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CLUB GENESIS: CHICAGO DARK/SPICY ROMANCE BUNDLE

CLUB GENESIS: CHICAGO DARK/SPICY ROMANCE BUNDLE

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Indulge in this dark, spicy romance eBook bundle featuring Alpha Dominants and the submissives they burn to tame. A complete twelve-book series of forbidden desires!

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Word Count: 919K

Awaken Me
Consume Me
Seize Me
Arouse Me
Ignite Me
Entice Me
Expose Me
Bare Me
Unravel Me
Command Me
Tame Me
Tempt Me

♥️ Excerpt from Awaken Me ♥️  

  “Stop! Damn it. Stop!” I screamed, scrambling to get away from the monster posing as a Dom.
   He didn't listen.
   Why did I agree to be alone with him?
   “Red. Red.” I screamed in one last desperate attempt for him to heed my safeword.
   “You don’t hear so good do you? There is no red. Not now. Not ever." He bellowed.
   With a deafening crash, the door to the private room burst open.
   Straining my eyes toward the commotion, I saw my protector, Daddy Drake rush inside.
   Blessed relief washed over me.
   Heart-stopping astonishment quickly followed. A gasp of surprise froze in my lungs as my heart clenched in my chest. Blinking past Drake, bowed up and ready to kill...standing shoulder to shoulder between Dungeon Monitors, James and Tony stood...
   Sir Drool.
   My ghost Dom - the one who haunted my dreams nearly every night.
   Bulging milk-chocolate brown muscles and erotic amber eyes shimmering in a mixture of desire, panic, and dread stared at me. His rugged jaw clenched, and his hands balled into fists at his sides. Knowing his thick, tempting bottom lip lay tucked beneath the angry, tight line drawn across his mouth, I shivered.
   After all the years of sensually frustrating dreams...he was really real.
   The room began to spin. I’d stopped breathing the minute I laid eyes on him. Desperate to draw oxygen into my lungs, I gasped for air. My heart pounded in my chest like a thousand wild horses, and a steady throb beat like a drum between my legs.
   I always wished he was a living, breathing soul. Yet, I never allowed myself the luxury of truly believing it. But there he was, biceps flexing and nearly exploding beneath a black security tee as if anticipating relief. Relief he probably wanted to gain by unleashing his boiling rage upon the demented Dom, Jordon. His muscles pulsed as if being held back by some invisible force, and his broad sculpted chest rose and fell with each panted breath.
   “You’re real,” I whispered faintly, focus locked in the intensity of his gaze.
   “Jordon!” Drake thundered a vicious warning. “Get away from her!”
   “Son of a...” Jordon growled as he shoved me away like a toy he’d grown weary of playing with.
   Easing off the bed, I walked toward Sir Drool. I couldn’t help myself. The magnetic draw was too overwhelming. Forceful. Demanding. Everyone in the room melted away. My feet carried me across the room as if I were floating on air until I stood in front of him.
   Speechless. I reached up with a trembling hand and caressed his cheek.
   A tingling current raced up my arm as my fingertips met his delicious brown flesh. His eyes gazed into mine, reflecting a combination of lust, sadness, and longing. It was the same heart-wrenching expression he wore in my dreams. I felt his body shudder as his chest continued to heave. Did he feel the same electrical current still ricocheting through me?
   “You’re really real,” I murmured, gliding my thumb over his lips as my body trembled. “I’ve been looking for you forever. Where have you been?”
   “Get her out of here, Drake!” Dream Man bellowed in a scathing tone.
   He was screaming at Daddy Drake? Who the hell was this guy? People never raised their voices to Drake if they wanted to live.
   “I’m staying,” Drake thundered back.
   “I said, get her out of here,” Dream Man growled between clenched teeth. His golden eyes narrowed, but remained locked on me. I clearly saw his anger, but there was more, a lot more. “Wrap her in a sheet and take her up the back stairs. Go to my office. She needs you. Take her. Now!”
   His office?
   The chocolate-skinned god from my dreams was the owner of Genesis? No.   That was impossible. It couldn’t be. Nobody knew his identity except the employees, and they never spoke of him. He was like a ghost.
   A phantom.
   Just like my dreams.

Tropes: Private Club, Alpha Male, Age-Gap, Forced Proximity, Forbidden Love, Abduction, Danger, Suspense, Secrets and Lies, Possessive Hero, Protector Hero, Billionaire, Daddy Doms, Office Romance, Fish Out of Water, Friends to Lovers, Love Triangle, Secret Identity, Dom/sub, Steamy.

 *Previously Published as The Doms of Genesis*

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