Table of Contents
Copyright
Praise for the Steele Brother Series
Dedication
Dear Readers,
A Special Note
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Author's Note
THE BLASPHEMY SERIES
About the Author
Jennifer's Playlist
Table of Contents
Copyright
Praise for the Steele Brother Series
Dedication
Dear Readers,
A Special Note
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Author's Note
THE BLASPHEMY SERIES
About the Author
Jennifer's Playlist
Copyright
Copyright (c) 201 by Jennifer Probst and Triple J Publishing
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used.
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Cover photo by Sara Eirew
Praise for the Steele Brother Series
"Sweet and incredibly hot, you'll want to grab this bright and richly decadent fantasy come to life." --NYT Bestselling Author, Kendall Ryan
"A great quick erotica read--it has shown how versatile she can be as an author." --Hannah's Words
"These characters have a connection that is so magnetic and genuine -- you will find yourself falling at the same time they are." The Literary Gossip Book Blog
"Catch Me by Jennifer Probst is a quick, hot sexy erotic second chance romance. As always, Ms. Probst reels you in with her sensual and touching story-line." --Four Chicks Flipping Pages
"Jennifer Probst never fails to deliver sweet and sultry, heartfelt and deep. Her magical way with words bring the characters completely to life and I 'felt' rather than read her story."--Pepper Winters, NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author
"Jennifer Probst builds believably kinky characters and puts them into a situation so hot and fraught with sexual tension I had to cross my legs. Rome is a Dominant God and Sloane is a feisty yet submissive match for him." Christine D Reiss - USA Today Bestselling author of the Submission Series
"Beg Me is a wonderful mix of sexy and sweet. Hot loving and a wonderful second chance story line make for an amazing story. I devoured Beg Me in one sitting. Rem and Cara steam up the pages, but it's their love story that really kept me hooked. Open and honest, everyone can relate to these characters." Lexi Blake, NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
Dedication
For Jen Talty. Thank you for your friendship, feedback, and saving my ass when I need it. Love you, babe.
And for my amazing Probst Posse team. I put out the call for help and you answered. Thank you for loving and supporting my books no matter what the genre, and helping me make them better. I have the best fans and friends in the world! I'm always open to new members so if you are enjoying my work, join my group here:
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Smooches-- Jen
Dear Readers,
I loved writing this erotic, BDSM novella, but many of my loyal readers have come to expect a sexy, humorous contemporary romance filled with cute dogs, witty banter, amazing sensual tension, and some open door, arousing sex scenes.
This book is different.
The scenes are BDSM heavy. It isn't a light, funny type of book, so please be warned. I'd hate to lose my readers by having them expecting a brand that is not represented with the Steele Brother series.
Thank you, as usual, for reading.
A Special Note
I'm thrilled to announce Reveal Me is part of a Special Cross-Over Release with Laura Kaye's Theirs to Take from her Blasphemy Series!
Two of your favorite authors!
Two scorching hot erotic romance series!
Two erotic worlds collide in Reveal Me and Theirs to Take!
And the best part, you can enter both worlds right here!
Chapter One
LEONARDO SINCLAIR STEPPED into the cool darkness and swept his gaze over the soaring, vaulted ceiling of the converted church. Colorful frescoes decorated the walls and thick marble columns lined the open area. Massive stained-glass windows offered protection from the curious gazes and judgments of the outside world. A smile touched his lips as he took a deep breath. Damn, it'd been a long time since he indulged in his favorite vices.
Good thing he'd come to Blasphemy for play rather than forgiveness for his many sins. The popular Baltimore BDSM club was everything he'd hoped it would be, and he intended to enjoy every moment before it was time to head to Vegas.
Adjusting the plain black mask he wore, he moved forward, appreciating the large circular bar made of gleaming marble and the intimate set up of leather couches, chairs, and private nooks where couples gathered to chat and play. The sexy timbers of hip-hop ground out from the speakers and urged crowds onto the dance floor. He savored the scents of musk, sweat, and sex drifting in the air, heading toward the bar. He usually hated themed parties such as a masquerade ball, but when one of his brothers from his Navy days asked him to do something, he did it. So, when Jonathan and Cruz had invited him to the party before he put the East Coast behind him, he'd agreed.
Now, he was glad. The muscles in his neck and shoulders softened from the long car drive. He'd grab a drink, try to find his buddies, and play with a sweet subbie tonight. Someone easy and experienced. Someone he'd enjoy for a few hours in mutual satisfaction and never look back on. Someone--
"About time you got here," the familiar voice called out.
He turned around with a grin, shaking his head at the wolf mask covering the top half of Jonathan's face. "Got stuck in traffic. Please don't tell me I'm supposed to be channeling some sort of animal here?"
"Like an ass? Nah, you're good. Let's just say I'm in the mood to hunt tonight."
