Revenge Served Hot
$2.99
Heat Level
ON FIRE: explicit sexual activity in many or most chapters, graphic physical details, body fluids, all adult words for body parts. Physical intimacy is a big part of the plot.
Trigger Warning(s)
DUBCON, SEXUAL ASSAULT
I’m Not the Man of Your Dreams. I’m the Man of Your Nightmares.
My name is Livvi, and for the next 13 months I’ll be on my knees, paying off my father’s debts. There’s been a plot against my family for years, and I am the tapestry upon which he will paint his sadistic revenge.
But I may yet have a Champion. He’s a man with a dark past, and though his deception leaves me stunned, he promises to keep me alive.
The price, however, is complete submission to his desires.
It’s an offer without guarantees, and I have no choice but to accept it.
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This is a short story with unequal power exchange and dubious consent that explores the dark sides of obsession. In the end it is a romance, with an HEA.
Previously published with the same title in the anthology Hero Undercover.
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Excerpt:
I stared at J.S.
“So?” I finally challenged.
“So, since your father didn’t finish his contract, you’ll take his place.”
“I’m not a financial planner. I’d probably bankrupt you.” Why was I goading him?
“Perhaps I should state it more clearly. You will be taking your mother’s place.”
“Dusting? Vacuuming? Okay. Let me put on an apron.”
He sighed, as though I was his recalcitrant teenager. “Curbing your tongue is going to be the first thing that we work on. No, my dear, your mother was a ‘comfort woman.’ ”
“What, like in Japan during World War Two?” I tossed the description out casually.
He fixed me with a stare. “Yes, Livvi, exactly like that.”
And I think that was the first moment I’d let myself think about my mother’s life. I’d never wanted details. I don’t think my mother ever knew that I knew anything. And since the day my father had told me, I’d never asked about it again.
“No. No. Fucking. Way.”
“Yes, Livvi. Yes. Fucking. Way. There’s thirteen months left in the contract, and you will serve them here, on your knees, and on your back, fucking and being fucked.”
Before my brain knew what my muscles had planned, I turned and ran.
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Sue T.
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For years I’ve written stories of power exchange and capture fantasies, hiding them in my computer, convinced I was alone in my desires.
My women are fierce and independent . They will not surrender until they are respected by the mates who claim their hearts as well as their submission.
Right now, I split my time between being mother, wife, overworked employee, and servant to the cat’s every need. Most evenings will find me hiding in my office cave to write, where all I care about is my internet signal ,and the strength of my coffee.
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