Thursday, August 18, 2016

Cover Reveal ~ Anne Conley

Exclusive blurb from Murmur, Book 5 in Anne's Pierce Securities Series:  
Valerie Dunaway is a former socialite who has hidden from the public eye for years, due to a horrific attack that left her scarred—physically and emotionally. 
When a strange masked man makes himself at home with her, she’s unable to run. She calls the cops, but the agoraphobic won’t go into protective custody, so Detective Hollerman calls the only people he trusts: Pierce Securities.
Quinten Pierce is a Renaissance man—artist, lawyer, fighter—but his latest assignment has him losing his ever-present control. He’s got one fight left in his career, and although he can’t wait for it to be over, his opponent seems to have ties to Valerie, thus forcing him to hold on until he finds out exactly who he’s working with.
With the help of the Pierce team, the scarred princess and the gentle giant must silence the murmurs of the past that threaten their future.
Unedited Excerpt from Murmur:
The more Quinten learned about the reason for Valerie Dunaway’s agoraphobia, the less he liked it.
Quinten looked over Evan’s shoulder at the three massive monitors. 
“She doesn’t appear to have left her house in three years, dude.  She shops online, doesn’t have a car registered to her, nothing.”
Quinten rubbed his jaw in thought.  “Who comes in and out?”
“A therapist comes once a week.  She pays a house keeper and a man who does gardening and errand-running type stuff.  But it looks like that’s about it.  She cut all ties with friends and family after the incident.  Maybe they took sides?”  Evan’s eyes pored over the screens in front of him, faster than Quinten could process what the man was reading.
“What exactly did her husband do to her?  You said sliced and diced?”  Evan’s choice of words churned in his stomach.  Quinten peered at the screens, desperate to find the one that made sense.
“She was a model when they met.  She came from old money.  The Dunaways?  They married into the Stadlers and created a dynasty.”  Quinten nodded. That’s why she sounded familiar.  He was pretty sure some of his parents’ dinner parties had involved the Dunaways and Stadlers.  “Well, she was their face.  Apparently, when she married Argyle Ford, he wanted her to stop being her family’s face piece, and when she wouldn’t, he tied her to their marital bed and sliced her face up with a straight razor.”
Quinten’s stomach churned at the prospect of a man doing something like that to the woman he vowed to honor and cherish.  “When you say, ‘sliced her face up,’ what exactly, do you mean?”
“Put her in the hospital for two weeks.  There were other injuries, mostly from the restraints he used.  Her lawyer wouldn’t let her do any reconstructive surgery except the bare minimum until after the trial.”
Evan’s fingers flew over keys and he pointed at one of the monitors.  There, displayed larger than life, was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, on the arm of some guy, in a newspaper article.
Quinten sat back in his chair.  So she’d put the man who’d sworn to love her in prison after he’d taken away her identity as a woman in the worst possible way. She was a model, at least for her family’s enterprises—her mother’s clothing company, and her father’s golf club.  Quinten had been there with his dad.  She also was a spokesperson for numerous charities.  She used her beauty for good, it seemed.  And it had pissed off her husband?  Was she hogging all his attention?  Quinten shook his head, unable to understand it.
 At least she’d taken a stand against her attacker.  That should have been a step toward recovery.  What would be so bad that a woman who lived in the limelight would suddenly disappear from it? 
“Tell me if the bastard’s still in jail,” Quinten murmured as he leaned forward to try to make sense of Evan’s screens again.  The computer wiz was clicking through them so fast, even Quinten couldn’t keep up.
“Well, I’ll be damned…” Evan mused, his fingers clicking on keys.
“What?” Quinten growled.
“Looks like he got out last month.”  Another couple of clicks and something whirred to the left of Quinten.  “I’m printing out his address for you.  It seems he’s living with an uncle on the other side of the lake from Ms. Dunaway.”
That news didn’t make Quinten happy at all.
“I’m going to her house.  See what you can get as far as backgrounds on friends and family, especially his.  Find me some trial transcripts.  And we’ll go from there.”
Evan nodded, still absorbed in the data on his monitors.  “Will do.”
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Friday, July 29, 2016

Title: Intertwined Hearts
Author: Desiree A. Cox
Genre: Erotic Romance (18+)
Cover Artist: Kellie Dennis at Book Cover By Design
Editor: Melissa Gray

If you read the Lust, Desire, and Love Trilogy, you already met Hunter and Jackie. Now you can read their story – Intertwined Hearts!

