“A submissive worth fighting for…”

Darren has searched all his life for that special lady–one who will curb his wilder instincts, one who is not afraid to provide the firm hand he needs to mold him into the perfect submissive.

Rula’s been hurt too many times by men who promised to love her for who she is, but who ultimately turned out to be wolves in sheep’s clothing. As the reigning rubenesque champion, she’s no stranger to fighting for what she wants. And what she wants is a man who will cater to her every whim…if he exists.

Heidi pumps iron to build her muscles, but it’s all just a cover for the one muscle she longs to share with a man she can tame.

When Rula and Heidi both aim their whips in Darren’s direction, the rules of the Black Dungeon Fight Club are clear: Two Dommes enter; one Domme leaves. Winner takes all. But Darren won’t submit to any rule that will deprive him of one of his mistresses. It’s all or none.

Love is blind and loves chocolate.

Sylvie Renaud is the beauty of Paris. Men line up at her door just to kiss her hand. Being the daughter of a wealthy baron certainly doesn’t hurt either. Sylvie can have her pick of any man, but she’s going to take her time and savor the attention as long as possible.

Gerard Dubois owns Le Meilleur Chocolat. His chocolate shoppe has earned its reputation as Paris’s finest. Hideously scarred from burns received making his famous product, he keeps out of sight, preferring to work in the lonely wee hours of the night.

Gerard’s and Sylvie’s paths cross when she makes a visit to the shoppe after hours for a birthday present. Gerard only means to stop her pounding at his door so he can get back to his work. She’ll get a good look at his face and run screaming, leaving him in peace. How could he know Paris’s grande belle is blind? While Sylvie might be unable to see his face, he is enchanted by hers. One look and he’ll do anything to keep her, including kidnapping and whisking her away to his country home.

Sylvie may be a prisoner, but there is something about the velvety rich voice of her captor that enthralls her. She should be figuring out how to escape, shouldn’t be devouring the chocolates he tantalizes her with that are surely drugged. And she definitely shouldn’t be craving the man who overwhelms all of her senses but sight.