "That's the whole house, and all the security things you need to know about." She lifted one perfectly-arched eyebrow over one perfect Slavic cheekbone, and narrowed her perfect dusky purple eyes as she regarded the ladies and smiled with her perfectly-shaped mouth. "Questions?"
"How many of you will be staying here with us?" Naomi asked Val, trying hard not to hate her too much for having legs that went up to the goddamn ceiling, even without those outrageously gorgeous high-heeled boots she was wearing. "I mean, at any given time?"
"Four are always here, with some people coming and going," Val said, her words still carrying musical traces of her upbringing in Russia. "Tonight, it's me, Tank " she gestured at a man who was, roughly, the size of a tank. The human tank nodded; the women nodded back. " Dillon, and Dallas."
Sarah, Mirrie, Naomi, Gabi and Maria all smiled at the last two men more readily than Val or Tank. They knew Dillon well, of course, because he was Maria's boyfriend, and although they'd never met Dallas Foreman in the delectable flesh before, they had heard about him from the guys. King especially had talked to Naomi about him, since King and Dallas had teamed up and joined forces on more than one occasion.
"Ladies," Dallas said now in a deep Texan drawl that seemed designed to just stop the female heart. "It's a pleasure."
"No kidding, it's a pleasure," Gabi said, taking in his height and width. "You gonna be guarding my bedroom door?"
Dallas laughed, dark blue eyes flashing. "As you wish, ma'am."
"Gabi," Sarah reproved. "Don't harass the hot bodyguard."
"Can't help it," Gabi protested. "My own hot Texan is at Curves tending bar tonight, and who knows when I'll see Aidan again?" She grinned at Dallas and he grinned back, more than game for some teasing in what was a pretty crap situation for these women. "You mind being my hot Texan substitute?"
"No problem," Dallas said cheerfully. "I'm just here to help any way that I can, ma'am."
"Your wife won't mind?" Gabi asked.
"Oh, I'm sure she'll understand. Olivia's pretty cool."
"Anyway," Val interrupted, clearly done with the jocularity. "Any other questions? Maybe ones not to do with the hotness of the people protecting your lives?"
The women were silent, shaking their heads.
"OK, then." Val glanced at her watch. "So the four of us will be guarding every floor, and one of us will always be on the front door. We work in shifts, so we move around the space constantly on a grid and schedule. The next shift arrives in the morning at eight a.m. sharp, and they'll pick up our positions then. What we need you to do is this, and it's important: never enter a room without announcing yourselves, alright? We'll probably see you before you see us, but our backs may be turned, or we may be distracted. Make sure we know you're there, OK?"
"Because you might take us down?" Mirrie said jokingly. "With extreme prejudice?"
"Yes." Val's answer was flat and clipped. "We might, and if we do that, you might get hurt. We don't want that, none of us. So you do your part to make sure it doesn't happen. Yes?"
"Yes," Mirrie whispered. "Sorry."
"No need to apologize," Val said coolly. "But this is a serious matter, ladies, so I do hope you can take it seriously."
Confronted by a stern Russian kick-ass bodyguard who could easily pass as a supermodel, the ladies were appropriately abashed. Again, they all nodded, and Val studied them closely. She didn't smile  she hadn't smiled yet, and Sarah for one had started to wonder if the woman even knew how  but Val did seem to thaw a bit. Maybe.
"OK, then," Val said. "You're free to do as you please, and we need to get to work."
As one, Tank, Valentine, Dillon, and Dallas left the living room. The women heard faint voices in the kitchen next door, and they gazed at each other, a bit taken aback.




Marysol James was raised in a small town in Canada and is still a small-town girl at heart. She's a cancer survivor, cinnamon bun lover, and hardcore caffeine addict.

Marysol crosses genres in her writing, happily and enthusiastically. To date, she's published 28 steamy, sexy, slinky Contemporary Erotic Romances spread over five different series, including the Amazon and iBooks best selling 'Unseen Enemy', 'Dangerous Curves', and 'Road Devils MC' series. Her books incorporate action and adventure, suspense, military elements, and some surprising plot twists and turns.

Besides her romances, Marysol also writes crisp, clever, Contemporary Literature. It can be dark and provocative at times and magical realism features heavily in her books. She loves moving between the worlds of magical realism and glorious romance, and she's grateful every day to be able to do both.

If you'd like to stay on top of her news, please visit her official author's website at www.marysoljames.com

Jax Hamill is a man who has changed his life – with lots of hard work and even more dumb luck. He’s left the hell of his younger and wilder days behind, and now he has a bar, a house, a truck, and a bike. Oh, and all the casual sex in a bar back room that a man like him may desire. Jax lives his carefree life for ‘now’, and keeps things ‘temporary’. At least he did…until she threw everything he thought in to question.

