His Indecent Secrets

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Susan Chalmers has been abducted by the mentally unstable Hugh, her billionaire lover’s twin brother. Incarcerated in a secret tropical location, she is forced to submit to his every whim.

Hugh demands her ransom: half of Channing’s fortune within five days . . . or she will die an unspeakable death. The mystery of what really happened east of Baghdad – the tumultuous events that brought them all here – looms in the background.

Will Channing pay up for her? Or does she really know the man she has fallen hopelessly in love with?

At 13,000 words, HIS INDECENT SECRETS is the fourth volume in the ‘BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE’ BDSM erotic romance series.

Excerpt:

“Channing!” Tears spring to her eyes even though she promised she wouldn’t break down in front of him, lest he be more anxious over her. Her hand touches the screen. How she wishes she can touch his face.

“Susan. Please tell me you’re OK. If I get to wrap my hands around that little fucker’s neck, I swear I’ll choke him so hard that he won’t be able to rise from the grave ever again.”

“I’m OK.” She’s not sure she’s OK, but seeing Channing lifts her hopes up to almost stratospheric levels.

Channing’s eyes blaze. “Did he touch you? Because if he did – ”
Hugh cuts in, “Yeah, what are you going to do about it? The same thing you did when your house burned down? Because I’ve already fucked her and she gave her cunt to me willingly. Didn’t you, princess?”

He grabs her face roughly and kisses her full on the lips, right in front of the camera aperture on the open laptop. Susan can only imagine what Channing must be thinking. Channing . . . who has never kissed her before. Channing – who equates kissing with profound intimacy. But Hugh obviously has no such hang-ups.

She struggles, but his grip is firm. She remembers what he threatened about what he would do to Channing if she didn’t submit. So she lets her body go lax as he kisses her voraciously. When he finally lets her go, there are indentations of his fingernails on her chin. She can scarcely feel her circulation.

She realizes that the sheet has fallen off her body and her breasts are displayed. Miguel’s eyes are popping out of his head. Channing is screaming something into the camera. His eyes are bloodshot and anguished.

“I know. I’ve turned off the sound,” Hugh says. He taps the sound icon again and it turns from red to green. “If you’re done yelling, listen up. The only reason she let me fuck her . . . again and again . . . is because I threatened her I would make you die a slow, painful death. You’re going to die anyway, big brother, but I can make it quick so you don’t suffer. Well, as quick as I can, considering you left me in Iraq to burn.”

“You didn’t burn, you fucker!”

“Are we going to play nice?” Hugh adjusts the laptop screen to face him. “Now listen up. I’m going to kill her . . . nice and slow . . . in a way that even you will have never thought of. Unless – ”

She knows it will come to this. She cringes.

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His Indecent Desires

I really had fun writing this. I forgot how nice it is to plot espionage!

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Having staved off a near-rape by the twin brother of billionaire CEO Channing Crawford, her lover and dom in their unusual business arrangement, Susan Chalmers is holed up in a mansion guarded by mercenaries.

She has no idea the game is about to get deadlier.

She only knows that Channing has become more open and caring towards her, even as he continues to nurture his secrets. But a mysterious name haunts them: 'Desert Rose'. A name that will prove to have devastating consequences for them, resulting in tragedy.

At 13,000 words, HIS INDECENT DESIRES is the third volume in the 'BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE' BDSM erotic romance series.

Excerpt:

She admits to being scared. She follows him timidly, her heels digging into the carpet, as he unlocks the iron dungeon door with an old-fashioned key. Here they are, master and slave again. She wonders if he purposefully designed the door this way - to intimidate the submissive before she even steps across the threshold.

If that is his objective, he has succeeded well. She's virtually quaking as the door whines open.

"Don't worry, Susan. You'll enjoy this," he says.

She isn't so sure. She wants him inside her badly, she can't deny that. But this is a whole new experience. She remembers the spanking and how she had cried at that, and her legs wobble as they propel her into the viper's pit.

The dungeon is cavernous. Channing closes the door behind them with a clang, and she jumps. She notes that the door on the inside is decked with en electronic panel - a strange modern application that clashes jarringly with the rustic material it's embedded in.

It's a strange chamber, about the size of a large office meeting room. The walls are opaque grey. Various pieces of furniture that resemble medieval torture racks line the perimeter, alongside black cabinets and metal safes.

She quails.

His palm is at her back, stroking her gently. "Don't be afraid. It's going to be OK. You'll like it . . . if you let your inhibitions go and free your mind."

She remembers the pact she made with him. Her body at his every whim in exchange for her promotion to Vice-President. Much of it has been enjoyable . . . so far . . . but now, at the sight of all this BDSM paraphernalia, she isn't so sure. Maybe she had made a pact with the devil himself. He's certainly handsome enough.

He says, "This doubles up as a panic room. The walls, ceiling and floor are concrete. They are padded with asbestos and other insulated structures."

"A panic room?"

"Yes. To protect its occupants," he says this in a meaningful tone.
I could have hidden here last night, she thinks faintly. Oh, the irony of it.

He goes to a tripod and caresses the wood. It is a triangular structure, almost like an easel. There are leather bonds at the top and at the sides. She can envision herself being bound upon it - wrists at the top and thighs stretched out and tied to the side beams. She recoils from it.