Ok, so I TOTALLY already pre-ordered this - and you'd better too. Right now it's 99 cents, but that price won't last after the book is released. So read through and go order yours. I've read a few of these books included, and they are AMAZING. You will not be disappointed!!
Make Me: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire
Take a trip
to the dark side with 12 books by some of the hottest names in edgy romance,
including USA Today Bestselling authors CJ Roberts, Eliza Gayle, and Aleatha
Romig!
Pam Godwin - Beneath the Burn
Skye Warren - Wanderlust
Claire Thompson - Enslaved
Cari Silverwood - Take Me Break Me
Annabel Joseph - Comfort Object
Aleatha Romig - Consequences
Shoshanna Evers - The Man Who Holds the Whip
Annika Martin - The Hostage Bargain
Jasmine Haynes - Take Your Pleasure
Eliza Gayle - Play With Me
Pepper Winters - Tears of Tess
CJ Roberts - Captive in the Dark
For pre-order and release week only, this set will cost 99 cents. These full-length e-books would cost over $40 if purchased separately. This set will only be available for a limited time, so order your copy now!
Pam Godwin - Beneath the Burn
Skye Warren - Wanderlust
Claire Thompson - Enslaved
Cari Silverwood - Take Me Break Me
Annabel Joseph - Comfort Object
Aleatha Romig - Consequences
Shoshanna Evers - The Man Who Holds the Whip
Annika Martin - The Hostage Bargain
Jasmine Haynes - Take Your Pleasure
Eliza Gayle - Play With Me
Pepper Winters - Tears of Tess
CJ Roberts - Captive in the Dark
For pre-order and release week only, this set will cost 99 cents. These full-length e-books would cost over $40 if purchased separately. This set will only be available for a limited time, so order your copy now!
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About the Authors
Thank you
for considering MAKE ME: Twelve tales of dark desire. We hope you enjoy your
trip! Please check out the contributing authors to find out more about their
books and upcoming events.
Aleatha
Romig - Consequences
Skye Warren
- Wanderlust
Eliza Gayle
- Play With Me
Cari
Silverwood - Take Me, Break Me
Jasmine
Haynes - Take Your Pleasure
Pam Godwin –
Beneath the Burn
Annabel
Joseph – Comfort Object
Claire
Thompson – Enslaved
Annika
Martin – The Hostage Bargain
Shoshanna
Evers – The Man Who Holds the Whip
Pepper
Winters – Tears of Tess
CJ Roberts –
Captive in the Dark
Excerpt from Beneath the Burn by Pam Godwin
A woman with a white-blonde pixie haircut backed out of the shop
and dammit if he couldn’t stop himself from gawking. She was slender, but not
in a bones-pressing-skin kind of way. She had a figure that could only be toned
with good nutrition and rigorous activity. Oh yeah, she was built for stamina.
She locked the door, and turned toward him, tipping back her head.
The bluest eyes he’d ever seen stared up at him. They were ringed with navy and
glimmered with silver flecks. They were also wide with...fear? No, that
couldn’t be it if her smile were anything to go by. Her beautiful face seemed
to swallow up the glow of the streetlamps, the passing headlights, the
goddamned moon.
“Hi.” Her smile wavered. “You look lost. Can I help?”
Oh Christ, her voice. It was the complete package, like the full-bodied Fsus2
chord humming from the hole in his Martin Acoustic. Gentle, cool, hypnotic--
“You’re lost, right?”
She had no idea. “Just found what I’m looking for.” Smooth, Jay. What the hell
was he doing?.
Excerpt from Wanderlust by Skye Warren
“The man over there has paid for your meal.
He’d like to join you.”
I blinked, not
really understanding. The gentleness of her voice unnerved me. More than
guilt—pity.
“I’m sorry.” I
fumbled with the words. “I’ve already eaten. I’m done.”
“You have food
left on your plate. Doesn’t matter how much you want to eat anyway.” She paused
and then carefully strung each word along the sentence. “He requests the
pleasure of your company.”
My heart sped up,
the first stirrings of fear.