Leo laughed and they embraced. Jonathan's quick wit and humor made for an easy friendship, but it was his fierce loyalty and work ethic that earned Leo's respect. With his staggering height and long blonde hair, he had a quiet presence that screamed authority. "Is there a particular target you have in mind?" Leo asked. "Or is it an open field?"
Jonathan's gaze narrowed thoughtfully. "Oh, there's a target. Her name is Hartley. Tonight's her first time at Blasphemy."
"Sounds promising. Cruz on board?"
"You better believe it," another voice said from his left. Leo turned, recognizing Cruz's short, dark hair and tattoos over
warm brown skin even beneath the smooth, famously carved white mask. Shorter than Jonathan, Cruz had bulging muscles that either had a woman running in fear or begging for more. They clapped shoulders, and a fierce wave of emotion clipped through him. He'd forgotten how much he missed his friends. It had been too long.
Leo raised his brow. "Are you supposed to be the lamb to his wolf?"
Cruz winked. "Wouldn't you like to know? Besides, gotta keep her guessing. Much more fun that way, as you've told us many times."
They all laughed. Leo waved his hand in the air. "This is amazing. I can't believe you're both part owners of this place."
"We'll introduce you to the other Masters later," Cruz said. "Now that we have the boat building and restoration business under control, we're able to enjoy ourselves a bit more. The people at Blasphemy have become a second family to us."
"I'm glad, you deserve it." After the Navy, they'd all struggled with finding the right fit and place to settle down. The military seemed the only thing that could temporarily satisfy his innate restlessness--always pushing him toward the next adventure. It was good Jonathan and Cruz seemed to find their fit here in Baltimore. Maybe he'd finally find his same place in Vegas. God knows, his cousins had been on his ass for years to go out and join them.
Cruz motioned him over. "Come on, I'll get you a whisky and we'll show you around."
"Sounds good."
They moved past the dance floor and deeper into the club, unveiling specialized theme rooms that catered to every dark, delicious whim, and a beautiful high platformed stage for various demonstrations. Leo crossed his arms and watched a willowy blonde floating above her Dom, her naked body bound with intricate rope work that offered her up like an artistic sacrifice. Low moans broke from her lips, and her body shook and shivered under her Dom's flick of the whip.
The crowd surrounding them was respectfully silent, yet caught up in the sensual tension ready to explode before them. Leo enjoyed the tight feel of skin over his bones, and the low punch of heat in his gut that preceded the anticipation of mastering an open, willing female. He'd always known he needed more in his sexual relationships, even young. The deep satisfaction of pleasuring another, of stripping away the walls and bullshit to get to the core--to become truly free with another--that's what kept him coming back to BDSM.
"Your wristband marks you as an experienced Dominant," Jonathan said, walking back toward the bar section. "All the subs have color coded bands that mark their limits and experience level. You're free to roam and pick from the crowd and all rooms are available for your use--we've approved you for full access. We're using the masquerade theme to build membership, encourage more of the newbies to participate, and hopefully push some soft limits. Masks must stay on at all times. It's up to the individuals at the end of the session if they want to exchange true identities."
"Thanks. Honestly? This is one of the nicest clubs I've seen. You two have done good."
Jonathan nodded, pride shining in his eyes through the mask. "You still have to head out tomorrow?" he asked. "We were hoping you could stay with us for a few days."
"Appreciate it, but the new job starts and I want to get settled in."
"No better place than Vegas to bust some criminals. Who would've thought a math nerd could be so in demand for gambling?" Cruz smirked.
Leo laughed. "It was either DC or Sin City. Guess which one is a better fit?" His math talent had started young, and he'd learned early he could make buckets of money by gambling. Until he got busted by the casino's highly-paid security boss. Instead of a hospital visit or getting black balled, they offered him a job in Atlantic City. It fit his needs for a while until the restlessness hit again, and he enlisted in the Navy. His cousins were all poker dealers settled in Vegas, and had already set him up with a job. The idea of being around family called to him. He'd been alone for too many years, relying on his service buddies, but he missed his cousins and felt ready to stay in one place for a while.
Jonathan gave a mock shudder. "It may be good for sin, but I wouldn't be caught dead in the desert. No water, no beach, and no boats. Sounds like the devil's terrain to me."
Cruz rolled his eyes. "You can take the surfer dude out of California, but you can't take California out of the man."
Leo chuckled. "I get it. But the pay is good, the air conditioning is cold, and the women are hot. Plus, I need a new challenge. The casino has been getting jacked lately and they think I can make the bust. Could be fun."
"No doubt you'll do it. And if you get bored, you always have a place here," Jonathan said, slapping him on the back.
He nodded. "That means a lot."
"Any idea what type of submissive you're looking for tonight?" Cruz asked.
"Been a while since I've indulged," he admitted. "I'm open to all possibilities, as long as the woman understands it's one night with no strings."
