Follow along as Jude teaches Ronnie her new place in his life while battling the rising need to kill...while Ronnie adapts to Jude's mysterious ways and increasing demands...and as Donovan hunts Jude and fights his own dark urges.This is the second instal
Jude Hollister kills. Born with everything, wanting for nothing, murder has become his addiction. He kills women who entice him. He immortalizes them while they’re still young and beautiful. How will he manage to save the one woman he loves?Ronnie Lapie
With Donovan closing in, his feelings growing for Ronnie, and the sudden realization where their paths crossed before, Jude's composure might be cracking.Will Donovan get the CK? Will Jude make a fatal mistake? Will Patty make it out alive? And will we ev
Tired of hearts & flowers? Does the sight of teddy bears make you want to throw up in your mouth? Like your erotica as dark as your soul and just as twisted? Indulge your SINISTER DESIRES with these ten delectable tales of forbidden fancy from previou
Words are funny things.Their meaning, the pictures they paint in the minds of those that hear them: they’re not always the same and to me at least, that makes them meaningless.Take for instance the phrase ‘black widow’. Those words conjure the image
I am a Master. You must know this fact to understand my story.I capture women. I break them down. And I rebuild them. If they are lucky, they are sold into the professional hands of another Master. If they are less fortunate, they are buried beneath the g
School from nine to four. Bartending from nine to two.Wake up and do it all over again.All while depending on no one but myself… because everyone in my life has repeatedly let me down.I cling to the one thing that will always remain a constant in my lif
She caught my attention the first day I was seated in her class.Her dark red hair fell in waves down her back and her alabaster skin appeared to sparkle under the lights of the lecture hallI'd admired her from a distance, never speaking or doing anything
I’m not sure what I was thinking that day. It was a normal Thursday, nothing new or exciting had occurred in the morning. I’d risen from bed, taken a shower and brushed my teeth. I’d then jumped on the 8:05 bus that ran a short distance between my h
