But it wasn’t that fact that had anticipation and fear moving through me. No, it was the fact four vampires planned on using me in any way they saw fit. If only they knew how excited the dark prospect of being used by them really was to me, they might not find such pleasure in making me submit. Or maybe I’ll come to regret wanting this very thing? This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited from a previous anthology.

    But she knows nothing of a man’s touch—or how to control the unladylike dreams that haunt her sleep. That is when they come, two men of unearthly beauty who ravish her in sweet carnal games, taking her to the precipice of exquisite desire and unimaginable erotic pleasure. It is scandalous. Forbidden. Unholy. For her lovers are not men, but vampires—the very beasts she and her father have sworn to destroy.It is only a dream…until the elegant carriage arrives at the inn, drawn by four black horses. Until Yannick de Wynter, Earl of Brookshire, alights, silver-eyed, determined, and hungry for something she cannot name. And suddenly, Althea is no longer certain whether she has had a dream… or a dangerously erotic premonition…

    But Mistress Nora can't put pen to paper without churning out a sexy short story and Kingsley's training manual quickly turns into true tales of her adventures with her favorite clients. A female submissive who can't orgasm.​A male Dominant too scared to do kink with his blind wife.​A rock star with a secret.​A vanilla gay woman with an embarrassing little problem. ​A male switch with an itch for more than just pain.​These are their stories. ​

    By turns bratty and worshipful, these submissives will go to great lengths to fulfill their naughtiest fantasies and are rewarded splendidly by their masters and mistresses. A student returns to show his former teacher who’s really in charge, a photo shoot becomes an opportunity for erotic games, and a man revels in his wife’s past as a former dominatrix. These brats, masochists, and hungry-for-sensation subs go above and beyond for the ones they adore, pushing themselves to new limits while their devious dominants put them through their paces. Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, these short stories sizzle with the tension of erotic power play, commands followed, and service willingly performed.

    If it's not some old (and married) guy trying to impress her with diamonds and trips to paradise, then it's...Well, it's Eva Warren, an old-money heiress whose tabloid exploits are as sordid as they are really, really gay. Nadia is no stranger to lesbian lust. But no matter how much she wants to give in to Eva's seduction, one mantra lurks in the back of her mind: Never date a billionaire!Until the one night she does give in, anyway. Then everything goes to hell.EVALife as a billionaire heiress isn't all sunshine and kitty whiskers, especially if that heiress is Eva Warren. She's managed to shake off tabloid gossip that's ruined more than one woman's life, but she'll never be able to shake the two things she wants most: to work for her family's business, and to date every beautiful woman she meets.Curvy Nadia isn't like the others, however. Even though the mutual attraction exists, for some reason she keeps shooting down Eva's advances. Until Eva finally gets Nadia right where she wants her...So begins one of the hottest games of hard to get to ever befall womankind. High society might not survive it.-EXCERPT-Nadia glanced at her. "Do you actually like me? Or do you flirt with me because you flirt with everyone who pings your radar?"Maybe it was the words. Maybe it was the tone. Either way, Eva snorted incredulously. "I would never flirt with a woman I wouldn't want to take things to the next level with."The words were out of Nadia's mouth before she could check them. "I was hoping you would say that.""Uh huh. So she does like me." Eva may be crossing every limb she had, but her casual posture was more than inviting. "Why are you always playing hard to get, then?""What can I say? I'm a romantic at heart. I want a woman to work to have a piece of this."Eva's eyes went up, then down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Face. Chest. Hips. Rear. What piece was she thinking of taking? Even Nadia was impressed that she had said something like that. It's like admitting I want her too. Her lips twitched. Suddenly, poor Nadia was hyper aware of her body and what it looked like. Oh, God, Eva couldn't see the cellulite, could she? That didn't show up through a dress, right? Or the fact her chest wasn't as perky without a bra as it used to be? Would someone like Eva care about that? In Nadia's experience, hungry women like Eva fell into two categories: those who loved every part of every woman's body, and those who could make a girl cry with one mean comment."Time to cut the crap." Whoa.