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The Darker Side of Love (A Dark Erotica Boxed Set)
7 stories, dark and dirty, all by Lit authors!
Lust. Betrayal. Addiction. Murder. Naughty tales both natural and supernatural.
These authors have teamed up as The Erotic Collective to bring you their second boxed set.
Available on Amazon for Kindle at $2.99.
The Watcher, by Tara Crescent [on Lit as funinthesungirl19]
Wanting to escape the burdens of her life, Kelly Mitchell attends the sex club her friend Miles St. Clair belongs to. But as the allure of the BDSM club grows, can Kelly withstand the temptation to sink deeper into its clutches?
Cookin' Up A Storm, by Anne A. Lois [on Lit as small_town_girl]
Nadya's birthday gift to Yan had been on his wish list from day one... and on her hard-limits list for just as long. But when the moment of truth comes, will she really be ready?
The Rite, by Jennifer Bene [on Lit as always_yes]
Heather isn’t a witch – yet. She’s a woman with a complicated love life and a complicated family who are pushing her to complete the rite that the family has guarded for generations. A rite that will give her unimaginable power at the cost of someone else’s life. All she has to do is choose someone, take them to bed, and curse them to die.
As Flame to Smoke, by Eris Adderly [on Lit as DeathandTaxes]
A single priest’s vow of chastity is all that stands between Serah and the dark promise of immortality. Father Kent doesn’t stand a chance.
Something in Her Eyes, by Justine Hollander [on Lit as justahole]
It was one night of pain and pleasure so many years ago, but it’s haunted both Ben and Margaret ever since. Years pass, and when their paths cross once more, memories of that night ignite fantasies and passions that threaten to lead to obsession - or heartbreak.
Wide Open, by Alice Schermer [on Lit as LadyMira]
A girl finds a murder scene, a murder victim and a murderer. All three of them start haunting her dreams. One of them teaches her things she'd never dreamed of.
What if … ?, by Christine Hart [on Lit as coldhands_warmheart]
What if the life you thought you had, didn’t exist?
Excerpt from As Flame to Smoke:
Her hands fell to his thighs. She squeezed, promising more trouble yet, and slid them up toward his hips. A palm grazed over the swell of his erection, making him inhale sharply.
“Will you know your own pleasure, David?” Her cheek slipped against his and the words found his ear, dark and damning. She’d spoken to that most hidden, shameful fear, and it made him throb. How he could be terrified and aroused at the same time was beyond him. A thumb traced his length through the binding trousers, and he groaned.
This had to stop or he’d be ruined.
“Serah, please,” he said, pulling away and straightening in the chair. He snatched his hands away from her arms as well, determined not to send conflicting messages, though that was precisely what filled his own head. This is a nightmare. “I don’t know why you came back. I don’t know anything about you! What do you want? Why are you doing this?”
“Why are you doing this, Father Kent?” She smirked, lowering herself further to sit on her heels, that maddening curtain of red hair framing her breasts as she made a show of dragging the ripe flesh down over his lap. “Time to finally see for yourself why so many wind up on their knees to confess?”
Her words slapped at him, and held his own fantasies up in accusation. He did want to see for himself, and it pained him every day that he couldn’t put the curiosity aside.
This was a test. It had to be. David flung himself at the wall yet again, hoping to grab hold of the ledge this time and pull himself up and over, where he’d so obviously failed the first time.
“You don’t understand the damage that’s been done!” He tried to make his words quiet, but forceful. Perhaps this was some depraved game to her. It almost seemed to be: she’d begun to nuzzle that impossibly perfect face of hers against his erection, delicate fingers working at his belt buckle. Panic rose up in his throat. “You have to stop, for the love of God!”
She looked back up at him then, green eyes full to the brim with calm challenge, a tiny smile calling his bluff. “Then stop me,” she said, tugging open the button. He knew the zipper was next.
What are you waiting for? Make her stop.
It was as if she’d plucked the thoughts straight from his mind.
“You’re bigger than I am,” she said, tugging fabric aside. “Stronger.” Pulling his shirt tails out. “Raise your hands against me. Again.” Her palm slid up over his belly. A suggestion of fingernails dragged back down. She stopped, with her fingers curled around the waistband of his underwear.
I’m going to have a heart attack.
“Push me away.” She had a knowing arch to her brow. “I dare you.”
He did nothing. He didn’t want to.
