His Lady — Boston Doms book 5!

We have exciting news, readers! His Lady (Boston Doms Book 5) is coming Friday, February 24th!



Elena Slater grew up on the streets of New York City, as the baby sister of Alexander “Slay” Slater. She knows how to hold her own, and she’s anything but submissive. Sure, all her closest friends are members of The Club, Boston’s most well-respected BDSM playground, and she can’t help but see the appeal of power exchange, especially when it comes to the sexy, ultra-dominant, and much-older Blake Coleman. But that could never be more than a fantasy for a girl like her… could it?

Blake Coleman, grieving the loss of his wife and long-term submissive, spent the past year retreating from the world. But he’s slowly recognized it’s time to reconnect with his friends, and reassert his place as Master Blake, the founder of The Club. It’s a full-time job, especially when Alexander Slater’s little sister is determined to push his buttons. He’s all too tempted to teach her a lesson, but he refuses to give into the rampant arousal she awakens in him with her sass. She’s far too young and mouthy for the likes of him.

But when Blake and Elena find themselves caught up in a nasty smear campaign motivated by revenge, the two adversaries must form an alliance, and they can no longer deny the magnetic attraction between them. What will happen when the sassy spitfire collides with Boston’s most well-known and respected dominant? 
His Lady, book five in the Boston Doms series, is a standalone novel. It contains elements of BDSM, including bondage and the discipline of adult women.

How about an excerpt? 😉

He pulled his mouth off hers just long enough to whisper a heated, furious, desperate, “Elena.”

Her voice unnaturally low, pled with him. “God, I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch.”

His forehead up against hers, he grinned, actually grinned, those wrinkles around his eyes creasing. “You’ll pay for those bitchy comments, little girl,” he crooned in her ear. Her eyes closed as heat flared in across her chest.

“Make me pay,” she begged. “Make me fucking pay.”

She heard the sound of his belt buckle unfastening. God. Was he going to fuck her or spank her, and did it even matter? She wanted all of it. She wanted all of him. The swish of the leather being pulled through the loops made her legs clench. She opened her eyes and bit her lip as he took his belt in hand, doubled it over, and pushed her back up against the desk.

“You wanna pay?” he growled in her ear.

“Yesssss,” she moaned. The buckle hit the desk seconds before his hands reached to the front of her jeans, nimbly unfastening and shoving them down so she could step out. He took one moment to draw his hand across her inner thigh before he pushed her legs apart, positioning them so her ass was on prominent display, her panties around her ankles now. God, she was bared to Blake and she’d never been so turned on in her life. Fuck, could he see her honey glistening on her thighs? She was gonna come just from being stripped by him.

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Saturday Spankings — someone’s in a heap of trouble.

It’s Saturday, and that always means it’s time for a spanking ’round these parts! 😉 Today, I’m sharing an excerpt from Her Outlaw Daddy, now available on audio with whispersync options! That means that if you already own the Kindle version, for a small fee you can add narration so that you can pick the book up wherever you are (I love that option!). Curious about the audio version? Check out the ENTIRE FIRST CHAPTER HERE.

Cole and Aida are a fiery couple — Cole is the strong, bossy, take-charge kinda man Aida is reluctantly drawn to, and Aida is the spoiled but innocent young woman Cole is privileged to tame. In today’s excerpt, Aida is in a heap of trouble…


“You’re hurting my hand,” she protested, trying again to pull away.

“Darlin’, I’m gonna hurt more than your hand.”

“You brute!” she said in a furious whisper.

“At your service,” he replied with a dark chuckle. “And you’re a brat, so don’t we make a pair.”

“Let go!” she said, trying again to pull away, and she even kicked her foot at him. They were now a good enough distance away from the rest of the crew, so he no longer had to endure her childish fits in silence. He spun her around and gave her two rapid swats over her clothed bottom, which made her stomp the ground, but he held fast. Dragging her to a tall white birch tree, he pushed her so that her back was up against it. Her eyes flashed at him, splotches of angry red on her cheeks as she glared.

His own anger rose as he narrowed his eyes at her. “Young lady, you’ve earned yourself a good lickin’. You’ll stand here until I call you to me, and if you move, I’ll finish our little talk tonight with a good round with my strap.” He paused and dropped his voice. “If you think I’m lyin’, darlin’, try me.”


Now available in both e-book and audio.

Her Outlaw Daddy

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Nominations are in! Have you voted yet?