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Fate brought them face-to-face for a wedding between their best friends. A wedding neither was thrilled to be a part of.

When they met and shook hands, their worlds were rocked. Could it be love at first sight? Was there really such a thing?

They both were haunted by past relationships. But Jackie had really deep scars.

And they were opposites in nearly every way.

Was a life together possible?

Neither ever imagined their lives would change as a result of a simple rehearsal dinner.

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I had been watching Jackie’s every graceful, seductive movement during the entire reception. She seemed like one of the most carefree, outgoing, fun-loving people I had ever seen. She talked to everyone. And when the dance floor was opened to everyone, she was the first one on it, signaling for Georgia and Mandy to join her and Nikki.

I sat at the table, watching Jackie’s hips sway to the music. The smile on her face was infectious and never left her pretty face. Her long, black, silky hair swung in sync with her hips, and occasionally wrapped around her face, but she’d removed the strands, never allowing it to interfere with her fun. The dress she had on hugged her curves like it had been made just for her. I couldn’t help but wonder if her body would move so effortlessly and vigorously beneath me. I felt myself growing at the thought of my cock being buried deep inside her.

I leaned back in my chair to continue watching her when she glanced in my direction and her eyes locked on their target. She pursed her lips and signaled with her index finger for me to join her. I wasn’t a big fan of the music. I actually hated dance/club/R&B music and really didn’t want to dance. I was more than content to sit there and watch her enjoy herself. I smiled and slowly shook my head no. Her lips turned down, wiping every trace of her smile from her face. The pouty look was so cute on her.

She looked away and found some guy sitting nearby, alone, and waved for him to join her. He smiled at her like he’d just won the lottery. He damn near knocked his seat over trying to get to her. My breathing quickly became ferocious, like an angry bull, and the blood raced through my veins as I feebly attempted to calm the jealousy that was building with rapid speed.

Nikki and Jeff were walking behind me when Jeff leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Go dance with her.”

“Nah, I don’t like the music.” He shrugged and followed his wife.

When the song ended, the meek fucker kissed her on the cheek and I damn near lost it. She gave me the most teasing look and winked. She knew she had gotten to me. She waved for me to come to her, and like a love-sick puppy, I did. I wouldn’t have been able to watch her dance with another guy again. I had to figure out a way to make the most of this god-awful shit music that was playing, just so I could be close to her.

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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Cover Reveal 

Chase's Chance 
Cherishing the Unexpected (Book 1)
by Amanda Sloan
Coming soon...

Cheyenne Grafton has always lived her life for others. Never looking back on her choices or regretting them because her family would always come first. Although she wasn’t living her dream, she was living, and that meant something. When her friends finally return from college, life gets more interesting. Unexpectedly falling in love with her best friend’s brother wasn't in her plans, and she never thought he would be falling for her as well.
Chase Taylor has always dreamed of running the family ranch with his dad and uncle. Hoping one day to find a love like his parents. College offered him the knowledge, but he didn't find what he was really looking for. He never thought for one minute that he would have to come home to find the person he was meant to be with. His sister’s best friend.
When the unexpected happens and past relationships try to destroy the life Chase and Cheyenne are trying to build, can they get past all the drama that crashes down on their world? Will they keep all their feelings buried deep within, or call it quits before it even starts and never take a chance to cherish the unexpected?

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Sunday, March 13, 2016

NEW RELEASE by Bestsellling Author +Suzy Ayers 

Fantasy Encounters with a Dom finally has a second book, Fantasy Encounters…Further Explorations. See what happens next for Keira and Tim after being trained by a D/s couple in the UK, Jarred and Carrie.

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Coming: 3/15/16

Fantasy Encounters…Further Explorations

Follow along with Keira and Tim’s on their journey as a married D/s couple. Married for over ten years and on the brink of depression, alcoholism and divorce, they instead took their relationship to new heights. They began learning the BDSM lifestyle with the help of a Dom/sub, Jarred and Carrie from the UK.

In this sequel, Keira learns her not so frugal ways will get her into trouble, and she is given more than a verbal warning. They’ve been struggling with the idea of an open relationship; however Keira was not prepared for Tim’s reaction.

