by Linzi Basset
His movements were methodical as he walked upstairs to the bedroom to change. Dressed, he stared down at Jordan, sleeping on her side with her hand tugged under her chin. A small smile curved around her lips.
God, I love her.
Jack closed his eyes briefly, turned and left. The drive to the airport was mechanical. He felt numb. Betrayal such as this hurt―like the fires of hell it tore at his flesh and left him standing naked and bleeding. His mind was empty but for one thought. Death.
“How may I help you?” The nasal voice sounded far in the distance and didn’t penetrate his mind as he found himself at the ticket counter. “Sir?”
The sharp tone yanked Jack out of his semi-comatose state. His eyes were bottomless pools of darkness, filled with a bundle of sorrow swimming in their depths. He felt his throat close. His breath evaporated into the air, his heart thumped erratically as his mouth turned dry, and his tongue felt swollen. Sorrow, pain, and fear threatened to weigh him down.
It didn’t last long.
He blinked. Once.
“I changed my mind.” Jack turned and walked back to his truck.
A calmness settled over him. The fear would remain because without it he might become negligent, and his loved ones would be the ones to pay the price.
He had to play this close to his chest. Keep the knowledge to himself and best the bastard at his own game.
Jack’s eyes changed to match the feelings in his heart: dark and cold. The whites of his eyes contrasted sharply with the pitch-black irises that stared ahead with an impenetrable focus. Their depths resembled that of a black hole in space, an air of eeriness and unsettling frigidity emanated from him.
“You will regret the day you turned on us. Both of you, because I have no doubt who your partner in the Sixth Order is. I will put an end to your reign of terror.” His voice lowered and became as dark as the look in his eyes.
“Even if I die in the process.”
The End.
Excerpt: His Devil’s Vow
CHAPTER ONE
Please note: This is an unedited excerpt.
“Will you be playing tonight, Sir?” asked the half-naked sub manning the reception desk at Risky Business, an underground BDSM club in Chesapeake Beach, Maryland. There was no mistaking the blatant invitation in her eyes.
“Not tonight. I’m just here to see what you have to offer.”
Lance Talbot looked around the dark entrance room. The walls were painted black, adorned with bright contrasting red blotches of paint and sofas. It looked cheesy―like the reputation of the club when he’d researched it.
“Well, our name says it all, Sir. In here, you’re welcome to risk it all. Anything goes, as long as the sub you choose agrees to it.”
She posed with her hands on her hips, covered only in a black leather thong. She pushed her naked breast forward brazenly and smiled at him seductively.
“So I’ve been told.”
The censure in his voice was lost on the sub who was too eager to impress the handsome man, dressed all in black. He looked dangerous, and it was a quality that attracted her to him like a moth to a flame.
She handed him a lanyard with a round plastic coin attached.
“This is your access card. You use it to swipe the access points into all the areas you wish to enter.”
“Thank you.”
Lance offered a brief quirk of his lips as he swiped the coin across the small unit against the wall and walked into what they referred to as the Open Room, which was similar to Club Devil’s Cove’s Entertainment Room. Just much smaller and similar to the entrance, dark and very dimly lit. People were crammed on the dancing floor or in front of the bar. The few sofas and chairs scattered against the walls were filled with people chatting animatedly. The music was deafening and the drone of people shouting to be heard added to the stuffiness that shrouded Lance like a stifling cloud as he shouldered his way through the crowd toward the door on the far side of the room. A neon light with the words, Dungeon, flashed above it.
The moment he stepped inside, he was swamped by various bodily smells and sounds of cracking whips, floggers and screams that drowned the heavy metal music in the background. His lips compressed as he looked around. This was a hardcore BDSM club, allowing members free reign to practice their most perverted kinks. From what he could see, there didn’t seem to be any limitations at all. Knife scenes, severe whippings and floggings drew blood everywhere he looked. He closed his mind against the screams of pain and concentrated to search for the woman he was there to find.
Lexie Calvert, daughter of his neighbor and Chief Judge, Ben Calvert, who was serving the final of his four-year term, after which he intended to retire.
“What the fuck are you doing in a place like this, Lex?” Lance said sotto voce as he peered intently at every sub he passed. According to the Judge, she had been visiting the club at least once a month for the past six months, always wearing a mask. As the chief medical examiner of Washington DC, she couldn’t afford to be recognized in a place like this. Worse, if it came to light that the daughter of the Chief Judge of the Columbia district partook in BDSM activities in a hardcore club, it would cause damage to a career and a reputation he had worked his entire life to establish.
Lance turned away from a suffocating scene and came to a shocked halt. His eyes got caught by her vacant look amid the incandescence of violet eyes that stared at him through the black lace mask covering her face.
“Fucking hell! Lexie, what the fuck are you doing?” he grated out under his breath as he watched the orgy play out on the raised platform in the middle of the room. Her eyes were glued to him, empty of any emotions or feelings while her body thrashed and undulated, sandwiched between two Doms who pounded into her from both sides. Two more were sucking and biting her nipples. She kept urging them on. His face remained impassive as her raw cries echoed to his ears.
“More! Fuck me harder. I need more.”