"Good, cause we'd like to introduce you to someone. Someone we think you'd enjoy," Cruz said. The man's dark eyes practically glinted with conspiracy and the zeal of a set-up. Cruz had always had a hidden soft side underneath that hard-assed demeanor.
"Trying to play matchmaker?" He cocked his head and studied his friends. "Or keeping me away from your sweet thing so she doesn't fall for me and dump you two?"
Cruz snorted. "Dream on."
Jonathan grinned. "She's a friend of Hartley's. I'd like to hook her up with someone I can trust. She's newer to the lifestyle. Only been a member for the past few months and hasn't played often. I think you'd get along."
Leo considered, then shrugged. His friends knew his tastes well, and though he usually preferred experienced subs, introducing a newbie into his world was always a fun challenge. "Sure."
Cruz and Jonathan exchanged a satisfied look. Interesting. His friends weren't the matchmaking types.
He wondered if this Hartley was the cause, and hoped it was. They both deserved happiness. They'd gone to the Naval Academy together, were partners in the boat building business, and liked to share women. It was hard to settle down with a woman who'd be a good match for both of them, and open to a menage situation.
God knows, he couldn't find that type of connection, and he was only one Dom, not two.
Jonathan's gaze sharpened past his right shoulder and a slow smile tugged his lips. "Speak of the devil," he murmured. "Here she comes."
Leo turned. Then froze.
Holy shit.
He'd been an experienced Dom for almost a decade, and not once had he felt the earth beneath his feet shift. He was known for his control and tight rein on his emotions. He didn't believe in star-struck first love, gazes meeting across a crowded room, or anything that stunk of sugar spun romance that held no depth.
Until now.
His damn tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. Were his eyes bugging out like a horn dog pre-teen? If his reaction hadn't been so surprising, he'd be humiliated. First impressions were critical during an initial Dom and Sub meet, and he'd just committed a newbie mistake. Staring at her like a love-struck school boy gave her the upper hand. Fuck--he'd never live this down.
"Leo, this is Hartley Farren, and her friend Scarlett Rose. Ladies, you may address Leo as Sir since he is not a Blasphemy Master."
They gave him a respectful nod, Hartley in an intricately patterned soft black mask that covered her eyes and nose and extended down unevenly over her cheeks. It almost appeared more tattoo than lace. And Scarlett in a more traditional sparkling black-and-red cut-out mask that made her eyes appear huge.
Still unable to communicate, he concentrated on Hartley and tried to get his shit together. Hartley smiled sweetly, a nice blush of color on her cheeks as she greeted him. Her sideswipe look at Jonathan and Cruz told him everything he needed to know. The little subbie was just as intoxicated with his friends as they were for her. He managed to murmur a greeting and say a quick prayer of thanks Hartley wasn't the one who had him tongue-tied. No, it was the woman standing quietly at her side who stole his full attention
.
Everything about her seemed like a contradiction. Though she stood completely still, an intense energy pulsed from her aura, reminding him of a downed live wire, crackling in sharp, intermittent bursts. Coal black hair fell almost to her waist in wild waves, untamed and made for his fingers to fist and pull. Inky dark eyes met his gaze directly, without a shred of shyness or hesitation. Framed by lush lashes, they tilted slightly outwards like a cat, emphasizing the angled cut of the simple black mask that hid half of her face. Her lips were full, and painted in the color of her name--a bold slash of blood-red.
His gaze probed; studied; analyzed. Her outfit was pure temptation. A skimpy red slip in shiny satin. Dipping low in the front, her cleavage teased him, and the fabric clearly showed her hard nipples. Her skin was pale, smooth, and looked soft to the touch. She was all ripe curves--ass and breasts and hips, and his fingers itched to touch and hurt and soothe. It looked as if she'd been about to get dressed, then decided to go out as is. The kicker was something so simple, probably not many Doms would notice.
Her bare feet.
Most women enjoyed wearing fuck-me shoes at a club. Besides feeling sexy, it gave them a sense of power and height. He'd always been more turned on by the vulnerability and bravery of no shoes. If she was indeed new to BDSM, her choice indicated an almost rebellious courage that stiffened his cock and sped up his heart rate.
How long had it been since a woman struck him speechless?
Never.
His continued silence must have urged her to speak. "It's nice to meet you, Sir," she said. Her words were slow and deliberate, with a husky smokiness that curled at the edges. Damned if he couldn't wait to hear her beg him in that delicious voice.
Finally, words sprung free from his throat. "The pleasure's mine. I hear we're both new to Blasphemy."
"Yes, Sir. I joined two months ago," Scarlett said, her eyes still on him. Right where he wanted them.
"And what about you, Hartley?" he asked with a smile.
"Scarlett spoke so highly of the club, she helped convince me to give it a try," Hartley said, chewing her bottom lip. "Now I'm just hoping I don't mess anything up."
Jonathan took her hand. "You're not doubting that we'll guide you every step of the way, are you?"
"Oh, no. I mean, no, Sir," she said.
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