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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)

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Once you fully submit, your darkest cravings will…Blossom

The ultra-luxe Black Rose Underground Club used to be Mary Sandusky’s favorite place to play. She was happy to slip into her role as seasoned submissive Blossom and relinquish control to an expert Dom. But when a scene gets out of hand, she can no longer trust her own dark appetites. She’s ready to walk away from Black Rose for good...until she meets a hot Highlander who pushes all the right buttons.

Nothing makes Ronan O’Connor’s blood heat more than commanding a submissive in a scene, but forming a relationship outside the club was an urge lost long ago. The closer people get, the more damage they can do. But when he meets the alluring Mary, her beauty—and her obedience—captivate him, and he's determined to make her his.

Every Dom has firm rules, and Ronan is no exception. So he’ll make her an offer—one that will push her boundaries of pleasure and submission even as it challenges the line that separates Mary and Blossom. But neither of them is prepared for where his plans take them...

Each book in the Black Rose series is STANDALONE:
* Blush
* Bloom
* Blossom

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Prologue

Mary

He meets me outside the club, gives me a temporary collar for the evening, and then leads me to his reserved suite. After he closes the door, I shed my black trench coat and display my candy-apple-red panties…and nothing else. I wait a split second for his reaction to my nudity, but it doesn’t come.

I walk to the bed in the corner and lie down on my side—my seductive pose that all the Doms seem to love. My hair tickles my shoulders.

“Hello, my dark prince,” I say.

He doesn’t reply.

He doesn’t want to talk, and that’s fine. I understand.

I’m here for him, to do what he wants. I’m a good sub.

But I’m not his sub.

I don’t belong to anyone, and that’s how I like it.

He will keep me safe while we share a scene together. Once we’re outside the club, we’ll go our separate ways. Perhaps we’ll play again.

Perhaps we won’t.

I watch him. I always watch my Dom, especially when it’s clear he doesn’t want to talk. He gathers some leather rope, glides his fingers over it. This particular Dom likes leather rope, which is good. Leather is safer than silk or cotton. It can be untied more quickly in case any problems—which are rare—arise.

He removes his jacket. He’s wearing only black jeans.

He’s gorgeous, with tanned skin, muscled abs and arms, thick sandy-blond hair, and beautiful hazel eyes.

“Kneel before me,” he says gruffly.

He doesn’t ask for a kiss.

Good thing. I won’t give him one. I don’t kiss my Doms. It’s not a hard limit for me, but it’s something I prefer to avoid.

Kissing is too personal, and that’s not why either of us is here.

We’re here for a scene. To play together. To dominate and submit for each of our pleasures.

I amble off the bed—not too quickly—and drop to my knees before him, my head bowed.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Thank you for trusting me this evening. Thank you for agreeing to do a scene with me.”

I nod, my gaze still on the floor. I won’t look into his eyes until he commands me to do so. It’s a sign of respect to my Dominant during a scene.

My flesh ignites. Submitting is empowering to me. I learned long ago that giving up my control in a sexual setting frees me, allows me to let go of my ego and put someone else’s desires before my own. It also allows me to explore my own limits with Doms I trust to see to my needs and safety. Since becoming a member of Black Rose Underground, I’ve learned to trust—something I never learned growing up or in the one BDSM relationship I’ve had outside of the club.

I’ve played with this Dom several times in the past. He’s powerful yet calming, and he’s damned good at pleasing a woman. We have mutual respect for each other. He doesn’t let emotion get involved. I try not to, but how can I not? I like some Doms better than others. I enjoy some scenes more than others.

This Dom, though… He’s here for one thing. A scene. Sexual gratification.

“Rise,” he says.

I obey and hold out my arms. He binds my wrists with the leather, and then he leads me to the pole in the center of the room and fastens my wrists to the top so I’m standing, arms elevated, tied to the pole.

He turns away from me then, and because I’m bound, I know better than to look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing. No doubt he’s choosing a toy for my flogging.

