Shame On You

Not everyone knows about The Club, which is by design. The main floor entertains the elite. There are dim lights, stolen touches and the liquor flows to ensure the guests get exactly what they want. There are high profile clients, cuffs and collars, contracts and secrets in every corner.

But it’s what lies beneath these floors, down the spiral staircase, that intrigues me the most.

There’s a man who stays in the corner of the darkest rooms. In this world of sinful tastes, he doesn’t hide his face like the rest of them; he’s not concerned with anonymity in the least.

Declan Cross is powerful, brooding and his dark eyes speak of damage that my soul begs to unravel. I’ve always been drawn to men who are rough around the edges, the bad guys so to speak… but he’s a kind of brutal that scares me.

So I promised myself I’d stay away.

I swore up and down, I would never give in to the fantasies that haunt me at night.

One night changed everything. He knows I witnessed everything that happened. There are no deals or negotiations with men like him.

He made it known in no uncertain terms what he desired most… I saw something I shouldn’t have. And now I’m his.

Tease Me Once is the beginning of a series. Prepare for everything seductive and beautifully dark.

Declan Cross is powerful, brooding and his dark eyes speak of damage that my soul begs to unravel. I’ve always been drawn to men who are rough around the edges, the bad guys so to speak… but he’s a kind of brutal that scares me. So I promised myself I’d stay away. I swore up and down, I would never give in to the fantasies that haunt me at night.

One night changed everything. He knows I witnessed everything that happened. There are no deals or negotiations with men like him.

He made it known in no uncertain terms what he desired most… I saw something I shouldn’t have. And now I’m his.

I'll Kiss You Twice is book two in the Shame on You Series. Tease Me Once must be read first.

I wish I’d known before it got to this point so I could have stopped it. I'd have chosen her above all else... if only I could go back. Even if it meant never getting to kiss her, to love her, to be consumed by the woman she is and the love she gave me.

The only thing I know as truth now is that it’s all my fault and it’s all too late.

Her dark eyes hold obvious pain and misery, so much regret, but more than anything I know she looks back at me, her grip slipping, because she loves me. 

She has no idea how much I love her, though.

This can’t be how our story ends. 

I’ll burn the world down if that’s what it takes. I’m never letting her go.