Sarah Matthews is a woman who would love to change her life in some ways. By default and sheer bad luck, she juggles a staggering number of responsibilities, both personal and professional. She’s single, stressed, and seriously in need of some fun. If only she could escape her overly-scheduled, vanilla life, and cut loose… just for a little while.

When Jax and Sarah decide to get together – just temporarily and just for fun – it changes both of their lives for the better. But when a man from Sarah’s past returns, it changes everything for the worse. In fact, it couldn’t be worse. As Sarah fights to come back to him, Jax is forced to confront the kind of person he was, who he is now, and the kind of man that he wants to be… both for Sarah, and for himself.


"The beauty of a move lies not in its movement but in the thought behind it."
-Aaron Nimzowitsch


After a life of stress and detachment, Ryker Schofield finally graduates High School and jumps at the opportunity to get into a good college, moving into an apartment on the upper end of San Diego.

However, it seems fate has different plans for him. 

After an encounter with a strange man on the morning of his first day, he's at a crossroads. Two fates lie before him: one that is certain and one that is the total opposite. One wrong step and he could lose the game before it even starts.

Ryker never had any friends and he wasn't a social person. His foster dad didn't care what he did since he wasn't home the majority of the time anyway. Ryker had clawed his way to the top and he decided he wanted to try something else for a change. He decided he didn't want to be a pawn anymore. 

He thought he was going into some club that would help him with his life, maybe a group of nerds following some fake quest. He thought it was a joke, that the man had either been lying or insane. 

What he didn't expect was to be brought to a foreign country hidden in the pockets of the universe where magic, monsters, and royalty were alive and very much thriving. He didn't expect to be admitted into a group, called The King's Guard, which was weighed by the duty to protect the country and the King. 

But after he's given his first mission, he's determined to prove himself worthy of the title "Knight." 

Unfortunately, he miscalculated which side of the board he was on.

I run out of air... But from the laughter when I see my brother above the kitchen counter with a panicked expression on his face.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Asks Lucas laughing as he approaches his friend with the cushion in his hands.
"A grass-grassh-grassho" he stutters terrified, pointing to one side of the ground.
"Grassh what?" I ask.
"What do you say?" Lucas looks at him confused while my brother stammers "Speak well!" He slaps him on the head with his hand.
"GRASSHOPPER!" He let out a yell, Lucas and I looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing when we saw my brother's reaction.
Dallas at first glance may seem like one of those hefty men with no feelings, hard-hearted who is not afraid of anything, but his greatest fear is the harmless grasshoppers that he cannot even see in paint.
Lucas and I ended up lying on the floor from laughing so much.
"Don't make fun of it, better kill that monster" a thin voice comes from his lips.

"Yes, yes," I try to stop laughing. "You have to kill him before he calls his minions to rule the world." Dallas shoots me an angry look.

"The grasshopper revolution," Lucas laughs out loud. After a few seconds my brother tries to get off the bar.

"Watch out!" I stop him, Dallas lets out a gasp "He can analyze your movements, any misstep and he will throw his laseeer beam at you" I imitate the voice of the monster that appears in the movie Monsters inc. Luc and I laughed even more.

"Immature." Dallas rolls his eyes wearily.

"You talk about maturity when you get on the kitchen counter when you see an innocent grasshopper" his friend defends himself.

"That innocent animal has nothing," he answers indignantly.
"And you crying have everything" I answer, he opens his mouth to tell me something, but closes it again.

"Relax brother" Lucas gets up from the floor and walks among the pieces of broken plates until he reaches the grasshopper that is in the corner of the refrigerator. He takes it between his fingers and pulls it up close to his face "What do you say?" He holds it to his ear "Do you want to show your love to Dallas?" Pretend to be talking to the insect and look mischievously at my brother "As you wish."

"Oh no!" You would not dare!" Dallas goes back reading the thoughts of his friend.

"Come on, look that not even the grasshopper can resist your beauty." He speaks as if he were talking to a baby. "He only wants to show you that he is a love".

"Accept" I get up from the floor and go to the bar "Maybe that way I won't think about ruling the world" I take him by the shoulders "It's a good offer, don't you think?, Your affection for the welfare of humanity. So he will have a hero as a brother" I smile, looking at the ceiling hopefully.

"Look at it that way" Lucas supports my words "Just a caress and now" the insect brings my brother closer. 
"I already told you no!" We are already running out of patience.

"Okay, you don't want to." Luc pretends to be disinterested. "You'll do it the hard way" And with that said, Dallas jumps off the bar and runs off with Lucas and the grasshopper behind him.

