A Benediction Novel
By: Shelly Bell
Releasing March 10th, 2015
Avon Red Impulse
An exhibitionist who's waited her whole life to be seen …
After her stepmother is abducted, Danielle Walker has no choice but to follow the kidnapper's cryptic instructions. Under the guise of a sex slave trainee, she must infiltrate Cole DeMarco's BDSM club and find evidence of his offshore bank account … or she'll never see her stepmother alive again. But Master Cole is no stranger, and despite the dark past they share, Danielle cannot resist his magnetic pull.
The voyeur who's always been watching …
As Danielle begins uncovering Cole's secrets, the artistic voyeur arouses her deepest desires, and she surrenders to a fiery passion she never expected. But with time running out to save her stepmother, Danielle and Cole will face off against an evil growing more ruthless by the day … and discover a twisted web of lies, betrayal, and murder that neither saw coming.
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With the loaded Glock in his hand, he leaned on the doorframe and watched her sleep.
He doubted her ability to carry out this mission, but they had no choice.
In a room decorated with framed Degas prints, Danielle Walker lay on her king-sized sleigh bed, tangled in her silk sheets. Her window was open, paving the way for the moonlight to illuminate her creamy skin and the desert breeze to caress her flesh.
His fingers itched to do the same.
She wasn’t his normal type. He preferred his whores thin, blonde, and tan like the California girls he’d heard sung about on the radio as a child. Although Danielle had lost weight this past year, she was still soft and curvy. He’d studied each and every photograph his man had taken of her over the last few months, especially the ones of her sunbathing naked by the pool in her backyard. He wanted her, and damned if he would allow anyone to stop him from having her.
A sigh passed her plump lips, and she rubbed her thighs together as if inviting him to her bed.
He checked his watch and peered down the hall.
Perhaps he had time to accept her invitation.
He crossed the room and settled on the edge of her mattress, inhaling the faint scent of lilacs. His dick hardened as he traced her raven hairline with the muzzle of his gun. She stirred and licked her lips before opening her sleepy brown eyes.
It only took a moment for those eyes to widen into terror.
Before she could scream, he covered her mouth with his gloved hand and waved the gun in front of her beautifully frightened face.
Not that it mattered if she did scream. No one would help her.
“Stay quiet, Danielle, and I promise no harm will come to you.” The whispered lie spilled effortlessly from his lips.
True, no harm would befall her tonight, but the countdown to the end of her life had begun years ago.
A sucker for a happy ending, Shelly Bell writes sensual romance often with a bit of kink and action-filled erotic thrillers with high-emotional stakes for her alpha heroes and kick-ass heroines.
She began writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
She currently writes for Avon Red Impulse, Loose Id, and Soul Mate Publishing.
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