I love being spanked, flogged, and whipped. Something about the warmth of a riding crop coming down on my ass, sizzling through my body and arrowing straight between my legs… It never fails to get me going.

Snap—

I hold back a gasp. He’s using a whip this time. Odd. This Dom has only used a whip one other time in a scene with me—the night I experienced one of the most intense orgasms ever.

So I’m down.

Snap. Again. Snap. Again.

The pain. The beautiful, tingling pain. It surges through me, around me, arousing me not just in my pussy but in my tingling nipples, my burning flesh.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

He’s being harsher than usual tonight, but I can handle it. I crave the pain, for it morphs into pleasure as the release I desire surges through me like lightning. I close my eyes, succumb to the pain, the transcendence, the freedom—

Until I gasp.

My skin. It’s broken. I’m bleeding, and—

“Tesla!” I shout.

My safe word. The car I love that I’ll probably never be able to afford.

The first time I’ve had to use it.

But he doesn’t stop.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

Tesla! Tesla! Tesla!

But my lips don’t move. My larynx makes no sound. I’m falling, falling, falling…

Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding…

Snap! Snap! Snap!

And—

I jerk upward in bed, my heart thundering against my chest.

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Bloom (Black Rose #2) Read Online Helen Hardt http://www.wownovels.com/bloom-black-rose-2-read-online-helen-hardt Sat, 26 Aug 2023 11:52:44 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/bloom-black-rose-2-read-online-helen-hardt Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Authors: Helen Hardt Series: Black Rose Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)

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Under his touch, your every desire will… Bloom

Today is the day Francesca Thomas was supposed to get married. All she wants is a stiff drink and a whole lot of distraction…which is exactly when she meets him. Tall, dark, and deliciously disguised, the man known only as Phantom awakens her every sense. All Frankie really knows about him is the raw, untamed chemistry that makes her want to relinquish herself―body and soul―to his touch…

Phantom has rules, all designed to protect his identity. No names. No personal information. But Frankie is a too-tempting ingenue who threatens all of his cautious, careful control. At the ultra-exclusive Black Rose Underground Club, he can explore each of her deepest, uncharted desires…so long as he keeps his public life―and his secrets―hidden.

Frankie’s ready to explore what lies between them. The intensity, the darkness, and the unyielding pleasure of it all. But while the mystery of Phantom is thrilling, secrets are one game she won’t play. And if she’s going to explore the forbidden, she’ll begin with finding out exactly who’s under the mask…

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Chapter One

Frankie

My sister Mandy—short for Amanda—says I have two settings. High and low.

If there’s any truth to her hypothesis, I’ve been on the low setting for the last month.

Sitting here at dinner with my parents, Mandy, and her best friend and brand-new boyfriend, Jackson Paris, isn’t helping my mood. On tonight of all nights…

Did they really forget what day it is?

Mandy looks adorable, as usual. The woman can eat like a teenage boy and never gain an ounce. Plus she’s the perfect height, whereas I’m the giantess of the bunch—taller than both my sister and my mother. Not that I mind my height, but that plus my wide waist and narrow hips make it difficult to find clothes that fit.

Mandy doesn’t have that issue. Her cute, hourglass figure looks amazing in everything from high fashion to sweats and yoga pants. Tonight, she’s wearing simple black leggings, a pink tunic, and clunky-heeled sandals, and it all works for her.

She clears her throat. “Jack and I have some news.”

Mom smiles. “What is it, dear?”

Mandy raises her left hand, showing us the sparkler on her ring finger. “We’re engaged!”

“That’s wonderful!” Mom grabs Mandy’s hand and eyes the new bauble.

“Congratulations, Jackson, Mandy,” Dad says much more calmly than Mom. He’s never been one to get too emotional, but his smile says it all.

This engagement isn’t news to me. Mandy’s been trying to hide her hand since we sat down, but I caught a glimpse of it.

I noticed it. I knew the announcement was coming. And it’s been eating away at me since I saw that shimmering rock on her finger.

I force a smile. “That’s great, Mand.”