"Don't think I'll be the one picking up this garbage can!" I let my brother know.
Laughing so much has made me thirsty, I go to the refrigerator and take out a canned Coca-Cola, uncap it and take a big gulp of my drink. On the way to the living room, I lean back in the big brown chair enjoying the terrifying screams of Dallas and the outrageous laughter of Lucas that can be heard throughout the house.

After a few minutes Luc appears with his breathing a bit shaky from running, he lifts my legs that are stretched out on the armchair, sits down and puts them on his lap.

"I'm thirsty." He snatches the soda from my hands and drinks from it.

"And the grasshopper?" I ask.
"Resting in your brother's bed," he answers, passing the back of his hand over his mouth.

A knowing smile breaks my lips, I raise my hand and Lucas bumps it with his while we laugh.

"I'm sure that tonight you will hear my name in a cry and it will not be coming from a girl, much less from pleasure" he laughs and I join in his laughter.

°°°
I wake up to the very loud sound of some video game being played by the boys who won't let me take my nap quietly.

If I were a normal person, I would wake up immediately knowing who I am and what I am doing in this world, but since I am not one of normal people, I suddenly sit down on the couch -where I was asleep- and it takes a few minutes to stare at the TV off, analyzing if I am some kind of UFO, a psychopathic human being or if I can be both. But my belated brain passes me the information that I am a crazy, dramatic human who likes to watch too many fantasy movies and so confuses reality for fiction.

I wake up completely and I see through the window that it is already sunset, I would have gone to sleep in my bed to wake up until tomorrow and… Damn, it is already sunset! I see the time on my cell phone and it's actually six in the afternoon, I'm supposed to be at Leny's at seven.
I jump up from the sofa and walk to the kitchen for some water, I realize that I am barefoot, but luckily Dallas has already swept away the remains of broken dishes, the sound of my cell phone announces that I have a call, on the This screen reflects the name of the contact that I have scheduled as: Mommy.

I think they asked the question:

Why the hell did we set up this club? 

Well the answer is simple: It has been created for one reason to take revenge on all the bastards who once played or hurt a girl. As in our case they once did.

The irony is that we also play with the boys, whether when we go to a party we hook up with some, but only for fun and calm the desires. Who said only boys can play? Absolutely no one, the game can be both.

Two years ago the club was created and at the same time the website called: "Ending the exes" that even the same title says it all. No one at the school knows about our identity because by creating the page we decided to remain anonymous.
Girls who want revenge after suffering from an and instead of letting him through and getting on with their lives -as some girls do- only send a message to our page and thus let us know who will be the unfortunate in falling into our hands. At first we thought that our website would not give us results, but after a few months the messages rained us and so we did our job. Do we charge for doing it? Of course not, we enjoyed the sweet revenge without charge. 

We are five members and each of us is why we have made the decision of what we do.
Of course, there are rules in any club and this is no exception, well we really only have one rule: We don't fall in love we allow ourselves to flirt, but we have our limit.
You may also be wondering Why don't we let karma take care of it, it's a good idea, but we want to make them pay as soon as possible, we also know that karma will then pass us bill for what we do, but in the meantime we have to take advantage. 
Do we feel bad about taking revenge? If so and belong to the club? Of course not! We enjoyed doing it.


But then, one night, your father attacked me, broke my wings and with broken wings, I couldn't fly.Trapped in your world, my body transformed into the creature you see before you, forced to live in the shadows of the dark."
"I didn't know," Toby said.
"To fix my wings and return to what I was, I need your teeth, all of them," the monster said.
"But my teeth aren't loose.I'm not a child anymore."
"I need them and you will feel the agony that I've had to endure as I rip them from your gums, one by one."
"No, tooth fairies aren't real!" Toby shouted."This is not real, I'm dreaming this."Toby took his eyes off the monster and looked up toward the ceiling fan, trying to focus on the sounds of the blades spinning around and around.
"You'll hear every root snap and you'll cry out in agony as I rip each tooth from their socket.Your warm, salty blood will drown your tongue and you'll choke on the pain."
"I can feel the cool air against my face.I can feel the cool air against my face," Toby continued to say.
The monster laughed as more mucous stuck to the back of its throat.Suddenly it leapt onto Toby's chest and landed like a bag of sand.In a flash, it grabbed the baseball bat, snapped it in half and jammed the sharp edges through Toby's shoulder blades, pinning him to the headboard.Toby screamed out in agony.
"Yes boy, open wide for me.One by one," the monster said as it's crooked fingers reached toward Toby's mouth.
The following evening, Dr. Caulfield tapped his pen against his chin.He looked down at his watch and it read 6:25pm.He opened his office door and found Charles in the waiting room, shoving a chocolate bar into his mouth.
"Come on in Charles.We can get started early.My six o'clock isn't coming."


