One wild quickie with a sexy stranger will change Rae's life forever. Rae Stone is majoring in psychology so that she can open a clinic for autistic kids, but when her scholarship is yanked because she failed an impossible statistics course, she thinks she's out of luck and doomed to return to her poverty-stricken hometown. Because she has three weeks of college freedom left, she goes to an upscale party and has a wild quickie with a stranger, who turns out to be the sexy owner of the Devilhouse, a BDSM club. He offers her a job that scares the heck out her, so she screws her courage to the sticking place and becomes Lady Macbeth, Domme of the Devilhouse. She's found the money to stay in college, but will the secretive Wulf turn out to be her Prince Charming or the Devil who tempts her to ruin? WARNING: Due to sexual content, this book recommended for ages 18 and over. This title contains voyeurism, a bit of girl-girl exploration, graphic language and a wild quickie that should have been a one-night-stand.

A Hot and Sexy New Series One wild quickie with a sexy stranger has changed Rae's life forever. Despite her sheltered upbringing, Rae decides to screw her courage to the sticking place and become Lady Macbeth, the newest Domme of The Devilhouse, but when The Dom discovers that she lied about her "extensive experience" with BDSM, will he fire her or make her an altogether different offer? EXCERPT: Wulf studied her application. "You speak French and Spanish?" "Some. College French and Border Spanish." Wulf looked up. He smiled with one side of his mouth. "Border Spanish?" "Just what you learn when you grow up near the Mexican Border." Like how to speak respectfully to drug lords lest you end up buried in a shallow grave out in the wide, unsearchable desert. "I can get along in most social situations, but I couldn't hold a philosophical debate." "All right. Vernacular conversational Spanish. Excellent. Some of our clientele is from outside the States. Border Spanish may be just the language to use while you rough them up." Wulf looked at her application again. He asked her, "Comment bien parlez-vous français?" She replied, "Comme ci, comme ça, but I've never been anywhere that people actually speak French." Wulf switched back to English. "What is that accent?" Rae wished she sounded like an elegant Parisienne. "Cajun. My French conversation TA was from Louisiana." "Border Spanish and Cajun French. You will scare the dickens out of your clients, and they will love you for it." Rae couldn't imagine that. "One last thing. There is no pressure in this." Wulf smoothed her application on his desk. His studied smile became more jolly, like he was mocking himself. "Like some other male-oriented businesses, I'm not only the owner, I'm also a client. When I utilize the professional services of a consultant, she is paid her standard rate, and the scope of services is limited by this." He pointed to her application where Rae had detailed which absurd things she would and would not do, which now felt like a contract with the Devil since Wulf, who was The Dom—who Rae had tentatively diagnosed as a psychopath from Georgie's and Lizzy's descriptions—had pinned it to the desk with his finger. He said, "Consultants may opt out of entertaining me as a client. Dolly has opted out, but you don't know her yet, so you can ask Georgie or Lizbeth that she is treated no differently than anyone who has opted in. You can also opt out at any time in the future, no reason necessary." His professional smile was unflinching. Rae asked, "Is that what you were doing when you took Lizzy on a date?" "Dates are different. This would be a business arrangement, for around a half an hour." "No," Rae said. She didn't even think about it, and she should have thought about it before she said anything because he might not give her the job and she might have to leave college. She had been ready to jump on the casting couch with him. She wanted to slam him up against a wall again or entice him to bend her over this glass and steel desk that separated them. Yet, even though she was turned on, even though her panties were damp with wanting him, she didn't want to be a whore. "No, thank you." "I'll make a note of it." His smile did not waver. Rae wondered if he was relieved, and her heart sank. "For this next part of the interview, I need to see you in a scene." Here came the casting couch part. Rae had prepared herself for it.