I supposed I
should feel flattered, and I did, in a way. He was a handsome man, and he’d
noticed me. Of course, I was the only woman around besides the waitress, so it
wasn’t a huge accomplishment. But I wasn’t prepared for fielding this kind of
request. Was this a common thing, to pay for another woman’s meal?
It was a given
that I should say no. Whatever he wanted from me, I couldn’t give him, so it
was only a question of letting him down nicely.
“Please tell him
thank you for the offer. I appreciate it, I do. But you see, I really am
finished with my meal and pretty tired, so I’m afraid it won’t be possible for
him to join me. Or to pay for my meal. In fact, I’d like the check, please.”
Her lips firmed.
Little lines appeared between her brows, and with a sinking feeling I
recognized something else: fear.
“Look, I know you aren’t from around here,
but that there is Hunter Bryant.” When I didn’t react to the name, her frown
deepened. “Here’s a little advice from one woman to another. There are some men
you just don’t say no to. Didn’t your mama ever warn you about men like that?”
Excerpt from Consequences by Aleatha Romig
One evening, Catherine told Claire that Mr.
Rawlings wouldn’t be home until late. Claire didn’t like vague terms like late.
Normally she would wait in her suite to see if he came to her, but the day was
scorching and she knew late could mean not at all. With the
sunset, she decided to take a swim.
Walking to the pool, Claire realized she
rarely ventured out of her suite at night. The house seemed eerily quiet, like
a museum after closing. The staff were mostly retired to their rooms and the
lights were low. Her flip-flops echoed as she stepped onto the marble floor at
the base of the staircase. After four months, Claire didn’t need lights; she
knew her way through the arches and into the sitting room. She paused at the
windows and looked out to the pool. The water changed from pink to green to
yellow to purple to blue to clear and back to pink. The deck lights were off,
creating the illusion of a colorful abyss engulfed in complete darkness. She
considered turning on the deck lights and decided against it.
Stepping into the summer night, the air sat
heavy and still. The contrast from the air conditioning reminded her why she
stayed indoors all day. Looking toward heaven she knew she made the right
decision about the lights. The velvety sky glistened with a million stars. The
water enveloped her body as she walked down the steps, its temperature barely
varied from the air and she quickly submerged herself. After swimming a few
laps she floated on her back, watching the sky and thinking about
constellations. Suddenly, Claire froze.
Deep in thought and enjoying the stars, she
realized Tony was standing at the edge of the pool. He’d been speaking, but her
ears were submerged and she couldn’t hear him. Seeing his silhouette from the
lights of the fountain startled her. She lifted her head out of the water to
clear her ears and began to tread water.
“Tony, you startled me. Catherine said you
wouldn’t be home until late.” She couldn’t see his eyes. She waited for him to
respond. He stood in silence for a moment; she thought about talking. While she
debated, he walked to a chair hidden in darkness. When he returned she could
only see his silhouette but knew he was now nude.
Still not speaking, Tony dove into the pool.
He swam up to Claire and wrapped his arms around her. Within seconds, Claire’s
bathing suit disappeared. His actions were fast and rough. Their mouths united
as their tongues wildly searched for one another. He moved from her lips to the
nape of her neck and all places in between. The pool depth allowed Tony to
touch but not Claire. She wrapped her legs around his torso, allowing him to
support her. He continued to nuzzle her neck, lifting her body so her round
supple breasts found his lips. His kisses became nips and he gently bit the
tips of her hard nipples. Claire groaned with pleasure.
His hurried movements caused his bristled face
to scratch her soft skin. However, the pain of his beard was quickly forgotten
as the pleasure from his touch filled her consciousness. His mouth tantalized
and his hands explored. Claire’s back arched as she pressed her breasts toward
his mouth and wrapped her fingers in his wet hair. In the silence of the
country night her moans echoed as her body convulsed. Though the night was hot,
Claire’s arms and legs cloaked with goose bumps.
Tony eventually led Claire out of the pool,
onto a chaise lounge. He resumed his exploration but not with his hands. They
still hadn’t spoken. Claire’s mind teetered between the cognizant he doesn’t
seem upset and the unconscious ecstasy. His actions slowed, became
more deliberate and sensual, causing sensations deep inside of her. She held on
to his massive shoulders and accepted everything he had to offer.