I should be happy for my sister, and I am on some level. Many levels, actually. She’s been in love with Jackson forever, and Mandy never had a lot of dates before him. She’s gorgeous, even though I was always considered the beauty between the two of us. It had more to do with Mandy’s introversion than with anything else. She thought it was because she refused to wear contact lenses until recently. Something about touching her eyeball grossing her out. For Jackson, apparently she touched her eyeball, and then, about a week ago, she got laser surgery so she’d no longer have to. But the truth is that Mandy has always been attractive, glasses or not. She’s the only one who didn’t believe it.

So yeah, I’m happy for my sister.

But tonight? Really?

I’m trying to focus on Mandy and her happiness. Truly trying. But how did they all forget so quickly?

I don’t blame Dad so much. He never remembers important dates. But I expected a lot better from my mother and my sister.

Because today…

Today is the day I was supposed to marry Pendleton Berry.

And instead?

I’m sitting at a family dinner while my sister announces her engagement to Jackson Paris, who, by anyone’s standards, is a first-class stud.

I’ve known him forever. He’s been a staple at our house since before I could talk. He and Mandy have been best friends for so long I can’t remember a time when he wasn’t around. I’m not exactly sure how they became an item, only that a month ago Jack was in a car accident and he woke up in love with my sister.

A few days later?

I found out the truth about my own fiancé.

So my wedding? The one that was supposed to be taking place this very day?

It was canceled, and my relationship was over.

Completely and totally over.

The fiasco with my bridesmaids’ dresses, the bachelorette party… All for nothing.

One of those Long Island Playboys from my bachelorette party gave me his phone number that night and whispered in my ear for me to call him later. He was a hottie, too, with dark-brown skin and light-brown eyes. Looking back, I wish I had taken him up on his offer.

I still have his card with his number on it, but he won’t even remember me at this point.

“And you’ll be my maid of honor of course, Frankie.”

I jerk out of my thoughts at Mandy’s voice and force a smile. “Sure. Of course.”

“It’ll be a small wedding,” Mandy says. “Just you and the best man. No other bridal party.”

I don’t say it, but that’s because Mandy doesn’t have any friends. Not close friends like I have. Isabella, Gigi, and I have been besties since college at Mellville University. Truth be told, I wish they were here with me now. I could use some support.

“This is all so amazing, honey,” Mom says. “We couldn’t have picked a better man for you. Jack, you’re already part of the family. You have been for decades.”

“I’ll be honored to make it official.” Jackson curves his lips up into an infectious grin.

Mandy prattles on about arrangements, and quite frankly it’s getting on my nerves. I want to be happy for her. Mandy deserves everything in the world. But how could they totally not remember that this was the night I was supposed to become Mrs. Pendleton Berry?

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Blush (Black Rose #1) Read Online Helen Hardt http://www.wownovels.com/blush-black-rose-1-read-online-helen-hardt Sun, 29 Jan 2023 00:17:52 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/blush-black-rose-1-read-online-helen-hardt Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Authors: Helen Hardt Series: Black Rose Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)

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What he wants from you will make you…Blush

Amanda Thomas is hopelessly in love with Jackson Paris, but he will never see her as anything more than his sweet and innocent bestie. After being virgin-adjacent for too long, Mandy is officially ready to move on. She wants to learn about hot, dirty sex, so she joins an online dating app where the enigmatic Mr. Dark promises to fulfill all of her wicked fantasies...

Jackson Paris has been keeping secrets from his stunning, too-innocent best friend—like forbidden sexual proclivities and his membership at the exclusive Black Rose Underground club. But Mandy has decided she needs an education—the filthy kind. As Mr. Dark, Jackson can safely give her a taste of what she wants—and deter her from pursuing more—without revealing his identity.

But in the dim, provocative atmosphere of Black Rose Underground, there are no secrets. Here, every wicked appetite is satisfied. And for the first time, Mandy will discover who her best friend really is...just in time to shock him with a secret of her own.