Hello, readers, we have exciting news!! Many of our books have received nominations for the 2016 “Best of Spanking Romance Reviews!”


Best BDSM: My Dom

Best general historical spanking romance and best cover: The Pirate’s Captive

Best ageplay: His Submissive

Best dark romance: Her Outlaw Daddy

Best overall spanking romance: Claimed on the Frontier

Best series: The Boston Doms


Have you voted yet? Head on over to the Spanking Romance Reviews!! All votes must be in before January 31st.

WIP it up Wednesday — upcoming barbarian

Welcome to this week’s rendition of “WIP it up Wednesday,” the blog hop where we get a sneak peak into seeing what everyone’s working on! Today, I’m sharing a snippet from my upcoming dystopian sci-fi. I am fondly calling this “my barbarian,” but the working title is The Warrior King (that will most certainly change but I’m still working it). This is the book whose hero is modeled after the uber-stern Khal Drogo.



Carina, mate to the Warrior King, is subject to punishment when she defies the king’s commands. Here is a lengthy excerpt from an aftercare scene that shows even barbarians can have a soft side.


“I hold her until she stills, her tears finally slowing. She does not tell me what is on her heart, but I can feel it, sense it. I know she is mourning the loss of her home planet, but there is more. I am not sure yet what it is, but she clings to me upon my chest, an almost desperate holding on…

After a moment of silence, she asks, “Will those men really hang because of me?”

I frown. It is an honest question, but it angers me to be reminded of their filthy hands on her. Vengeance still flares within me. It is only out of deference to her wishes that they do not lie now, heaped in shallow graves.

“They will,” I state. “They laid hands on the king’s woman. They stole what did not belong to them.”

“It is a harsh penalty,” she says. Her reaction puzzles me.

“You think it harsh, little one? You come from a land that ends the life of humans past their prime, and infants who bear marks of imperfection. And you think it harsh that in this land, those who choose defy the law are accordingly punished? We are no more savage than those on Freanoss. The only difference is that here, people have the choice. Those men chose poorly.”

She lifts her tear-stained face to mine. “You speak lies,” she whispers.

She is brave to accuse me of such when I have just striped her soundly for disobedience. I am well within my rights to punish her again for such an accusation, but I will not. Her words need further probing. I am surprised for a moment that she accuses me of lying. Is she not aware of the ways of her people?

“I do not,” I say to her. “I wish to find what your thoughts are on the ways of your people. And you will tell me why you have come here. But I must meet with my counsel shortly, and news I have received today makes the meeting imperative.”

Her eyes look troubled and her lip trembles. “You must leave me?” she asks. The minute the words leave her mouth, she casts her eyes down. She seems as if she regrets speaking so frankly, but it is clear my little one does not wish for us to be separated.

I kiss her forehead again, this time threading my fingers through her hair and resting them on her neck as I do so. “Would you prefer I not meet with my men?” I ask.

She is quiet and does not respond, a little finger tracing along the dark, curly hair on my chest. “It is strange, how you have hair on your chest,” she says.

I stifle a chuckle. It is endearing how she’s changed the subject, but she must learn to answer me when I ask her a question.

“Carina,” I warn. Her eyes widen as she looks up at my tone. I tug a lock of hair.

“Yes?” she whispers.

“Answer the question. Do you wish me to stay with you?”

She closes her eyes briefly, biting her lip. She does not speak, but nods.

Though I wish to have her near, and also wish to be present at the counsel, it occurs to me that much of what I need to learn I’ve already learned at this morning’s gathering. I have an option that may work in our favor.

“If you wish me to stay, then it will be so,” I say softly, bringing the hand that lay on my chest to my lips, and kissing her fingers. “I will give the orders necessary so that I may be informed, but I shall stay with you. Yes,” I say, sure now that my decision is the right one. “I shall stay with you.”

She pushes herself up from my chest and her eyes, bright from crying, and her cheeks flushed. My desire for her grows with every second that passes with her skin against mine, with her complete and utter submission to me, dependent on me to take care of her. I pull her closer, crushing her mouth in a heated kiss. I hold her neck in my hand as my mouth explores hers, the sweet, vulnerable, softness of her lips pressed against mine. I feel her naked body pushing against me, her hips grinding as my hands finds her breasts. I groan from the perfect feel of her satiny skin, her nipples pebbling with each stroke of my thumbs. Her desire is mounting as I kiss her, little mews and gasps as my hands rove her body.

