THE DEVIL’S KISS
Series: Devil’s Kiss (#1)
Genre: Dark erotic romance
Word count: 52,000
“Don’t think of it as blackmail. Think of it as an alternative to prison. I’d much rather punish you myself.”
Kayla Sutton faces a question no mother wants to face: what would you do to save your daughter? Broke and desperate, she siphons thousands from her employer to pay for her daughter’s treatment, but when Gage Channing discovers her theft, she is shocked to learn that her boss has no intention of turning her over to the police. Instead he issues an ultimatum—give him her sexual submission, or go to jail.
Backed into a corner by a man with no shame, Kayla must find the strength to travel down the path of pain and pleasure. But when her past catches up to her, prompting a free fall into forbidden territory with a man she once loved, Kayla realizes nothing is black and white when everyone around her has secrets.
NOTE TO READERS: The Devil’s Kiss is a dark romance with a BDSM edge that does NOT conform to safe, sane, and consensual practices. Includes explicit content and subject matter that may offend some readers. Intended for mature audiences.
WHAT READERS ARE SAYING
“If you don’t mind the DARK AND EDGY reads, and you enjoyed the books like Dark Duet or Tears of Tess, you will find The Devil’s Kiss a most satisfying read.” — My Journeys Into Pure Imagination
“THE DEVIL’S KISS will light you on fire! I’m still not sure if it is from the searing pain his sadistic side relishes in dishing out or the scorching hot sex he was so obviously born to engage in.” — Bookie Nookie Reviews
“Gemma warns us…this ain’t your Mama’s Romance. It is intense, dark, gritty and … Awesome!” — SnifferWalkBooks
“Wow. I am floored. All in all, the length of these books put together barely total a small novel, yet each standing on their own grow to a huge satisfactory read.” — Rebecca Berto
Hysteria rushed up and lodged under my breastbone, and I could hardly breathe as the doors slid open at our floor. He dug his fingers into my arm and dragged me to our suite. My face was already wet with tears.
He swiped his card, the light flickered green, and the beep signaled the beginning of what I knew was going to be a hellish night.
“I’m saying no,” I said as soon as he shoved me through the door. “Wha…whatever”—I swallowed the vomit rising in my throat—“whatever you’re gonna do, stop.”
The door slammed, and he pushed me against it. “I said shut up.” His hands shook, which only intensified the terror fisting my heart. “What I’m going to do,” he said, his gaze dropping to my mouth, “is kiss the fuck out of you.” He tangled his hands in my hair, leaned in, and sighed against my lips. “Do you have a problem with that?”
No, but I should have.
It was my only thought as he took control of my mouth. Hot tongues swirling together, the taste of rum on his lips, the way he moaned my name before sucking my lower lip between his teeth, and his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling against my scalp—every sensation zipped through me like a firefly. I should definitely have a problem with this.
I couldn’t recall the space of time between the door and the bed, but the mattress welcomed the weight of my body, and Gage blanketed me, his mouth never leaving mine, never failing to suck the free will from my soul with the poison of his kiss. He grabbed at my dress, ripping and tearing, and his frantic fingers clutched handfuls of me; my hips, my thighs, shoving my legs wide open, pushing my knees up an instant before he slammed into me. He was like a beast, desire his claws, and I came apart under his lethal need.