Keira receives a Christmas Present that she would’ve never imagined was allowed from her macho man husband, in “Keira’s Christmas Present”. It makes her wonder what other secrets her husband may be hiding.

Keira also learns that a honeymoon is always better when sharing with new friends in “Second Honeymoon”. She wonders what she has awakened within Tim, and who will be returning from the beachy island.

This book can be read as a stand alone; however it is the sequel to “Fantasy Encounter with a Dom”. Both are books for Adults and contain BDSM themes.

Excerpt #1 –What’s Keira’s penance?
The trip was a pivotal turning point in Keira and Tim’s sexual happiness and their marital lives in general. Even after they returned from the United Kingdom, Keira had kept in touch with Carrie especially, and part of the reason she was in trouble tonight. She twitched uncomfortably in her sexy, blue dress, molded tightly to her body.
Standing and waiting for Tim, toying with her precious necklace. To most it didn’t look like much, but to Keira it symbolized a lot. It was a birthday gift from Tim. A silver heart-shaped locket with her birthstone embedded in it and a key with his birthstone. Both dangled from the thin delicate chain. It was to signify her collar when they weren’t in the bedroom. Thinking back to the chills she felt that day. He had never before put such thought into anything, and this was the perfect gift, more than that, it was The Gift. He had sacrificed a lot for her and she knew that.

“Ready?” He shook her from her thoughts. “Kids are all set, at my parents,” he added.
“Yes,” Keira whispered, grinning.
“I don’t think so. I have something—a punishment.”
“But,” Keira went to protest. Per his request, she wasn’t wearing bra or panties and that was uncomfortable enough to her. His stern look told her to shut her mouth.

Excerpt #2 –Just a day at the spa
Tim's work had picked up a bit, but they weren't millionaires by any means. Keira had read too many of those fancifilled books lately, where millionaires Doms knew instantly how to please their woman. She had learned to appreciate even more her husbands’ hard work to understand her needs, and her families' modest income. Perhaps even more so after experiencing a massively painful spanking earlier in the week that had left bruises on her plump backside, Tim had been fed up with her exorbitant spending. She'd always been so responsible, however, her new friends, mixed with new found love of shoes and daily spending sprees, sent their credit card bill skyrocketing.
Returning from the most recent trip to the mall, an ominous feeling fell over her as soon as she saw his car in the driveway—did he know? That day she had treated herself to: the spa, which included the full body massage, both manicure and pedicure, on top of the five-hundred dollar spending spree and lunch for another one hundred plus dollars—it was her turn to buy. She’d felt obliged.

 Excerpt #3 – Hands out
He was sitting in the living room with a sour look on his face. Like a sullen child Keira quickly babbled out her excuses, when she knew there weren’t any. She’d never spent like this before, she’d always been the responsible one—the saver.
“Hands out,” he held a strap.
“What?” Keira almost whimpered out the word. She’d seen women have their hands hit before and was not looking forward to it.
Keira screeched and pulled her hands away, rubbing them, his mere expression had her return them and endure the five more per hand.
“That is for the total cost of the day. Now a spanking for doing something we have already discussed.”
“Yes, sir.” Keira dropped her head.


Suzy Ayers is an Amazon Bestselling Author for multiple titles; both of her fantasy books: Sara's Awakening and Miranda's Amulet in Metaphysical/ Visionary, as well as Fantasy Encounter with a Dom in erotic fiction and Erotic Fantasies in single author and women's fiction.

Her main focus is Romance, which crosses many genres including: Erotica, Fantasy and Paranormal. Her short stories and books twist into happily-for-now or happily-ever-after's

Suzy attempts to write in a manner that pulls you into the erotic event and paints an explicit scene of lust and passion. Her purpose of expressing it in this manner is that she believes that sex and love are intertwined and are healthy expressions of the human heart. To her imperfections and flawed characters are beautiful.

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Saturday, February 27, 2016

Athlete man with a lot of internal force

Good As Dead


Six people want her dead.

Lainey Hargreaves has a secret that she must keep at all costs. It’s a secret that could change the face of the earth, forever. But not all secrets can be kept, and when hers begins to escape, she is certain that death will follow.