Her Farewell Tour, part 1

Amanda Dallas primped and patted her hair in the mirror repeatedly.The amount of hairspray she used could have glued down the entire planet.She puckered her lips and lathered her favorite ruby-colored lipstick on her newly enhanced luscious lips. 
As she put down her tube of lipstick, she glanced at the invitation on top of her bureau.She was cordially invited to a concert of Rai Dai, an evening of music and song for a special, exclusive only audience.
Amanda could hardly care less about the music that Rai Dai contributed to the radio music pool but her teenage children were mad with envy that their parents were invited to this concert.When Rai Dai was in Dallas earlier this summer, they were unable to secure tickets to the concert.The robotic ticket-buying system snatched up the seats in sixty seconds and the only way Gloria and Charles could see the beloved pop music sensation up close would be to buy tickets at $600 a pop.Their mother loved them, but we're not talking about twelve-hundred-dollar love. 
Gloria's best friends, Regina and Astoria attended the concert and Gloria had to play off her jealousness with another teenage careless quip of "whatever".
Amanda stared at herself in the mirror.She was just as beautiful and stunning as she was in high school, she thought.The thin wrinkles that framed her lips and eyes were covered by the concealer she used and the hair color tone that Ramon used matched perfectly to her memories of her quincea?era.
Several of her friends were also invited to the concert and they were going to use the limousine that belonged to one her best friends, April.First, dinner at Di Antonio's and then front row center tickets to the concert.
Rai Dai, or as Amanda knew her in high school, Ramona Diaz, was a quiet girl, keeping to herself and excelling at art and music, as far as Amanda could remember.She wasn't as popular as Amanda was and frankly, no one was.Amanda was "the" ideal girl in high school, the one that every girl wanted to inspire to be like and the one girl every boy wanted to be with.Chad Dallas, quarterback of the Dallas Bullhorns, was the only obvious match for her then and still is now.He is the auto dealership king of Dallas and he could beat any deal on a Ford for three counties and counting.Her favorite thing about Chad, other than his tight rear end and washboard abs, was his money.His father, the original king, had died unexpectedly and he left his auto dealership kingdom to his one and only son.
Amanda had it all-looks, money, the best clothes, the biggest and most luxurious home on the block, a statuesque husband and two children that were on their way to being as popular as she was in high school. 
But how she ended up with two tickets to this exclusive concert was beyond her comprehension. She wasn't close to Ramona in school.In fact, she vaguely remembered a locker room incident with the cheerleaders and a pants-less Ramona in the showers and something about a toilet stall.It was all in good fun.It must have been water under the bridge.Amanda smirked in the mirror at the thought of being front and center.She puckered her lips and lathered on her Intensely Red lipstick- her signature color.
Her children begged and pleaded to go in her place but there was no way Amanda was going to pass up the opportunity to sit in the best seats in the house, invited personally by a three-time Grammy award winning, 4-time American Music Award winning superstar.Rai Dai was selling out theaters and stadiums across the country and around the world.The superstar had personally invited Amanda and Chad to her concert.The invitation wasn't printed by some stub hub computer or typed by a lonely assistant.Rai Dai had written the invitation in her own hand.
Ramona Diaz wanted Amanda and Chad to be there and how could she resist?




Andrew Kraus is a novelist with a penchant for the more melancholy side of life.  His fascination with the supernatural, otherworldly and ethereal began in early childhood.  When other children were watching cartoons, he was studying horror films.  As a young man, when others were riding roller coasters, he was heading to haunted attractions for decorating tips.  And now, as an adult, when searching for a home, his preference is for something haunted.  Andrew currently resides in a turn of the century Victorian style farm house in southern New Jersey with his husband, their son, three dogs, and at minimum four spirits.  Andrew finds that his home and the spirits within give him inspiration to put pen to paper and share the stories of terror, tragedy, and misery that flow from his cranium.  When he isn’t writing, he and his family love to travel the globe in search of the macabre.  

Our fears creep in at the most unexpected times. Inspired by these fears and our mind’s own curiosity, these tales of terror take readers on a voyage into the world of several unfortunate characters. Utilizing dark humor and the macabre, readers will relate to the character’s plight while wincing throughout. From tales of haunted houses to serial killers to deranged demons that attack, The Spirit of Glassboro and Other Tales of Terror is filled with a variety of topics sure to please any thrill junkie. The characters are so real that when you’re reading this book alone on a dark, cold evening, you’ll second guess that chill on the back of your neck. While driving on the highway, you’ll wonder what’s in the back seat of the pick-up truck or really hidden behind the darkened windows of the unmarked van. Spooky and delightful at the same time, this book provides a welcoming dose of Halloween no matter what time of the year it is.