The Darker Side of Love on Amazon
7 stories, dark and dirty, all by Lit authors!
Lust. Betrayal. Addiction. Murder. Naughty tales both natural and supernatural.
These authors have teamed up as The Erotic Collective to bring you their second boxed set.
Available on Amazon for Kindle at $2.99.
The Watcher, by Tara Crescent [on Lit as funinthesungirl19]
Wanting to escape the burdens of her life, Kelly Mitchell attends the sex club her friend Miles St. Clair belongs to. But as the allure of the BDSM club grows, can Kelly withstand the temptation to sink deeper into its clutches?
Cookin' Up A Storm, by Anne A. Lois [on Lit as small_town_girl]
Nadya's birthday gift to Yan had been on his wish list from day one... and on her hard-limits list for just as long. But when the moment of truth comes, will she really be ready?
The Rite, by Jennifer Bene [on Lit as always_yes]
Heather isn’t a witch – yet. She’s a woman with a complicated love life and a complicated family who are pushing her to complete the rite that the family has guarded for generations. A rite that will give her unimaginable power at the cost of someone else’s life. All she has to do is choose someone, take them to bed, and curse them to die.
As Flame to Smoke, by Eris Adderly [on Lit as DeathandTaxes]
A single priest’s vow of chastity is all that stands between Serah and the dark promise of immortality. Father Kent doesn’t stand a chance.
Something in Her Eyes, by Justine Hollander [on Lit as justahole]
It was one night of pain and pleasure so many years ago, but it’s haunted both Ben and Margaret ever since. Years pass, and when their paths cross once more, memories of that night ignite fantasies and passions that threaten to lead to obsession - or heartbreak.
Wide Open, by Alice Schermer [on Lit as LadyMira]
A girl finds a murder scene, a murder victim and a murderer. All three of them start haunting her dreams. One of them teaches her things she'd never dreamed of.
What if … ?, by Christine Hart [on Lit as coldhands_warmheart]
What if the life you thought you had, didn’t exist?
Excerpt from As Flame to Smoke:
Her hands fell to his thighs. She squeezed, promising more trouble yet, and slid them up toward his hips. A palm grazed over the swell of his erection, making him inhale sharply.
“Will you know your own pleasure, David?” Her cheek slipped against his and the words found his ear, dark and damning. She’d spoken to that most hidden, shameful fear, and it made him throb. How he could be terrified and aroused at the same time was beyond him. A thumb traced his length through the binding trousers, and he groaned.
This had to stop or he’d be ruined.
“Serah, please,” he said, pulling away and straightening in the chair. He snatched his hands away from her arms as well, determined not to send conflicting messages, though that was precisely what filled his own head. This is a nightmare. “I don’t know why you came back. I don’t know anything about you! What do you want? Why are you doing this?”
“Why are you doing this, Father Kent?” She smirked, lowering herself further to sit on her heels, that maddening curtain of red hair framing her breasts as she made a show of dragging the ripe flesh down over his lap. “Time to finally see for yourself why so many wind up on their knees to confess?”
Her words slapped at him, and held his own fantasies up in accusation. He did want to see for himself, and it pained him every day that he couldn’t put the curiosity aside.
This was a test. It had to be. David flung himself at the wall yet again, hoping to grab hold of the ledge this time and pull himself up and over, where he’d so obviously failed the first time.
“You don’t understand the damage that’s been done!” He tried to make his words quiet, but forceful. Perhaps this was some depraved game to her. It almost seemed to be: she’d begun to nuzzle that impossibly perfect face of hers against his erection, delicate fingers working at his belt buckle. Panic rose up in his throat. “You have to stop, for the love of God!”
She looked back up at him then, green eyes full to the brim with calm challenge, a tiny smile calling his bluff. “Then stop me,” she said, tugging open the button. He knew the zipper was next.
What are you waiting for? Make her stop.
It was as if she’d plucked the thoughts straight from his mind.
“You’re bigger than I am,” she said, tugging fabric aside. “Stronger.” Pulling his shirt tails out. “Raise your hands against me. Again.” Her palm slid up over his belly. A suggestion of fingernails dragged back down. She stopped, with her fingers curled around the waistband of his underwear.
I’m going to have a heart attack.
“Push me away.” She had a knowing arch to her brow. “I dare you.”
He did nothing. He didn’t want to.
The Darker Side of Love on Amazon