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Chapter One

Amanda

My sister, Frankie—short for Francesca—has two settings. High and low. Either she’s going to have incredibly good news or incredibly bad news when she calls. So when her name and number pop up on my buzzing cell phone, my stomach sinks and I assume the worst. If it ends up being good news, it’s a relief. And if it’s bad news, at least I’m a little prepared.

I sigh. I have a headache after staring at my computer screen for ten hours—an average day on the job for me, but now that I’m mentally playing “guess that phone call,” the pain feels sharper.

Relax. It can’t be worse than when she called to say Mom was rushed to the hospital.

Can it?

I look at her name pulsing on my phone screen in time with my pounding head and pick up the call.

“Hey, Frank,” I say into the phone, trying to keep my voice light.

“Mandy, you’re never going to guess what happened!” she squeals.

Good news, then. Thank God. I lean back in my chair, relief washing over me in a pleasant rush.

“You’re right, I’ll never guess,” I say and rub my temple. “So just tell me. What’s up?”

“Penn proposed last night! We’re getting married!”

And just like that, my relief turns to anxiety again.

Pendleton Berry is Frankie’s on-again, off-again significant other. He’s also an overgrown frat brat who sells software systems but actually lives off a trust fund from his grandfather. He and Frankie have been together for more than five years—but with all the breakups, they’ve probably only been together around half of that.

Am I supposed to take this seriously? Maybe, because this is the first time the man actually proposed to her.

Frankie is younger than I am by two years. Even so, she gets everything first. Seriously. She even started menstruating before I did. She was twelve and I was fourteen. Sure, I got the curse a month later, but still, she had to show me up. I was an awkward kid, introverted and hardly athletically inclined. Frankie even learned to ride a bike before I did.

I love my sister, but now that I’m pushing thirty? This shit is getting old.

She’s going to get married, and I don’t even have any prospects.

And if I’m honest with myself? I don’t want any prospects, because I’m hopelessly in love with the one man I’ll never have. But now’s not the time to focus on that one problem. My sister just dropped a bombshell and is likely waiting on me to share her excitement.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Frankie asks.

I inject as much enthusiasm as I can into my voice. “That’s great, Frank. Really.”

She scoffs. “Don’t increase your heart rate or anything, Mandy.”

“I’m sorry. I’m happy for you. Really.” Do I sound sincere? Part of me truly is sincere. I don’t wish anything bad on Frankie. I adore my sister and want her to be happy. I’m just not sure Penn Berry is the man who can achieve that.

“I’m thrilled! We’re so happy,” she gushes.

“That’s great, Frank.”

“You just said that, Mandy.”

“Did I? See? I really mean it.”

And I do. Like I said, part of me is truly sincere. Part of me is jealous as all hell. Then that third part of me—the part that would fight to the death anyone who hurt my sister—is worried. She and Penn haven’t had the most stable relationship.

“Sometimes I didn’t think this would ever happen,” Frankie continues. “Things have always been so volatile between Penn and me. But these last six months, everything’s been so great.”

“That’s awesome.”

“You’ll be my maid of honor, of course,” she continues. “And next, I have to call Isabella and Gigi.”

Isabella and Gigi—Frankie’s besties.

As an introvert, I don’t make friends easily. I never have. And since my job as a virtual assistant keeps me behind a computer all day, I don’t have a chance to remedy the situation. I’m happy alone, to be honest. Life is safer that way, and I have always taken the safe route. I don’t need friends.

Well, except for one.

Jackson Paris has been my best friend since we were both in diapers.

He still is my best friend—on his side anyway. On my side? He’s my closest friend in the world. But inconveniently, he’s also the guy I’ve been hopelessly in love with most of my life.

To him, I’m as sexually interesting as a sack of potatoes. At least that’s how it’s felt over the years, when he’s never once looked at me with an ounce of interest or heat.

Unfortunately, I began to see him as something more than a friend when we were in high school. He was busy growing into a gorgeous jock and captain of the football team who of course only dated cheerleaders. I used to tease him that he was a walking cliché, but he’d just wink and say that’s not what he’d call what he did with insert girl’s name here last night.

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