Chapter 55. Black Dragon Down, Part II
 
Translator: Khan
Editor: RED
  
 
4.
Jennifer Mitchell…
The description of her did not need to be that long. She had blond hair, green eyes and was a beautiful woman that most of the world could not help but admire, a world-class actor with nine Hollywood movies behind her.
 
Her appearance and career were also well-known. She had the power to attract and persuade people to follow her. It was often called aura or charisma, and Jennifer Mitchell had it.
 
In addition, she had her own stubbornness and style. She was not just charismatic, she had an aura that could make her one of the most brilliant stars on the stage of Hollywood.
 
It was impossible to become a global actor without a clear sense of self-worth and stubbornness to adhere to her ideals. Her passions were intense, unrivaled, and of course, they did not change much in the monster era.
 
She had charisma and the aura to lead people, and she never intended to live her life because she was not satisfied with the unfairness. That was why she became the leader of the Resistance, a so-called Free Liberation Army leader in Texas, which was in the hands of the Pentagon.
 
Would Jennifer Mitchell look sad, like a pathetic heroine in a movie, to an Asian man who she had never seen before, even though he had shown an absurd ability?
 
Of course, she wouldn't
 
"You said Kim, didn't you?" Ting! She took out a grenade she had hidden in a pocket between the shabby wrinkles of her skirt, and she pulled out the safety pin at the same time. She asked, keeping the safety handle depressed, "Kim, what do you want?"
 
"The occupation of Dallas City by the Resistance."
 
"Why are you helping us?"
 
"Don't get it wrong." Of course, Kim Tae-hoon was not a man to be daunted in this situation. "This is not a negotiation or a deal."
 
Rather, the opposite, Kim Tae-hoon' enemies so far had been too great to be frightened by a grenade. If he was really scared and lowered his posture here, it would be an insult to the enemies who had died by Kim Tae-hoon.
 
"I'll tell you again. I don't intend to negotiate, or make a deal."
 
Crucially, Kim Tae-hoon had many experiences dealing with groups like the Resistance. So at this moment, he did not intend to negotiate or deal with them. What he wanted to do was a one-sided demand. To put it bluntly, it was a threat.
 
Jennifer Mitchell's eyes flashed sharply at Kim Tae-hoon. But Kim Tae-hoon's eyes were overwhelming enough to make her nervous, who had been fearless against even against the Pentagon.
 
'Where on Earth did he come from...?'
 
In front of Kim Tae-hoon, Jennifer Mitchell, who had great charisma and aura, could not show her hostility right away. Instead of getting angry, she put her brain to work. She acknowledged that her opponent was out of the ordinary, and she began to consider getting something more advantageous in this situation.
 
"Did you say that you are going to wake up the Black Dragon? Don't be ridiculous. If you wake up the Black Dragon, Texas, including Dallas, will be destroyed."
 
She got to the point. The most shocking and key thing Kim Tae-hoon had said was that he would wake up the Black Dragon sleeping in Eagle Mountain Lake!
 
"Please don't think that we didn't do it because we didn't know about it."
 
What the Resistance forces of Texas were pursuing was not like overthrowing the regime. It was to prevent the unjust, inhumane, immoral Pentagon from hurting anyone. Of course, the Texas Resistance had never thought of waking the Black Dragon just to hurt the Pentagon.
 
Using the Black Dragon to drive out the Pentagon would be like bringing a tiger home to deal with a local mad dog. It was not a good idea for anyone who called Texas their home. If anyone wanted to wake the Black Dragon, the Resistance would be willing to hold hands with the Pentagon to stop them. From that point of view, Kim Tae-hoon, who was going to wake up the Black Dragon rather than the Pentagon, was more dangerous.
 
Kim Tae-hoon answered her question with a cool expression. "The role of the Black Dragon is to paralyze Dallas with the fear for a while."
 
Jennifer Mitchell asked back, with a ridiculous laugh. "You can kill the Black Dragon any time you like it, as I see your babbling about like that way?" In her cross-question, Kim Tae-hoon lightly spread his right hand instead of answering.
 
"Ugh!" At that moment, Jennifer Mitchell's grip on the grenade faltered.
 
Thud! The grenade fell to the floor.
 
'Oh, no!' Jennifer Mitchell was surprised, and the people around her were shocked. At that moment, lives flashed before people's eyes.
 
The grenade that fell to the floor was sucked into Kim Tae-hoon's hands. Kim grabbed the grenade tightly and squeezed. The grenade crumpled like an empty can of drink.
 
