Make Me: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire
Boxed Set
(The Dark Duet #1)
Publication date: March 3rd 2014
Genres: Romance
Synopsis:
Take a trip to the dark side with 12 books by some of the hottest names in edgy romance, including USA Today Bestselling authors CJ Roberts, Eliza Gayle, and Aleatha Romig!
Pam Godwin – Beneath the Burn
Skye Warren – Wanderlust
Claire Thompson – Enslaved
Cari Silverwood – Take Me Break Me
Annabel Joseph – Comfort Object
Aleatha Romig – Consequences
Shoshanna Evers – The Man Who Holds the Whip
Annika Martin – The Hostage Bargain
Jasmine Haynes – Take Your Pleasure
Eliza Gayle – Play With Me
Pepper Winters – Tears of Tess
CJ Roberts – Captive in the Dark
These e-books would cost over $40 if purchased separately. This set will only be available for a limited time, so order your copy now!
All of these books are 18+, some are new adult romance, some are erotic romance, but all feature dark themes.
An Excerpt from Claire Thompson’s Enslaved in MAKE ME:
Sam stepped back, his eyes on her as his fingers moved down his shirt, opening
the buttons. He pulled it off, revealing his broad muscular chest. He unbuckled his belt,
pulling it through the loops. He folded the belt in half and flicked it in the air, creating a
snapping sound that made Rae jump.
As he moved closer, Rae gasped and turned her head away, screwing her eyes
tight, her hands curled into fists of fear over her head. She expected to feel the sharp
sting of the leather belt against her body, but instead she felt it being pressed against
her throat, just above the collar already in place. She opened her eyes in surprise, only
to realize he was binding it around her neck, buckling it behind her around the wood,
restraining her by the throat. The belt was thicker than the collar beneath it, the leather
tight and constricting.
Rae realized she was panting, her breath coming in rapid, shallow gasps. “Please,”
she begged. “Let me down. I can’t do this. Please…”
Sam didn’t reply. He left her, walking across the space toward a large cabinet. Rae
strained to see what he was doing, barely able to turn her head within the confines of
the belt at her throat.
He returned with what looked like a small whip. He flicked it in the air near her
and Rae startled, jerking in her restraints. She coughed as the belt, tight at her throat,
pressed against her larynx from her sudden movement.
“Why are you being punished, Rae?”
“Please, let me down—”
The movement was sudden. He struck her cheek with his open hand, the sound
sharp and explosive in her ear. “Another fucking word that isn’t a direct response to
a question and I’ll gag you, got it? You aren’t going to be let down until you’re done
receiving your punishment. Now answer the question. Why are you being punished?”
“I—I don’t know.” Rae’s mind was whirling, her heart beating high in her throat.
Sam leaned in close so she could feel his breath on her cheek. She tried to turn her
head away, but the belt restricted the movement. She closed her eyes.
“It’s because you spoke out of turn, Rae. You can’t seem to keep your fucking
mouth shut.”
He stepped back, again flicking the whip in the air, the leather braid so close she
could feel the swish of air it caused near her thigh. In spite of her fear, Rae stared at the
little whip, mesmerized. At last she tore her gaze away to look at Sam, who was smiling,
a slow, easy smile that would have been sexy if his eyes weren’t so hard.
“You said this morning I couldn’t just tie you up and give you thirty lashes,
remember?”
Was it really only this morning? Only this morning that she’d awoken, thinking about
how in just another few weeks she’d finally be out of the jam she’d backed herself into?
Was it only this morning she’d blithely sailed into Sam’s office, only to be blindsided by
his accusations and ultimatums?
Another slap to her cheek jerked Rae back to the present. “Answer. The. Question.”
“Yes!” Rae gasped. “Yes, I remember.”
“And you were wrong, weren’t you?”
God, I fucking hate you. “Yes.”
Sam nodded, cocking an eyebrow. “Thirty days, thirty lashes. I like it. That’s what
you’ll get now. Thirty lashes, one for each day you are here. You’ll count for me. Count
out loud each stroke of the whip you so richly deserve.”
He flicked the tail so suddenly she didn’t even realize he’d done it until the line of
fire moved over her thigh. “Ow!” she cried.
“Count!” he barked.
“One! Ow! Two!” The second stroke licked her other thigh, leaving a trail of pain.
He moved behind her, the crack of the leather against her ass making her jump in
the split second before the pain registered in her brain. “Fuck!” she screamed.