One wild quickie wasn’t enough. Now Rae can’t seem to stop, but she has to. Rae’s best friend admits that she’s in love with The Dom of The Devilhouse and Lizzy saw him first, so Rae decides to put an end to their affair, though she must continue Domme training so she can work at The Devilhouse to pay for college. When a scene goes so horribly wrong that it could screw up Rae’s life, Wulf rescues her. She’s emotional, she’s grateful, and she can’t keep her hands off him. EXCERPT: Wulf sat in his office chair and rolled himself to his desk. “The business files are in our accountant’s office,” he said, as if he had never leapt out of his chair. “You should peruse them.” “Right,” Rae said. “Just in case I’m related to any more of the spank-and-wankers.” Humor returned to Wulf’s blue eyes. He adjusted his tie knot with a practiced tug. “Yes. Can’t have that.” “You know, Wulf, maybe I shouldn’t work here.” Rae stared at her hands and flexed her rough fingers. She really needed to paint her nails, whether she was going to work at The Devilhouse or not. “I’m too much of a liability. Girls like Lizzy and Georgie, who are both from Back East, don’t know anyone around here. I’m connected to half the state, even politicians and police chiefs and judges and drug lords and coyotes from across the Border. I don’t want to cause trouble.” “You don’t have to worry about The Devilhouse or me, Reagan.” She looked up when he used her full name. Usually, she didn’t like it, but Wulf tended to use more formal names, and on his lips, it sounded different, more polite. He continued, “This establishment has special licenses from the state for its operation, and our clientele is our best asset.” “Evidently. Man, I thought you were going to kill Jim Bob.” “Oh, I never think about killing people.” Rae glanced up at his icy eyes. That was a whole lot of denial for such an exaggerated cliché. It didn’t take a psychology major or a Shakespearean actor to notice that Wulf doth protest too much. However, maybe his reasoning came from having been on the wrong end of a rifle. “Um, well, I can’t believe you called Mayor Harding,” Jim Bob’s uncle and her uncle, too, “and that he comes here.” “Yes, and that’s another reason why you should remain employed at The Devilhouse. I told your cousin that I would protect you. If you return home, Jim Bob might not be so tractable. He might try his assault again.” “I didn’t think about that.” Crud. She was kind of trapped, at least as far as working at The Devilhouse was concerned. However, Lizzy’s feelings were still foremost in Rae’s mind. “There’s another problem, though.” Wulf leaned in and rested his elbows on the desk. “What is that?” She couldn’t narc on Lizzy crushing on Wulf, either. “This seems wrong.” “What does?” “The way that we always,” and she wasn’t sure what to call it because neither making love nor screwing seemed right, “can’t help ourselves.” Wulf smiled a little more. “Well, then,” he said, “we will refrain.” No! Dang it, her brain couldn’t decide what it wanted. Yet, if she and Wulf could just have a business relationship, then Rae wouldn’t be betraying Lizzy at every opportunity. “Okay.” “Do you have any other reservations about working here, other than our lack of self-control?” “Just that, well, I don’t know.” Again, she always seemed to be on the verge of saying something obnoxious and judgmental. “I just don’t get why these guys would want to be spanked.” Wulf’s smile betrayed nothing but calm amusement. “I believe that we were just about to have a training session.” “Um, yeah. But we just talked about that.” Wulf licked his lips, and even though his expression barely changed, Rae had the uncomfortable association of a wolf about to rush a wide-eyed lamb. He asked, “If I spank you and you like it, you’ll stay here and work for me, ja?”