Three seconds later, there was rumbling bang, and a small explosion broke out in Kim's hand. Kim Tae-hoon's hand was covered with the scales of the Dragon, and his eyes were slitted like a Dragon's. It was the Draconian mode. The explosion of the grenade was just a minor nuisance to Kim Tae-hoon, who wielded a power that was mighty and transcendent. Kim Tae-hoon kept his Draconian mode and unfolded his palm covered with scales.
 
The grenade fragments tinkled to the floor. Nobody could sigh or even show surprise in front of the scene. It was so shocking it made them impossible to judge it rationally.
 
In the stillness, Kim Tae-hoon said quietly. "A couple of days from now, at 11 pm, the Black Dragon will appear in Dallas> There may a slight error on the time, so take it and prepare."
 
Kim Tae-hoon looked at the bartender for the last time and said, "Hot water and a mug."
 
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5.
The first thing the Pentagon did after it took over Texas was to replace the mayors of Texas' major cities with those who suited their tastes. In the process, the Pentagon was supported by many influential, experienced, and talented people. It was so natural. It was like holding some of the absolute power that Texas would become the center of the Americas, and even of the world, in the future.
 
The Pentagon, furthermore, only admitted kings and slaves. Being the owner of the city under the Pentagon was virtually the same as being a king. In this background, Bean Cohen, who had become the Mayor of Dallas, was, of course, one of the most influential figures in the Pentagon.
 
'I am not satisfied with only Dallas.' In addition, Mayor Bean Cohen had no intention of being satisfied with his position now. There was also more prey!
 
'If I eat up to Houston, Texas is practically mine.' In fact, Houston was not very attractive, geographically and economically, in the present situation.
 
'If I eat up only the institutes there…' Instead, Houston had the most famous state-of-the-art research institute in the world, NASA. The Johnson Space Center, one of NASA's affiliated organizations, was also located in Houston.
 
'Now it's NASA that's going to develop a new era.' In the present era, there would be a question of what use rocket scientists were, but if they were smart, including the Pentagon, they had to notice them. Rather, it could be said there was no one as important as NASA researchers in the present age.
 
This was a characteristic of space research. Studying the universe was like studying the way of survival in the unknown future of a terrible, harsh universe. In a way, NASA's researchers were the ones who fired rockets at the moon with computers that were worse than people's smartphones. They were the best brains to face the monsters and the unknown times beyond.
 
'If they're all in my hands, it's not impossible for me to devour the Pentagon.'
 
That was why Mayor Bean Cohen coveted Houston. If he had the oil fields of Texas, the countless Hunters and combat weapons gathered here, and the manpower and technology to face the future, he would no longer be afraid. And it was not long before it might be possible.
 
'Not long. By the end of the year. There's nothing to worry about. There's nothing to fear.' Mayor Bean Cohen's plan was making steady progress. There was nothing to fear now.
 
'But what the hell…' In that situation, the Mayor of Bean Cohen was feeling creepy all over his body. It was so strange.
 
'I've never felt this way before… No, I think I've had this feeling before…'
 
What was even more strange was that Mayor Bean Cohen felt that this strange sensation was not the first time. It was not the first time that his whole body felt creepy, and his spine was cold without knowing anything. It was not the first time.
 
But if this experience was not the first time, he should remember when. In the end, Mayor Bean Cohen had to frown while he was groping for memories.
 
'What the hell is it?' The frowning face of Mayor Bean Cohen began to spread. He looked beyond surprised and startled, to pale.
 
'No, no way. The Black Dragon?' He remembered the monster that had made Texas a crucible of fear and despair in only one morning.
 
Keuooo! 

The Black Dragon appeared in Dallas.
 
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6.
The appearance of the Black Dragon, which crushed human reason and common sense by just appearing in the sky, was sudden and intense.
 
Soon after, it slowly came down to the ground, flapping its wings, and the buildings of Dallas were buffeted by the winds. When it reached ten meters above the ground, the Black Dragon stopped flapping its wings.
 
The body of the Black Dragon, ten meters high, created a shock wave that everyone could feel throughout Dallas.
 
Keuooo! 

With its neck raised high, the fear that it had vomited to the sky left all the living things in Dallas City just barely alive. Almost everyone in Dallas fell to the ground, mindless with fear.
 
"Uh…"
"Run, run away—"
 
Only a few people with high Energy rank did not faint, but that was all. Even if reason and thinking remained, they could not hope to do anything.
 
There was only one person on Earth who could withstand the Dragonfear without any preparation or preparation.
 
In other words, only those who had prepared could move.
 
"Hoo-oo!" That way why the Texas Resistance, after long sighs and some trembling, could bear the Dragonfear. Jennifer Mitchell was one of them.
 