There is only one person that can extricate her from the mess she finds herself in. A vampire.

Mercer is that vampire. His quick, analytical brain will give them a head start against her assassins, but even he isn’t confident of success. He needs to discover what Lainey is hiding, unravel her secrets, and earn her trust. She will need to learn to obey his every order without question if they are to stand a chance of success.

And the best place to start? In the bedroom, of course. All women find him irresistible. All women except Lainey, that is, and she’s going to fight tooth and nail to deny the bright red spark that blooms between them.

She’s going to lose.



"You will do as you're told." He yanked on the curl he had captured and she had no choice but to stare at his mesmerising gold eyes. Swallowing at the invisible lump in her throat, she tried to force her head away from his dangerous gaze but could not break his hold over her. She wanted to roar in exasperation, for this mess could rival the Minos Labyrinth. She felt helpless and frustrated. They were two emotions she had very little experience with and she preferred it that way. “Or what?” Lainey tried to bite back the retort but it was too late, the damage was done. When the vamp looked down at her, his eyes were rapidly darkening and his face was contorting with anger. She swallowed hard knowing she’d pushed him too far. Instinctively trying to back up, the wall was unforgiving and she smacked her head against it. His head was coming towards hers yet there was not a thing she could do about it. Wanting to scream, all that came out of her mouth was a pathetic little squeak. He didn’t stop until his forehead rested against hers, his breath blowing heated little flutters against her lip. Her pulse immediately rocketed into orbit and her senses fled. She was only aware of his tempting soft lips, and a great urge to kiss them. For a second, she had a strangled moment of indecision, unsure whether she was willing her body to remain still or urging it to close those last few millimetres separating her mouth from his. Still stranded in torment, he smiled at her as if he knew the inner struggle she was having, and finally made the decision for her. Pulling back abruptly, he put some distance between them by slamming both of his outstretched arms on either side of her head. It made her jump. Eyes which had licks of red and orange flames resting in their depths connected once again with hers, and although he was a little further away this time, it didn’t make him seem any less intimidating. “A nice punishing kiss would probably keep you in line for a couple of days, I think. Should I bruise those soft sweet lips of yours and train them to worship mine? I have a feeling though that once I get a taste for you there’ll be no going back. Then again, seeing a lovesick doe-eyed look in those eyes wouldn’t be so bad. What do you say?” He unleashed the full power of his smile upon her and whilst there was no warmth behind it, Lainey got the message. “No,” she whispered, immediately understanding what he had threatened. “I’ll do whatever you say, no questions asked.” She could not be bitten under any circumstances. He huffed out a breath, and slowly removed his hands from the wall. Lainey sighed with relief as she had a little breathing space back but something akin to disappointment washed through her veins, and it horrified her. She could not feel this way, especially anywhere near a vampire. “Well, I guess that spoiled all my fun for the evening,” he said regretfully. “But it should make the next couple of days rather interesting because at the first sign of disobedience, I’m claiming my kiss, Miss Hargreaves. Are we clear?” He raised an eyebrow and gave her a lopsided grin. Lainey shuddered. “Crystal.” “Good.” “Who are you?” There was a hint of fear in her voice. “My name is Mercer.” “Mercer who?” Lainey pushed her hands against his chest and he backed up a little bit, allowing her a chance to examine him.

“That’s all you need to know."


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Thursday, February 11, 2016

 A Valentine's Bind

Here is my latest offering ready for a hot Valentine's read

The Blurb

When University student Nicky Johnson decides to make an impromptu visit to a BDSM club with friends she get more than she bargained for. 
The alcohol fuelled evening finds her asleep on her sofa the next day, suffering from memory loss. 
But who brought her home? 
Dominant Dariel Pearson shows her that spanking and submission can be empowering. 
Will this be a life changing experience for Nicky? 
This New Adult contemporary romance is a steamy,sexy tale of love, dominance and submission.

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Chapter 1. 


