By
Monica
Corwin
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Blurb:
Victor Brandt has a secret. As a new resident to New York, he goes out in search of diversion, and he finds it behind a red door. The Underworld embraces him, and soon he realizes he's going back night after night just to see Mistress Lethe: a Dominatrix so demanding she will satisfy her submissive into forgetting their own name before stealing her pleasure. But soon Mistress Lethe draws Victor into her world, and he realizes it's a lot larger than he thought.
Bianca's
coffee business is booming, but her love life is lacking. With each
step her friends—the other three horsemen of the apocalypse—take
toward happiness, she holds herself back. As visions of the future
threaten everything the horsemen have built, Bianca finds a man who
sees all of her: the light and the dark, and for a little while she
becomes Mistress Lethe, a simple woman and the embodiment of
Conquest. But fate plays cruel jokes, and after only a short
time with Victor she is confronted with a decision that can save the
world but cost her the first man that’s ever made her want to
be human.
When
a mysterious stranger arrives bearing ill omens, Bianca wonders if
she can keep together her motley crew in order to save the
world. Or will the threesome’s tangled emotions usher in the
apocalypse? Come and see.
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Monica Corwin
is an outspoken writer who attempts to make romance accessible to
everyone no matter their preferences. As a new Northern Ohioian
Monica enjoys snow drifts, three seasons of weather, and disliking
Michigan. When not writing Monica spends time with her daughter and
her ever growing collection of tomes about King Arthur.
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Excerpt:
Bianca berated
herself for succumbing to such distraction. Victor, his body, sighs,
and all that toned brown skin. Even after her seal was stolen, she
still couldn’t get him from her mind. It’s not like they didn’t
have an idea of who stole it. It made sense she’d target Bianca
since she’d humiliated her when they fought with Hel in the
Underworld. The fact that a hellhound had entered her home while she
and Katherine were out and stole the crown enraged her. Even Victor’s
beautiful body couldn’t heal that sense of violation. When she
raced home and found the place empty, at first fear flashed through
her for Katherine’s safety, but she called the others and located
them all at Scarlet’s place. They partied along completely
oblivious through the theft of her seal and where was she? Shame
poured over her as her mind drifted back to Victor.
Every inch of her
wanted to take Victor again and mark him as her own. His sighs
resounded in her mind as she stared at her ceiling during the night.
And often, since she’d woken up, she’d stop and think about him.
She’d ridden him on the floor, and he’d taken everything she
dished out and wanted more. For her first human BDSM relationship,
she wadded in neck deep. She researched online about BDSM
relationships and learned she’d claim him if he wanted her to.
Collar him and then set the standards of whatever came afterward.
For a moment, she
considered what kind of collar one would put on a human and if he
might actually wear it. Maybe only at the club or in play. Parts of
her discounted the notion because she loved nothing impeding her
hands from his bare skin. Beautifully unmarred by accessories…but
he also cut a nice suit.
She slammed the open
book in her lap closed as the bus rattled along between taxis and
tourist rigs. No point in pretending anymore. She’d read ten words
since she opened it fifteen minutes prior, and three stops remained
until she would exit the bus and trek the couple blocks to work.
Cloris wanted her, and all of them, to use her car service, but most
of them loved the independence and the ability to go about their day
and live their own life. Even if they did spend most of their time
together. She worried after Katherine though. The woman cared too
much about others for her own good, and Bianca feared someone would
take advantage of her gentle heart.
A man bumped against
her as the bus hit a pothole. He grabbed the pole in front of her
that aligned with the seats. All the seats were taken, or she’d
have shifted to another one. She glared over at him to find him
leering down her cleavage. If she were Scarlet, she’d make him hurt
for the insult. Cloris would stare him down and make him regret his
daring. If she were Katherine, she’d politely excuse herself to
another area of the bus until departure and then forget about it. She
glanced back at him as he continued staring, and she didn’t care.
None of it mattered because a numb emptiness suffused her. Sitting on
a bus full of humans, milling around, living their menial lives. The
end of the world might be a favor to them. Give them something to
fight for.
Her hands tingled
with the power inside her. She shook them to try dissipating the
sensation, but it didn’t work. The edge she’d worn off at the
club returned with a vengeance. A reminder as that conquering power
began to force its way back up again. The man shifted his hand and
grazed her breast as he shifted it up the pole in front of the row of
seats. Her control snapped and she grabbed his chin. For a moment,
the lust in his eyes, and then behind it the disgusted dirty deeds
he’d committed in his life, were all she could see. The way he used
and abused women before tossing them away.
His voice broke the
spell. “You know you want it.”
She leaned in and
pressed her lips to his in barely the promise of a kiss, and shoved
the raw power inside him. When she pulled away, she smiled and
whispered against his mouth. “You will never touch another woman
again. Every time you do your skin will itch and burn as if you
caught fire.”
He shifted and
attempted to break the grip she held on his chin. She wasn’t
Cloris, Katherine, or Scarlet, but she was stronger than a human
woman. She patted him on the cheek, before releasing him, and he
flinched back with a pained expression.
The bus jerked to a
halt and she parted the crowd to exit. Once the cool air hit her
face, she realized the direction her mind drifted and stopped cold.
She’d only seen Victor a couple days prior, and the time she spent
with him kept the edge of the need to control at bay, but after two
days without the power, it began to rise from the depths of her
demanding to be used, demanding the respect. She sighed as a cold
sweat sprouted at her temples. She began a heavy march toward the
shop and started to wonder if working would be a bad idea. To be
around customers and people making demands of her. That might not be
a good mix to her already unpredictable powers. She reached into her
pocket for her phone and hit one of her worker’s numbers. “Hey,
Tina, it’s B. Do you mind taking my shift this afternoon?”
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