“Fuck is not a number,” Sam replied, his tone amused. “So we start again at one.”
Rage edged its way past fear at that moment. If she could have, she would have
strangled him. Instead, as the whip curled cruelly around her left thigh, she cried, “One!”
Ten more blows, five on each ass cheek, though the order was random. Each time
the leather struck, Rae jerked against her restraints and cried out, the belt at her throat
choking her. Desperately she tried to keep count, calling out the numbers, tears of
impotent fury coursing down her cheeks.
He returned to face her. This time the lash caught the underside of one of her
breasts, snaking over the skin. Rae screamed.
“Count,” Sam hissed.
“Twelve,” Rae cried quickly, terrified he’d make her start over. “Please,” she
entreated. The whip struck, finding her other breast. She screamed, unable to help it,
but she managed to gasp, “Thirteen.”
He struck her thighs, a stripe of fire on each leg before again moving behind her.
For a while he concentrated on her ass, which was easier to tolerate than anywhere
else, though it still stung plenty. At twenty-eight he returned to stand in front of her. She
was breathing hard, dizzy with pain and fear, her body slicked with sweat.
“The last two,” Sam said. “And then you’ll thank me for taking the time to correct
you.”
The flick was sudden, the pain excruciating as the tip of the whip made contact with
Rae’s right nipple. She howled, forgetting to count, forgetting language altogether. Then
her left nipple exploded with pain.
Her heart was thundering in her ears, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Count,”
she heard him admonish, as if from a distance, though his mouth was close to her ear.
Somehow she forced her lips to comply, desperate for this to be over. “Twenty-
nine,” she whispered. “Thirty.
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***Bad Boys, and Why We Love Them***
My name is Annabel Joseph, and I’m a bad boy addict.
I know it’s wrong. I know they’re bad for me, but I can’t quit ’em. It’s probably because my
first book boyfriend was Leo Kovalensky in Rand’s We The Living. (Yeah, I grew up in a weird
home. But I digress.)
I remember getting into it with some authors on a romance chat board about how heroes
“should be.” Kind, protective, responsible, loving, romantic. I raised my digital hand and said, “I
like heroes who are mean sometimes.”
Jaws dropped, tongues lashed, lectures ensued. “Romance heroes can’t be bad, Annabel!
They have to be heroic or you’re doing it WRONG.” I backed out of that argument because I
wasn’t going to convince any of them otherwise, but in my heart I knew there was a place for
bad boys in romance. I knew because I’d written a bunch of them, and those books (and bad
boys) were the ones my readers talked about the most.
I can’t explain the Bad Boy mystique, I just know there’s something about a man who’s not
perfect, who’s rough around the edges, who doesn’t always know the right thing to do or say.
There’s something about watching a bad boy dig himself deeper into trouble with the heroine,
and then seeing him realize that, bad as he is, love is badder and stronger than any of his faults.
I suppose that’s the key to it all. Love always prevails.
If the hero’s perfect and love prevails, yeah, sure, it’s sweet, but what else was going to
happen? He’s perfect, for God’s sake. But when a bad boy finds love…well, that’s something
special. There’s extra effort, a pressing need for redemption that makes my heart ache and
worry, and then swell with joy when the bad boy finds his way to his Perfect Girl, the one who
understands and accepts him, flaws and all.
The hero of my book, Jeremy Gray, is a Bad Boy Extraordinaire: selfish, haughty,
demanding, sexually deviant. But he’s one other thing too…a damaged, scared man who really
just wants love. I hope you’ll order MAKE ME: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire to meet my bad boy
Jeremy, and many other bad boys who’ll make your heart ache and swell. As well as some other
parts, hopefully. Thanks for reading!
About The Authors:
Thank you for considering MAKE ME: Twelve tales of dark desire. We hope you enjoy your
trip! Please check out the contributing authors to find out more about their books and upcoming
events.
Aleatha Romig - Consequences
Skye Warren - Wanderlust
Eliza Gayle - Play With Me
Cari Silverwood - Take Me, Break Me
Jasmine Haynes - Take Your Pleasure
Pam Godwin – Beneath the Burn
Annabel Joseph – Comfort Object
Claire Thompson – Enslaved
Annika Martin – The Hostage Bargain
Shoshanna Evers – The Man Who Holds the Whip
Pepper Winters – Tears of Tess
CJ Roberts – Captive in the Dark
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