"Move." So they began to move to regain Dallas City, where everything had stopped. At that time, the only man on earth who could stand in front of the Dragonfear without any preparation was facing the Dragon. That was enough to stop the Black Dragon, who could melt the whole city of Dallas with its deadly poisonous breath.
 
Krrr… It was amazing. A monster that could not be confronted by anything was warily watching a man who stood in front of its fear. Frozen with vigilance, it could not move at all.
 
Krrr… It just stared at the man with its own eyes, the man with two swords on his back.
 
However, the man didn't care much about the Black Dragon's attention, vigilance, and anger. Instead, the man was only looking at a watch on his wrist.
 
At last, when ten minutes had passed, Kim Tae-hoon confirmed the time and looked at the Black Dragon, not the clock.
 
At the same time, behind Kim Tae-hoon's back, three beads made of blue thunder, red flame, and blue ice appeared, sparking with power.
 
The Black Dragon hunt began.

The world has changed and so have the people.

December 31st, 2016 – the day before New Year's. Kim Taehoon was just casually shopping for groceries at the large store. Monsters suddenly appeared out of thin air. With the highly trained skills that he had gained from his previous occupation, he starts to hunt the monsters down and manages to win, saving countless people who were also at the mall.

But there are more and they don't stop coming.
Will he be able to survive until the end? 
Will he be able to beat the countless monsters that only seem to get stronger?
And will it just be monsters that he has to worry about? 

The journey of Kim Taehoon, The First Hunter, begins.
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Editor's views  - from Ekdud

The First Hunter is a short Korean, action-fantasy novel situated in a post-apocalyptic world. Monsters start appearing out of nowhere and people are unlocking strange powers. Those who unlock such powers are called ‘Hunters’, ones with the strength to kill the monsters. To fight and survive, that is their goal. Society crumbles and the world burns.

A very fun novel that dives into the plot almost instantly. The novel is interesting in a way that it depicts a lot of human nature and what people would do in a situation such as this is quite an accurate manner. The character development is also very good as you get to learn about the characters, their backgrounds, and their stories. All in all, this is another novel I’d recommend to a lot of readers who are interested in reading fantasy and gaming novels.

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**A licensed novel from Munpia**