Some secrets are hidden deep. Now that Lizzy’s feelings for The Dom have changed, Rae Stone is free to accept his invitation for supper after Saturday night at The Devilhouse, but will The Dom discover that Rae has been snooping into his past and knows more about him than he wanted anyone to know? EXCERPT: Between the wine and the chocolate and the enormous amount of food, Rae felt on the verge of falling asleep and dreaming about flying through clouds. She slouched and rested her head on the back of her chair. “That was amazing.” Wulf’s smile was kind. “Sometimes I forget that my people are all excellent at their jobs.” “I have never tasted anything like that.” Her eyelids drooped. “That’s cool.” Really cool. Dang nifty. She yawned. “Quite.” Rae felt his warm hand slide around hers. “Shall we go upstairs?” She sat up in shock, and the twinkling dining room glared before her eyes adjusted. She whispered, “No! We can’t. Not here. Your whole staff has been traipsing through this dining room to get a look at me. They will all know what we’re doing.” He chuckled. His thumb rubbed the back of her hand, and a wisp of desire rose like smoke through her. “They are all adults, as are we.” “Oh my God. I would never. They’ll laugh at me. They’ll talk.” “Rae,” and Wulf pressed her hand between both of hers, calming her, “if everyone thought that way, the nobility would have died out generations ago.” “Still, it’s not like we’re married or something.” That should make him back off. Instead, Wulf stood and tugged her hand gently, pulling her to her feet. His fingers wound around hers. She bobbed as the wine rushed to her head. He said, “Let’s go.” She scooted out from around the chair and plucked her purse from where it hung on the back. Dizziness spun her head. “I couldn’t.” “Come on.” He led her through the dining room. “We’ll sneak upstairs. No one will notice us.” “I so doubt that.” The wine and chocolate sang in her head. She wanted to press against his skin and feel him under her palms. Her body followed where he led her, even as her brain protested that everyone would know. He stopped at the door to peer around the corner, and Rae didn’t see and bumped him from behind. When he turned to shush her, lest the staff hear them, she couldn’t help herself and kissed him. His other hand slipped around her waist and drew her closer. The whalebones in her dress poked her ribs and hips as she fit her body against him. He pulled back and grinned at her. “Careful. Given an opportunity, I will sweep all these table settings to the floor and have you on that table.” She couldn’t breathe for wanting him to do just that, but Wulf looked out the door again and led her down the hall of ferns and urns to the main room. He paused at the base of the staircase to glance around them, scrutinizing the conversation groupings of satin couches and chairs and peering at the super-sized grand piano for lingering servants. Yeah, he was definitely mocking her. Rae wanted to scurry away from all the eyes in this house, so she gathered up her skirt and led the way. Wulf chuckled all the way up the stairs behind her. At the top, she waited for him to climb the last steps. The enormous chandelier hung like a crystal sun suspended at eye-level. Wulf bounded up the last step and tugged her hand again. “This way.” The balcony skirted the chandelier and the entertaining room below. Rae wanted to hug the wall, but her scarlet dress was worse than useless as camouflage. After far too long a walk down a beige and gold hallway with too many doors in what must have been the house’s other wing, Wulf opened a door at the end of the hallway. Rae dashed in, and he closed the door behind them.

Some secrets can destroy you. Wulf's carefully constructed cover identity as The Dom of The Devilhouse starts to unravel and he knows he's falling for college student Rae, so he begins arrangements to move out of the country. Before he can move his household, Rae must go home to face her family, so Wulf goes with her to protect her from the cousin who would expose her employment at the Devilhouse just to watch her burn. Rae and Wulf go out of The Devilhouse, and Into the Fire.

Rae’s life has changed forever. Rae Stone has been caught working at The Devilhouse, a BDSM club, and though her strictly religious family has shunned her, they have given her one, last chance to leave college and come back. Because family is the most important thing in the world to her, she packs her bags. She’s getting ready to drive home, but Wulf knocks on her car window and tries to convince her to come to Paris with him because her family doesn’t recognize the love in her heart and that church would steal her passion. If she goes to Paris with Wulf, she loses her family. If she drives away, she loses Wulf.

Everyone tells you that a reckless tryst at a party will ruin your life, but somehow I ended up with a hot billionaire with a royal secret. I’m just a small-town girl, and I messed up and lost my college scholarship. I was broke. But then I met tall, ripped, tantalizing Wulf, whose sapphire-blue eyes warmed when I was joking around while we waltzed, and I did something that anyone would tell you is stupid. I found out that night that he was ripped under his tuxedo, with broad shoulders and biceps like steel. And then I found out he was wealthy. Not rich. Wealthy. I’d already figured out he was into some wild stuff. But he was more than I thought. So much more. And that was the problem. I fell in love with him that night, the night he saved me, and then I was the one who was messed up. \~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Includes your favorite romance tropes! Enemies to lovers, billionaire lifestyle, hidden and secret identity, steamy spicy reads, and so much more!