He walked closer. Her gaze didn’t falter as she screamed when she climaxed, her body arching and jerking wildly between the men surrounding her.
“Don’t fucking stop. I want more!”
Her voice cracked and now up close, he noticed tears falling from her eyes. She still stared at him with a vacant look as she continued to urge on the men.
Lance cursed as realization stuck. She didn’t recognize him.
“Fuck, tomorrow she won’t even remember what she’s doing right now.”
It was obvious that she was drugged with some kind of aphrodisiac. From the way she was acting, he was sure she’d taken more than the required dosage.
“Have mercy, sub. We’ve been at it for the past two hours. We need a fucking break,” the one Dom said as he straightened. Two of the others followed his example.
“Then find me Doms who have enough stamina to keep going. I need hard cocks to pound me for hours to come.”
“You really are a fucking cock eating slut, aren’t you?”
Lexie didn’t respond. She fisted her hand in the hair of the remaining Dom and forced his face down.
“Eat me. Chew on that fucking clit like it’s a piece of steak,” she croaked.
Lance jumped onto the platform. Her back arched as she screamed when the Dom followed her instruction with vicious pleasure. The next moment he was on his ass a few yards from the bed, staring around in confusion.
“I’ve got this,” Lance growled. His stare pinned the affronted Dom in place, “And I don’t share.”
The four Doms laughed. “Good luck with that. This slut isn’t satisfied to have one fuck hole filled. She wants to be pounded every which way, nonstop for hours.”
Lance ignored them and turned around to face Lexie. She was breathing harshly; her legs were spread wide and she was pumping three fingers inside her vagina while slapping her clit.
“Fuck me. Now,” she demanded. Her eyes had turned wild with the lust that had taken control of her body.
“I’m afraid not, my pet,�
� Lance murmured as he picked her up. He carried her kicking and screaming off the platform and made his way toward one of the private rooms he’d seen during his search for her. A big burly guard stood in the hallway, blocking his way.
“Is there a room available? This slut needs to be taught a lesson in private,” he barked. He forced a lewd smile on his lips.
“Feisty, that one, and quite popular with the rough Doms. Last door on the left.” The guard stepped aside.
Lance nodded as he walked toward the room, cursing as Lexie’s fist connected with his cheek. He shouldered his way into the room and locked it behind him. He threw her onto the bed with no regard for decorum. She immediately turned into a crouching position and glowered at him.
And blatantly knocked the breath from his lungs.
Keep a look out for the story of Lance Talbot and Lexie Calvert . . .
Club Devil’s Cove Blurbs
For ease of reference, herewith Books 1 – 5 blurbs.
His Devil’s Desire, Book 1, is about Rhone Greer and his sassy sub, Samantha Frazer, or Ace, her codename as a sniper.
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re indulging me, Samantha?”
Her eyes widened innocently. “Me, indulge you? You should be so lucky. Oh no, this is all self-indulgence.”
Rhone has ducked trouble many times. As an undercover agent, you see a lot of shit. But this time trouble came wrapped up in an alluringly seductive package.
Samantha Frazer.
She’s good with her hands ... er, at carving wood. She’s even better with her mouth ... huh ... snippy little thing. Also, her aim is dead center. She’s gunning for his heart, in more ways than one.
From the moment Samantha lays eyes on ... um ... all of him, she is hooked. Rhone Greer is mouth-watering. He’s also one of the owners of Club Devil’s Cove and the most compelling Dom she’d ever met. He’s hot, controlling and hungry ... for her. Lust and manipulation make strange bed partners as Rhone and Samantha combust between the sheets.
The game is on. Who will bite? Who’ll get devoured?
Unbeknownst, a sinister plot is underfoot, and everyone is a target. As ghosts from the past resurface, there is only one question to be asked.
Who will live ... who will die?
His Devil’s Heat, Book 2, features Keon LeLuc and the woman who had become the mother to his child for the past six years, Lauren Frazer.
Keon is stuck between a rock and ... a soft place.
He has his daughter back, but Lauren Francis is part of the package. Keon is torn between his love for his daughter and his insatiable desire for her adopted ‘Mommy’. Lauren has a guileless sensuality that is hard to resist. Not only is she encroaching on his space, she’s invading something deep within him. The urge to corrupt her is too strong.
Lauren is weary. She feels like a new born fawn, finding her legs for the first time. She finally has a chance to move ahead in life, away from all the ugliness of the past. She’s been a thirsty traveler for so long and Keon represented a balmy oasis. He is hot, talks dirty and is a complete beast in bed. Lauren is helpless as he plays with her body and heart strings, alike.
The world falls away as fates collide and destiny gets rewritten. Keon and Lauren sizzle as the games heat up in Club Devil’s Cove. Keon exults in Lauren’s passion and submission, while Lauren revels in Keon’s gluttonous need for her body ... and her soul.
But the demons from the past refuse to lie low. The dangerous game is just heating up. No price is too high. No life is too precious.
Life is a masquerade. Keon, Lauren, Rhone and Samantha must dance to the tune of the devil. The band must play till the masks come off.