The carnal heat intensified by the night’s
humidity instigated perspiration. Claire tasted it as her lips and tongue
seduced his neck. The salty sweat mixed with chlorine creating an amazing
potion. When he finished they were both moist, more from one another than the
pool.
Panting, they lay still, listening to the
cicadas and crickets. Finally, with a grin, Tony spoke, “Good evening, Claire.”
His eyes were soft suede brown. “I wasn’t happy when you weren’t in your
suite.” Claire started to speak but stopped as Tony’s finger lightly touched
her lips. “But your idea of a swim on this hot evening was much better than
what I planned.”
Claire smiled. They moved back into the water
to cool off, but found that even in the water they had problems staying cool.
Tears of Tess by Pepper Winters
I jerked upright, ignoring the pain of his
elbow. I feinted to the side, kicking his kneecap. His leg gave out, but he
caught himself on the edge of the table. “Don’t fight. You’ll only make it
worse.”
How many times had I heard that? And every time it turned out to be the truth.
But I couldn’t not fight. I’d never be able to live with myself.
I breathed so hard my lungs ached. I looked frantically for the stairs. Where
the hell were the fucking stairs?
I made to run, just as Q recovered. He lurched and wrapped arms around my
heaving chest, dragging us to the floor. We landed in a pile of limbs, my rib
screaming. Q’s fly was undone, trousers hanging precariously on his hips. My
knickers were bunched to the side and oversensitive flesh swollen, needing a
release. No! I’m not turned on. I’m not broken. Not yet.
Manic possession scorched his eyes, and I slapped him. Q reared back, lips twisted.
Violence bristled as he slammed me down, securing himself above.
I froze, locking my knees together so he couldn’t settle between my legs. He
clutched my chin, forcing me to look deep into his gaze. “What are you?”
I squirmed, hating the hunger in his voice, echoing the budding need in mine. I
was sick to think I ever wanted this with Brax. But I never wanted this with
Brax. I wanted light role-play, tame bondage, nothing like this. Please, not
like this.
Q shocked me silent as he kissed my throat. He lingered, breathing deep. My
stomach flipped. Pulling back, shock resonated in his face, as if he hadn’t
meant to resort to being gentle.
A conflict of emotions skittered in his eyes, dampening undisguised lust,
twisting it into something else. He sounded regretful, “Say it, and I’ll let
you go. I won’t hurt you. I won’t rape you. Not tonight.”
I bit my lip. If I said it, I threw myself at his mercy, but if I didn’t say
it, I’d be raped and I couldn’t handle that. Not after the trauma of everything.
Not after my entire world dumped me and left me bereft. Especially not with my
body being enemy number one.
“Esclave, say it.” His mouth tickled my ear again, words vibrating through
flesh.
My fight drained, the will to disobey unspooled into meekness. “Yours,” I
breathed, sick to my stomach, wanting to scrub my mouth out.
He kissed me, so, so softly, smelling like mint and lust—if lust had a smell.
“Again.”
I shook my head, trying to get free. Q’s arms banded tighter, dragging me
against his rock hard erection. “Don’t test me. My strength to let you go is
almost at breaking point. Push again, and I won’t be able to stop.”
“Why hesitate? That’s what you mean to do, isn’t it? Ruin me. Keep me captive.
A sex slave. Treat me like some animal to use and abuse?” I whispered, but my
tone crackled with anger, fierce and bright.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to take from you,” he murmured. My
heart stopped. His tone hinted his thoughts—remorse.
“What do you want, then?” I raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Q paused, a flutter of fingers caressed my arm, imprisoning me, then stopped as
if he did so unconsciously. “You know what I want, esclave.”
My heart hurt. I couldn’t keep up. One moment he touched as if I were an
irreplaceable piece of art, the next he held me as if I was a bitch needing a
lesson. He shook me, growling in my ear. “I need you to say it again, then you
can go.”
Two options. Two decisions. Neither was easy. Both had consequences. But, for
now, I chose the one protecting my virtue for another night.
I hung my head and murmured, “Yours.”
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