I push up, gently moving her so that she is now on the bed and I am over her, she pinned beneath me. I brace myself with one hand as the other cups her breast. I take my mouth from hers with a moan of regret as my lips travel down her naked skin, past the flushed skin just under her neck. My tongue laps at her collarbone. She moans, her hips rising, as my mouth travels lower still to her nipple. I flick out my tongue, taking her nipple in my mouth, sucking. Her head drops back, her mouth open as she moans and writhes.

“Ohhhh,” she sighs, as I continue to tease her breasts with my tongue, but move one hand between her legs. Her hips push together, effectively barring me from touching her.

I lift my hand and spank her thigh, a sharp swat. “You will not prevent me from touching what is mine,” I growl, pushing my hand between her legs again, spreading her thighs apart.

“My…my lord…” she stammers, her thighs still closed together. She is stubborn, tenacious, willful. I thrill at the challenge to tame her.

“Open your legs. You do as I say or I shall take you across my knee a second time. Do not try me, Carina.”

Her eyes closed shut, biting her lip, she slowly spreads her legs apart. I inhale deeply, intoxicated by the scent of her. It is not merely fear I smell but all of her, the sweetness, the sultry, the arousal…”


Look for this upcoming release March 10th! Stay tuned for the final release date.


Looking for other tantalizing excerpts? Look no further! Below is the link to the other snippets. I’m having some tech issues getting it to work, but you can find today’s excerpts on this post!



Taking In Dani – A guest visit with Kara Kelley!

covertakingindaniWe are so excited to welcome debut author Kara Kelley to the blog today! If you follow Jane or me on Facebook, you know that Kara’s new book, Taking in Dani, was one of our favorite recent reads! It’s hot, sweet, and oh-so romantic!

Here’s the blurb:
Dani Torkaz has no room in her life for a romance with anyone, let alone with “God’s gift to women” Adam Fiori, but everything changes when circumstances compel her to accept a job as a nanny to his two young children.

Adam makes it clear that he will have no patience for rudeness, and it isn’t long before her sharp tongue earns Dani a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking. The stern punishment sets more than just her backside on fire, however, and she is left begging to be taken hard and thoroughly.

As she settles into her new position, Dani finds herself feeling like she is part of a real family for the first time in her life, and her lust for her stern, handsome boss begins to blossom into love. But Adam has secrets he isn’t sharing, and Dani has been hurt too many times to give him the benefit of the doubt. Can he win her trust before the wounds of the past destroy their future?

Publisher’s Note: Taking in Dani includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Ready to read a hot excerpt??

Fiori is asleep, slumped on his expensive leather sofa with his phone still gripped in his hand. I swallow hard as I shut the door as quietly as I can. He starts awake and scrubs his unshaven face with both hands before he sits up and looks at me.

“What time is it?” he asks groggily.

“Seven,” I answer and set my purse on the little table by the door.

“Seven A.M.?” His eyes clear and his mouth presses in a firm hard line. “Where the hell were you last night?” he asks, his voice stabs me right in the diaphragm and crotch.

He’s angry— blood-boiling angry. “When did you get home?”

“I walked to Fran’s after work.” I didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to burn angrier but they do. “I didn’t come home.”

“You walked at eleven at night and stayed over without bothering to tell me you weren’t coming home? You knew I was waiting for you.”

“I feel bad today, Adam. Last night I was too angry to care that you were waiting for me. Don’t push me back into pissy.” I walk briskly to the kitchen and start the coffee.

“Apparently too angry to regard your safety, too,” he adds and yanks my arm to pull me to face him. I grit my teeth and glare at his hand on my arm. His jaw looks painfully tight, as well, but I don’t back down. He releases me suddenly and gathers a breath.

“I’m going to be late for a meeting, but I’m telling you right now, this isn’t over. In fact, it isn’t even close to started!” His hand finds my chin and forces my eyes to his. “You can be mad all you want, but we both know you were wrong. My mistake came from a place of care and concern and yours was vindictive and inconsiderate.”

I swallow. Adam’s right. I swear under my breath and look away.

“That’s right, little girl, you know it too.” He stalks off, and I take a moment to breathe before continuing to make coffee. He’s back before the machine even begins to percolate. He grabs me roughly again and this time, he doesn’t release me while he opens a drawer and pulls out a wooden spoon. He pushes my front against the counter and the spoon splats against my scrub-clad bottom. The material is thin and the spoon unforgiving—full force, I’m sure. I gasp and bite my squeals, thinking of the children on the other side of the condo. My fingers turn white as I grip the counter.