But when it’s time to draw the first blood ... all bets are off.
EDITOR’S NOTE: “Keep a warm blanket and a bar of dark chocolate handy while reading this freakin’ book. You’ll need to hide your hands and keep your mouth occupied. Happy reading!”
His Devil’s Wish, book 3, is the story about Ethan Brodie, who knew loss and despair and Paige Scott, who had been under his nose without him realizing.
“I ... you ... Dr. Brodie, you can’t ... we can’t ... you’re my boss.”
“Ah yes, that I am. Thanks for reminding me, Paige.”
Paige Scott saw it coming. She had been living a double life and had hoodwinked the delicious Dr. Brodie a time or two ... or three in the past. It wasn’t her fault. He was irresistible to her. As her boss, he captured her heart. As her Dom, he owned her body. But this game of cat and mouse is about to get wilder and Paige has nowhere to hide.
Ethan is a suave beast on the scent of his prey. Prude Paige whets his appetite, while the sensuous siren at the club satiates his hunger. There is one problem though. He can’t get enough. Paige brings out the devil in him. Even as he pushes her limits and demolishes her boundaries, he loses himself more and more in her splendor. Her beauty subsumes him.
As Ethan and Paige explore the thin line between love and lust, a nefarious plot is underfoot. The Sixth Order is colluding in cross-border crimes and hundreds of innocent lives are at risk. Ethan and Paige find themselves confronting a common enemy and a chance to finally put the past behind them.
Will Ethan, Rhone and their team be successful in uncovering the festering roots of corruption? Or will it be too little, too late?
Editor’s note: Gird your loins and strap on your seat belts. This is going to be a fast, thrilling and sizzling ride. Remember to breathe, occasionally.
His Devil’s Mercy, book 4, Max Shaw realizes that life doesn’t come with any guarantees and is forced to make the most difficult decision in his life.
Things Maximilian Shaw says:
“Horny, baby?”
Horny was putting it mildly. Max was a weakness, her body refused to give up. Her life, for one reason or another always circled back to him.
Sometimes he saved her. Sometimes she saved him.
“Whatever makes you think I’m done with you, baby?”
Max was also insatiable—a ferocious lover and a devilish Dom. Fantasy material as he was, for a lot of subs at the Club Devil’s Cove, his hungry eyes were squarely on Joanne, who wore kink like she was born for it. She brought out something in him that no one else could. Max wanted to keep her safe from the danger still looming on the horizon. But who would save her ... from Max?
“Mercy? When it comes to you and me, there’s no mercy, luv. For neither of us.”
As the dance of passion ensues, Max and Joanne must find the trust and resilience to weather the storm headed their way. The decisions that Max makes now, will decide the difference between life and death. Will he find the strength to deliver them through the vicious spiral of lies and espionage? Or will their hopes crash and burn?
And ultimately, who will save them ... from themselves?
Editor’s Note: Best one. Yet. Excuse the typos in this book. #OneHandEdit #HornyMax
More Books by Linzi Basset
Club Devil’s Cove Series
His Devil’s Desire – Book 1
His Devil’s Heat – Book 2
His Devil’s Wish – Book 3
His Devil’s Mercy – Book 4
His Devil’s Chains – Book 5
Club Wicked Cove Series
Desperation: Ceejay’s Absolution–Book 1
Desperation: Colt’s Acquittal – Book 2
Exploration: Nolan’s Regret – Book 3
Merciful: Seth’s Revenge – Book 4
Claimed: Parnell’s Gift – Book 5
Decadent: Kent’s Desire – Book 6
Club Alpha Cove Series
His FBI Sub – Book 1
His Ice Baby Sub – Book 2
His Vanilla Sub – Book 3
His Fiery Sub – Book 4
His Sassy Sub – Book 5
Their Bold Sub – Book 6
His Brazen Sub – Book 7
His Defiant Sub – Book 8
His Forever Sub – Book 9
His Cherishe
d Sub – Book 10
For Amy – Their Beloved Sub – Book 11
Their Sub Novella Series
No Option – Book 1
Done For – Book 2
For This – Book 3
Their Sub Series Boxset
Their Command Series
Say Yes – Book 1
Say Please – Book 2
Say Now – Book 3
Their Command Series Boxset
Paranormal Books
The Flame Dragon King - Metallic Dragons #1
Slade: The First Touch
Azriel: Angel of Destruction
Romance Suspense
The Bride Series
Claimed Bride – Book 1
Caught Series
Caught in Between
Caught in His Web
The Tycoon Series
The Tycoon and His Honey Pot
The Tycoon’s Blondie
The Tycoon’s Mechanic
Standalone Titles
Her Prada Cowboy
Never Leave Me, Baby
Now is Our Time
The Wildcat that Tamed the Tycoon
The Poet’s Lover
Sarah: The Life of Me
Naughty Christmas Story
Her Santa Dom
Boxset
A Santa to Love
Books Co-Written as Isabel James
The White Pearl Series
Double Shot Espresso – Book 1
The Crow’s Nest – Book 2
The White Pearl Boxset
Christmas Novella
Santa’s Kiss
Boxset
A Santa to Love