Red Handed: A Benediction Novel
by Shelly Bell
An exhibitionist who's waited her whole life to be seen …
After her stepmother is abducted, Danielle Walker has no choice but to follow the kidnapper's cryptic instructions. Under the guise of a sex slave trainee, she must infiltrate Cole DeMarco's BDSM club and find evidence of his offshore bank account … or she'll never see her stepmother alive again. But Master Cole is no stranger, and despite the dark past they share, Danielle cannot resist his magnetic pull.
The voyeur who's always been watching …
As Danielle begins uncovering Cole's secrets, the artistic voyeur arouses her deepest desires, and she surrenders to a fiery passion she never expected. But with time running out to save her stepmother, Danielle and Cole will face off against an evil growing more ruthless by the day … and discover a twisted web of lies, betrayal, and murder that neither saw coming.
She shifted in her seat, making her aware of the dull throbbing and the sticky mix of nervous perspiration and proof of her sexual desire between her legs. If only he’d permitted her to wear real panties, she wouldn’t be so cognizant of the man’s effect on her. Every moment in his presence reminded her of the power he held over her.
And he’d never had a clue. Had no idea the teenager of his business partner slid her hands under the band of her underwear every night and fantasized about what it would mean to belong to a man like Cole DeMarco.
Even then, naïve and sheltered, she’d sensed something different about him. Something that set him apart from the boys who groped with sweaty hands and her father’s married friends who stared at her with lust. It hadn’t been until later, when Tasha told her about Benediction, that she understood what had attracted her to Cole. Like Danielle, he was a sexual deviant.
He still hadn’t mentioned their shared past. Did he know the child of the man he’d condemned to death sat before him?
His eyebrows rose, and he cocked his head as he assessed her. “Were you aroused by the sight of my slaves’ submission?”
“What?” She squirmed, her heart pounding so hard she swore she could hear it. “No.”
“I think you’re lying.” He leaned forward, pinning her to her chair with the intensity in his eyes. She felt a compulsion to avert her gaze, one stronger than the usual kind brought on by her shyness. But rather than give in, she held her ground. He smiled predatorily, his teeth white against his mocha skin and a sparkle of gold in his dark brown eyes. “Perhaps I should check.”
She began writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
She currently writes for Avon Red Impulse, Loose Id, and Soul Mate Publishing.
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