     I woke up slowly. Opening first one eye then the other tentatively. My head banging and my mouth felt like the bottom of a parrot cage. The need for food immediate and overpowering. The mantra in my head repeating over and over.
 I am never drinking red wine again. I am never drinking red wine again.
     Then, I spotted the open packets and containers of food spread across the coffee table in the living room. No wonder my neck hurt so much. Falling asleep on the sofa with my head at an unnatural angle will do that to a person.
    With a selection of leftovers heated up I munched aimlessly. Trying to remember how I got home the previous evening. And, the twenty dollar question was “Who with?” I could hear someone coming through my front door with a key. But, I lived alone, and no one else had keys to my flat. Not even my family. 
I turned to look as the handle started to twisted, panicking as the door pushed open and in stepped a stunning man with dark brown hair. He was wearing, what looked to me like a Saville Row suit. His steely blue gaze connecting with my own slightly bloodshot pale blue eyes.
     Oh. Finally awake are we?” he remarked in a clipped accent as he walked in shutting the door carefully behind him.
     I attempted to swallow the mouthful of curry I was in the middle of chewing and began to cough violently. It had gone down the wrong hole and I was turning an unattractive blue hue.
     Reacting quickly he shot over and banged me on the back sharply three times dislodging the errant bit of curry. Which promptly shot out of my mouth, landing on the rug. Oh. My God. How embarrassing I didn't have a clue who he was and this is how he gets his first glimpse of me. Eating warmed up curry. Looking like I had been dragged backwards through a hedge. Except, apparently this wasn't our first meeting at all. He had a key to my flat and seemed to know his way around. 
     What on earth went on last night?
    Grabbing some tissues I cleaned up the mess on the rug and guiltily started to tidy up the living area. He grabbed my arm firmly, turned me to face him and commanded.
     “Stop that right now. We need to talk. Sit down there.” 
     He pointed to the sofa and I felt an overwhelming compulsion to follow his orders.
     “Right. Tell me what you remember from last night. The truth mind you. I won't be lied to.”
     I opened my mouth, then closed it again. This happened a few times as I had no idea what did happen, how he came to have a key or even how I got home.
     “Enough of that now. You look like a demented goldfish, opening and closing your mouth like that. So. I assume from your body language and failure to respond that you haven't a clue who I am. No idea what I am doing here or even aware of the fact I had to escort you home.”
     I nodded and shrugged. Not trusting myself to talk without making the situation worse. So. The “who” I came home with was revealed.
     “Well then. Perhaps introductions are in order. For starters I know a little about you already. Your name is Nicola Johnson, or Nicky to your friends. You are a student at Salford University studying sociology, who works in a bar in town part-time. Your parents live in Spain having retired recently. Are you sure you can't remember anything about yesterday evening?” He quizzed. A stern look on his face.
    I stared at him and tried my absolute best to remember something, anything. He did look familiar but I couldn't even remember his name, where we had met or what had led to us coming home together. He wasn't even my type, which was the big shocker. He looked way to sophisticated for a piss poor student like me to snaffle.
     “Well...I remember your face. But, other than that it is hazy. I must have drunk way too much red wine last night to blank out the entire evening like this.” I replied.
     “Oh, petal I think the shots might have something to do with the memory loss. That, and the spliff I found you sharing with the guys that wanted to take you home with them. For a threesome as I remember rightly.”



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Thursday, November 19, 2015


The final installment in the Immoral Virtue Trilogy is here at last!

The Watchman (Immoral Virtue, Book 3) Cover

“Totally worth the wait! THE WATCHMAN was so hot and satisfying.
The perfect conclusion to this trilogy.”
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The Watchman - Back Cover Blurb


(Immoral Virtue, #3)

Evil is found when evil is sought


For when those in authority neglect to reprove sin, then very often the good are punished with the wicked.”
- Heinrick Kramer, 1486, The Malleus Maleficarum

For yielding to the proud tears of an accused witch, The Watchman’s soul may have been blackened by evil. To prove himself unmarked, his body free of the witch’s branding, he must stand naked before all and submit to the governor’s thorough and shameful examination.
Though Giles Scott would resist the governor’s practiced and patient touch, only complete abandon might prove his innocence. And since the witch cannot feel, only Giles’ arousal can spare his neck from the noose. And so, he surrenders.
Yet screams from another chamber – perhaps pained, perhaps pleasured – awaken memories from Giles’ dark, torturous past, and the governor’s touch no longer teases but stings... much like the punishing bite of a whip against the flesh of