 Dallas walked ahead of them to the third bedroom, and Tracie remembered he'd been here yesterday setting it all up.  He went directly to the padded bench and pulled out two extensions from the side.  Pete stood Tracie on the floor next to the bench, went to the wall and switched on the intercom, then lit the candles set up in a grouping on a small table.  The soft music from the stereo flowed into the room and the jasmine scent of the candles began to waft on the air.
 "Princess."
 Pete was behind her now, his hands on her shoulders, thumbs stroking the column of her neck.
 A ball of heat formed in her stomach.  He seldom called her anything but princess, so she knew this was heavy business.  "Mm hmm?"
 "I've told Dallas the pleasure you bring me when you suck my cock.  As friends we've always shared, so tonight you'll do the same for him.  Right now I want you to give him a taste of what he's in for."  His hands pressed down on her.  "Kneel for me, princess, and take him into your mouth."
 Tracie looked up at Dallas, his face tight, his eyes burning into hers, knelt before him and grasped his erection in her hand.  She stroked it up and down, feeling the silken skin over the steel shaft, ran her tongue over the dark head, then took him into her mouth.  As she closed her lips over him she heard a quick intake of breath, then she began to suck him, her other hand reaching to cup his sac.  Dallas started to pump his hips, then stopped, holding himself tensely as Tracie worked her magic on his rod.
 Behind her, Pete was rubbing his cock over her shoulders, her back, her arms.  The sensation of the two cocks sent a thunderbolt through her straight to her pussy, and she squeezed her legs together. 
 "Enough."  Pete placed his hands over her jaw and moved her mouth away from Dallas.  
 His erection bobbed in front of her, slick with her saliva, the veins at the sides throbbing.  She looked up at him and he smiled, took his rod in his hand and ran his thumb over the head.  "I can see what Pete means.  He's a very lucky man."
 "If you behave," Pete joked, "later on you'll find out just how lucky.  Meanwhile." He turned Tracie to face him.  "Dallas couldn't believe me when I told him how spanking excited you, a neophyte for all intents and purposes.  I told him I thought it was getting old hate to you." 
 "No, never."  She smiled at him.
 "But I like to keep everything fresh and new for you.  That's why I got the spanking glove.  But Dallas has devised something even better."
 "Better?"  She widened her eyes. 
 "I think so.  you tell me."
 He urged her down to her stomach on the padded bench, her beasts hanging free through the cutout holes.  Pete fastened the manacles around her wrists at the head while Dallas fastened the ones at her ankles.  She felt her legs being spread apart as the sides of the bench swung outward until she was spread-eagled.  Next Pete fastened a scarf around her eyes, blindfolding her like the night before.
 "The senses, princess," he reminded her.  "So you'll feel everything that much more acutely.'
 Before she had a chance to prepare herself, she felt a hand come down on her ass in a stinging slap, right at the base of her cleft.  Heat began to surge through her.
 "We'll see if you like my technique better than Pete's," Dallas chuckled.  
 He began to spank but not in a rhythm the way Pete did.  She couldn't anticipate because she had no idea when or where the next one would fall.  They were just sharp enough to bring the bite of pleasure-pain that she'd learned to hunger after, especially when they landed on the base of the plug.  As the cheeks of her ass began to burn, she felt liquid trickling from her cunt and the pulse deep within her start to beat more heavily.
 Then, without warning, it all stopped.
 Tracie moaned and wiggled her ass as much as she could, wanting the spanking to continue. Her body demanding the pleasure it had almost come to require.
 Dallas chuckled.  "I think you've created a monster, Pete."
 "'Fraid so."  He ran his hand lightly over Tracie's burning ass.  
 "She's definitely ready for the next level, then.  Just as we discussed."
 Tracie wanted to ask them what they meant but before she could open her mouth, Pete had slid two fingers inside her and all she could think of was clenching around them.
 "Princess?"  Pete leaned close enough to put his mouth to her ear.  
 "Dallas has perfected a new technique that he tells me his subs love.  It ups the pleasure-pain threshold and is instantly arousing. "  
 "W-What is it?"  He body was so hot she could hardly think and the night had just started.  She felt something thin and light trail down one arm.  "What's that?"
 "That's a very thin, very fine whip that Dallas has made himself."
 At the word whip Tracie tensed.  "Pete..."
 "Sssh.  Do you trust me, princess?  Do you believe I would never, ever do anything to cause you real pain?  That everything I do is designed to bring you the greatest amount of pleasure possible?"
 "Yes."  She licked her lips.  "Yes, M-Master."
 "Then I want you to just close your eyes behind that scarf and think of nothing but pleasure.  No fear.  Nothing.  Just pleasure..  Okay?"
 She nodded.
  "Good."  He turned her mouth, bent still lower and kissed her, hard.
 She felt the bench begin to rise in the center, so her head and her legs were lower than her middle, shoving her ass high in the air.  She felt Pete standing with his legs on either side of her head.  Then hands - Dallas's - spreading the cheeks of her ass wide, wide, wide, slowly removing the plug.
 "Remember the oil we used last night?" Pete asked.  "It contains a special stimulator Dallas and I had made up.  This one is even stronger.  As soon as I apply it, your asshole will tingle and your pussy will be more aroused than it's ever been."
 She felt the hot oil trickle down the crease of her ass and pour over her anus.  Then, with Dallas holding her open, Pete slid two fingers inside and began to massage the oil into the tissues of her dark tunnel.  He did it three times, and by the third time every nerve in her ass and her cunt felt as if it was on fire and only a stiff cock could extinguish the flame.  Feeling Dallas's eyes on her only made her hotter.  She tried to wiggle but he held her firm in his grasp.
 Then his hands moved away to be replaced by Pete's, holding her open just as wide.  She held her breath in anticipation.  The air was thick with the jasmine now and the music was washing over her.
 "Tracie?"  Dallas's voice came from right next to her.  "I'm going to let you feel this in other places, first, so you know what's coming." 
 Instantly she felt a tiny sting on the inside of her thigh.  Then another, this one on her calf.  And finally, one on one cheek of her ass.  She felt the level of lust creeping higher inside her and moaned again.
 
 
 



Author:
USA Today best-selling and award-winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic. and has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.

Part One
Tracie Hill thought she’d died and gone to heaven when she discovered the stranger who showed up at her office after hours and engaged her in a night of hot sex was none other than her new boss, J. P. ”Pete” Montgomery.  Not only that, but he set some very specific rules for her office attire – skirts only and no underwear.

Part Two
For Zane the storm was a reflection of his emotions and the messy condition of his life. He relished the isolation until he had to rescue Zara from the stormy sea. Then the storm reached full level in the cabin.

Part Three
Zana and Dara settle into the beginnings of a permanent relationship and she thinks she’s finally found happiness and security. Then her past comes back to smack her in the face.  

Part Four
Dealing with a messy and humiliating breakup with her Dom, Bree Donovan welcomed the invitation to leave Chicago for meeting with a potential client in Texas. An impulsive attendance at a private BDSM gathering wiped all other thoughts from her mind the moment Rafe Morales claimed her as his for the evening. 

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