“Adam, the kids!” I manage through a hissed breath, but then I’m squeezing my eyes tightly and squirming to avoid yet another punishing swat. He presses further on me to keep me still and then his hand reaches around the front of me to once again pull the string that keeps my bottoms up. I whimper and wish they wouldn’t betray me by slumping down my legs so easily—again.

“I just checked. They’re asleep.” The spoon stings and bites my flesh and I have to lower my mouth to my forearm to cry out into it. I can’t wake the kids. I try to drop to avoid another punishing swat, but when I do, he pins me tighter. His swats increase and I start to sob dryly. He tosses the spoon in the sink and straightforwardly pulls my pants up. He spins me to face him, tying the strings quickly.

“That was just a taste of what’s coming.” His words bite out through clenched teeth. He clasps my chin between a finger and thumb again and even though I can see he’s trying to ignore my tears there’s compassion in his eyes, too. “You are getting a hell of a thrashing when I get you alone.” I nod through blurring eyes. “I’ve never been so worried in my whole God-damned life!”

“Okay. I’m sorry,” I say with a shudder. His hard look melts and he pulls me into his chest. He kisses my head and leans down to whisper into the crook of my neck.

“You undo me, Daniela Torkaz. I don’t know how or why, but you do.” He pulls back and looks me in the eye. “I waited at your bus stop half the night,” he croaks, and I can’t help but dissolve into tears and snuggle as deep as I can into him. “Clara made a fortune.”

This time, when he pulls me back, I cling like an octopus. “Please,” I beg. “Don’t go. I need you.” I let out a small desperate cry. “I fight it, Adam, fight it so hard, but I do. God, I do! I need you.”

He grabs both my shoulders and lifts me to my toes so he can take my mouth. His is hot and demanding, and I yield to his forceful lips and tongue. I’m molten and dizzy with want. I grab for his clothes, and he handcuffs my wrists like he did before with one hand.

He shoves me roughly against his gargantuan high-end refrigerator keeping my hands pinned above my head and torments a nipple through my t-shirt making me writhe. His mouth follows and heat blast through both the material and my core. His hand burrows in my hair and yanks my face to his. As our mouths mate, he releases my wrists and grabs my sore ass with both hands pulling me up, so my center presses against his hard bulge. I bury my hands in his hair, and his face burrows into my neck. I’m ready to combust when I hear the big bag of blocks crash onto the floor.

“The kids. The kids!” I whisper urgently. He drops my legs and cocks his brow. Adam’s gaze isn’t aimed at the living room where I’m sure Charlie is knee deep in blocks. It’s aimed at me.

“Dani,” he pants. “We’ll finish this later. First the spanking of your life and then your ravaging.”

Nadia comes into the kitchen, and we both pretend to be busy. Me getting two mugs and him grabbing the cream from the fridge. She eyes us both


skeptically. I note how disheveled Adam looks and know I’ve been pawed far more.

“Good morning,” I say, still a little breathless. “What would you like for breakfast?”

Her brow quirks in the same high arch as Adam’s, but she finally walks out. “Charlie, what do you want for breakfast? It’s your choice today.” I hear Nadia ask. I let out a breath and lean my hip against the counter. Adam grins cheekily and hands me the spoon from the sink. “Bring that to your apartment.” When I look down at it in my hands, he swats my ass making me lurch from its tenderness. I rub it as he whistles out of the room.

PHEW! Such amazing characters!!

Taking in Dani is available on Amazon, and you’ll wanna get your copy NOW!

Want to know more about Kara?

Kara Kelley is a naughty Canuck (that’s a Canadian for those of you that don’t know), who loves spanks, a little bondage, tantalizing creative sex (trust me, honey this sh*t is gonna rock our world) and TIM HORTON’S. She’s full of playful mischief, loyalty and maybe some stubbornness, but she’ll never admit it. And she believes living in a secluded cabin in the woods (including good WIFI, a stocked Kindle, and plenty of chocolate) with her husband would be absolute bliss.

How to find Kara:
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Her Outlaw Daddy — teaser audio!

I’m so excited to announce that the audio version of Her Outlaw Daddy is under final review, and will be ready for your listening pleasure any day now! Curious what it sounds like? I’ve uploaded a bit of a teaser for you — the entire first chapter. Enjoy! Watch this space for an announcement when the entire audio version is live!