The Watchman - NEW RELEASE! - Excerpt

“I will take only that which you offer.” He went to her, watched as she skimmed her fingertips from her throat to her breast as he had urged her to do earlier. As he vowed to do himself had he been unbound.
And now, free of the shackles, he took a step closer to her. “What do you offer, Elizabeth?”
“I offer all for you to take.” Her voice was near a whisper, a flutter of air, mesmerizing him near as much as her body bared there before him.
She smoothed her hand lower, a slight brush of her fingertips over her belly, the ripple of her touch pebbling her flesh in tiny bumps of pleasure, pleasure that made his bound cock reach for her. “I would have your hands against me like so,” she said, and with a slowness that pained him, she dipped her hand lower still, to the ruddy thatch he wished to touch and taste. “Your fingers thrust inside of me.” She stroked the tight curls there, tangled her fingers within them. “I offer all of me,” she said, “whatever you wish me to share.”
“Spread yourself for me Elizabeth. Share that part of yourself with me.”
She did not move and he raised his gaze to hers. Saw desire within it, was certain his held the same haze of need. Her breaths grew heavy, her breasts heaving, capturing his attention.
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He reached for her, strummed his fingertips over the swell of her breasts, gently brushing his thumbs over her nipples until they stood firm. The hard nubs seeming to swell as he held them, as he lightly pinched them and used them to pull her to him, not letting go even when she stood so close the head of his cock brushed her belly.
“Do it, Elizabeth,” he whispered, pulsing his fingers against her nipples, lightly, firmly, stroking them in time to her breaths. “Spread yourself so I might see more of you.”
With a sigh, she reached between them, between her legs, and spread herself, her body swaying, his fingers tightening on her nipples, holding her in place. Watching her eyes, then lowering his to see how well she spread herself for him.
He stood back so he might see. “Wider,” he said, his voice thick with need.

Male/Male - Do not think, but feel.
She adjusted her stance, her feet further apart, her fingers peeling herself open further, exposing glistening, blush-pink flesh from which he wished to sip. Her graceful inner lips were delicately frilled, like petals on the most succulent flower. Her core, weeping with desire.
He drew closer to her again, brushed his fingertips over her lips then gently parted them and dipped into her mouth. Her tongue, hot, stroked over his fingers, wetted them. And he withdrew, fitted his hand to her waiting core.
Desire barely tamed, he eased two fingers into her, steadily, yet so slowly, they seemed twice as long, sliding yet deeper into her heat. The slickness on his fingers mingling with the slickness of her need. Her body closing around him, the tightness there, gripping him. His mouth grew dry as she moaned softly. Her breaths, small puffs of heat against his cheek.

He withdrew as slowly, taking his time, watching as passion etched her face, furrowed her brows, parted her lips further.
His cock ached now as it seemed to plead for the same pleasures enjoyed by his fingers. And then he pulled them from her completely, held them near her core, felt the heat of her as if to draw them back inside. He brought his hand to her lips again, let her taste herself.
She closed her eyes, took his fingers into her mouth, licked them tenderly, until he could take no more and he withdrew again.
“I wish to taste you myself,” he said, his gaze on her mouth. “Do you offer yourself so, Elizabeth, that I might dine?”
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THE WATCHMAN, Book 3 in the Immoral Virtue Trilogy is a dark erotic twist of an already twisted period in American History, the Salem witch trials. It contains elements of BDSM, forced consent, M/m, ménage, M/f/f, M/f/m and M/f as well as other sensitive concepts such as forced consent and spanking.

THE WATCHMAN is intended for audiences 18 and over.

The Watchman - About the Author

Arla Dahl is a lover and avid reader of all things sexy and suspenseful. Her inspiration comes as much from history as from the daily headlines, and she is often surprised by how today's issues mirror those from the distant past. In her current work, the Immoral Virtue trilogy, which is set during the witch hysteria of the 17th Century, Arla twists an already twisted history into a daring erotic work of passion and pleasure.
A New Yorker, born and bred, Arla is forever fascinated by the varied cultures of her city - and the exotic foods that go along with them, with their rich flavors and provocative scents that tempt and tease and satisfy. Beyond its rich diversity and decadent cusines, the close and heady feel of a moody late-night jazz club is Arla's favorite part of living in New York.
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Book 1 – The Mark

Book 2 – The Accused

Book 3 - The Watchman

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