Her Outlaw Daddy by: Jane Henry                                          Narrated by: Ken Solin


Seller of dreams

In recent years, when I’ve shared with friends and family that I write romance and young adult novels, though the response is typically very positive, I’ve gotten quite a few comments that were not.

“I’m writing a real novel,” one friend said to me, and another, “I’m enjoying this book because parts of it are a real novel, not just a romance,” and once, “anyone can string a bunch of dirty words together.”

The stigma against romance is very real, pervasive, and frankly, unfair.

Romance is a broad category, and though erotic romance has only been around for several decades, (thank you, Kathleen Woodiwiss, for being a pioneer for us!) romance in general has been around since the beginning of time. The story of love is foundational, and at the root of many classic stories some wouldn’t even consider “romance.” How did Spiderman feel about Mary Jane? Lois Lane and Superman? Hell, even Princess Leia fell for Han Solo. Let’s be honest. The story of love is not new, and it isn’t a lesser story than other artistic pursuit. It’s at the very heart.

Why, then, the stigma? In an effort to draw readership, many famous publishers pushed the “bodice ripper” paperbacks, adorned with scantily-clad women with skirts raked up cover.jpgabove the knee, cleavage spilling out of their dresses, Fabio’s chiseled chest drawing mocking guffaws and eye rolls. Few who mock have actually seen what lays between the pages of those books, chalking it up to mere smut, trashy books that serve no real literary purpose. They have no idea that romance novels are indeed very literary, and for many reasons, deserve not only to be recognized as legitimate contributions to literary art, but worthy in their own right. Many romance writers, myself included, embrace their mission to write well-crafted escapism, and for good reason.

Years ago, I attended an RWA conference, and keynote speaker Kristan Higgins moved us all to tears, as she recounted her own journey to becoming a romance writer. I have never forgotten what she said, as she spoke of her experience giving birth to a premature baby. She spoke of waking in the middle of the night, terrified that her one-pound-baby had died while she slept, and that she’d never be able to hold him again. Hundreds of us in that audience wiped away tears as she bravely told her story. “I would reach for a romance novel to help me escape the fear,” she said, then looked out at the audience of romance writers. “Thank you.”

I write for the mother whose heart breaks because her baby is ill, her daughter left home, or her son is stationed overseas. I write to give hope to the young woman who has yet to taste the sweetness of true, dedicated, undying love from a man who would lay down his very life for her. I write for the woman who’s buried her husband, experienced heartbreaking loss, or tasted the bitter cup of unrequited love.

This past week, I had a few hard days. They were nothing terrible, or tragic, but they were hard, and there were a few times I couldn’t sleep. I was so very grateful to be able to pick up a book and escape for a little while, to retreat, give myself a little reprieve, and put my spiraling mind to rest. It was needed, and I was thankful to the author who gave me that gift, and thankful that it is my privilege as a romance writer to give that gift to others.

Recently, I met a salesman who asked me what I did for work. “I’m a writer,” I told him. When he asked me what I write, I told him I write romance.

“Ah,” he said, with a smile. “So you sell dreams.”

I like that. Seller of Dreams.

It is my firm conviction that the romance genre isn’t sub-par, less literary, or frivolous. We write novels that take readers away to a place they’ve never been, while experiencing the joy of a shared human experience.

I am not ashamed of romance, but quite proud to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the very people who bring such beauty to the literary world.

Her Outlaw Daddy — WIP it up Wednesday

Morning, WIPsters! I love reading quotes in this blog hop, and it’s so fun when I have one of my own to share with you!

I have my first-ever dark western coming out soon, and I’m excited to share an excerpt with you!

Aida Perkins has lived a life of privilege, until the day Cole and his crew kidnap her from her childhood home, as ransom for what her daddy owes them. Aida is told she is expected to obey the leader of them all….

“I know who you are,” he said. “And you’ll listen to me now without a fight. I’ll tell you exactly what I expect of you, and you’d do well to do as I say, or I’ll take that strap I have hangin’ on the side of my horse, and tan your backside. You understand me, Aida Marie Perkins?” 

The use of her full name and the threat of the strap made her stomach clench. She looked to the saddle of his horse, where a folded piece of sturdy leather did indeed hang, next to a stout riding quirt, ready for use. She wondered why he had it and how often he used it. He eyed her thoughtfully for a minute, his eyes filled with steely conviction. She knew in her gut he would indeed make good on his promise. Glaring at him, she nodded.

“My gripe ain’t with you,” he said, “But with your father. You’re comin’ with us as our captive, ransom against what your daddy owes us. We have a long, dangerous journey ahead of us, and there are rules you’ll be expected to follow. You hear me?”

Aida shifted, still glaring, and refused to answer. His eyes rested on the strap. Noting the silent threat, Aida felt fear claw at her chest for a quick minute. She nodded.

His eyes focused on hers for a moment before he continued. “You’ll do as I say. Everyone in our company obeys me, you and the other four men I have with me. There’s no room for disobedience or disrespect. That means you’ll eat what I feed you, come when I call you, and do what I say. Anything short of complete obedience, and I’ll punish you.” He paused as his words sank in. “Soundly.”

Coming in early December!


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Dominic by Natasha Knight — live!

Dominic by Natasha Knight is LIVE!

“Dominic crackles with delicious darkness and badass beauty. I loved every brilliant, twisted second of it!” ~NYT Bestselling author Annika Martin

“No hero is as dark and sexy as Dominic Benedetti. This book was so raw in the best of ways. A definite read. Natasha Knight out did herself on this one.” ~ Alta Hensley, USA Today Bestseller


Fashionable handsome young man posing in studio


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dominic-ebook-2I was the boy who would never be king. The monster who could never be loved.

Gia was just a job. Just another girl caught in a world of monsters.

It didn’t matter that I liked the look of her.
I didn’t care that she cringed when she saw my soul.
I liked it.
I liked her fear.
And I wanted her.

Monsters didn’t get to live happily ever after, though. I knew one day I’d have to go back. Because time neither forgave nor forgot.

And neither did I.

Old debts needed to be settled. Enemies punished. It was past time I returned to the family business. I’d been gone far too long.


All my life, I believed in fairy tales. Not the Disney kind. Never those. I always knew life was darker than that.

I was the daughter of a foot soldier. The sister of a snitch. A nobody.

Monsters had been part of my life for as long as I could remember, but none as dark as Dominic Benedetti. None as cruel. None as broken.

I had no illusions about what he was. I had no desire to save his soul. And I couldn’t care about his bleeding heart.

But love isn’t always beautiful. It could be a twisted, ugly bitch.

I’d always known this was the kind I’d find. The only kind that could touch me.

Because some of us, we belonged in the dark.
And Dominic and I belonged in the dark.dominic-beauty

Author’s Note: Dominic is a steamy standalone romance. He is the ultimate Anti-Hero, so be prepared for a crazy, rough ride. To fully understand Dominic’s actions, I recommend reading the first book in the Benedetti Brothers duet, Salvatore.

This book is intended for mature readers. No cliffhanger and no cheating.

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It all started with a contract signed by him, then by me, while our families watched. While my father sat silent, a man defeated, giving his daughter to the Benedetti monsters.

I obeyed. I played my part. I signed my name and gave away my life. I became their living, breathing trophy, a constant symbol of their power over us.

That was five years ago.

Then came the time for him to claim me. For Salvatore Benedetti to own me.
I had vowed vengeance. I had learned hate. And yet, nothing could have prepared me for the man who now ruled my life.

I expected a monster, one I would destroy. But nothing is ever black or white. No one is either good or evil. For all his darkness, I saw his light. For all his evil, I saw his good. As much as he made me hate him, a passion hotter than the fires of hell burned inside me.

I was his, and he was mine.

My very own monster.


I owned the DeMarco Mafia Princess. She belonged to me now. We had won, and they had lost. And what better way to teach a lesson than to take from them that which is most precious? Most beloved?

I was the boy who would be king. Next in line to rule the Benedetti Family. Lucia DeMarco was the spoils of war. Mine to do with as I pleased.

It was my duty to break her. To make her life a living hell. My soul was dark, I was hell bound. And there was no way out, not for either of us. Because the Benedetti family never lost, and in our wake, we left destruction. It’s how it had always been. How I believed it would always be.

Until Lucia.

Author’s Note: Salvatore and Lucia’s story is a steamy standalone romance with a happily-ever-after. No cliffhanger and no cheating. It is intended for mature readers.


About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling author Natasha Knight writes dark romance as well as spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, paranormal, post-apocalyptic, science-fiction and fantasy. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller in multiple categories forever searching in every story for that single most important element of love. All of her stories contain at least one kinky Alpha male, lots of dirty talk and a well deserved happily ever after.

Connect with Natasha:

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