Over the years, Red Sage fans have developed strong preferences for certain story types. A woman in danger. A strong man who could be friend or foe. A silken mask, an erotic game, a secret club. Any of these things can lend an extra shiver of excitement to the exploration of romantic trust in a super-sexual world.
Sometimes, we come across a story that manages to blend all these deliciously naughty elements into one dazzling story. Imagine a woman risking everything to rescue her sister from a sex club, and the man who is secretly investigating the place. Lynne Logan’s explosive tale of menage and suspense reminds us why readers love these details so much. They’re not just entertaining. They’re addictive.
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“Are you alright?”
“I…” She shivered.
“Here.” He took the glass from her hand and set it down by a small table by an empty sofa. “You better sit down. Watching all this isn’t doing you any good. I noticed on my way in here, there’s a private room that’s currently unoccupied. No one will bother you there, including myself.”
He placed a palm on the small of her back, his body inching closer to her own as he looked down at her. Thick, black, shaggy hair framed a face filled with harsh angles. The man’s near black eyes searched her face as his thick brows drew into a frown. The mask didn’t hide the concern etched across his features.
His heat enfolded her. Holly wanted to sink into his flesh, ignite a hunger in him to match the one raging inside her. Horror and embarrassment scalded her thoughts, but did nothing to ease this insane need.
He urged her past the couple and through a hallway to a room. “You took an aphrodisiac. The most potent one the club has to offer.
“I thought it was just iced tea.”
His lips curled up at one corner. “Iced tea with a distinctive kick.”
“I had no idea,” she said, sounding far more inane than she intended.
No wonder her body acted completely beyond her control, but the knowledge did nothing to soothe the burning urge to pleasure herself or have a stranger do it for her.
They slipped into a room. The muted groans from the couple in the hallway floated after them. A large, circular bed glowed blue-white beneath a black light along the ceiling. Chains glittered silver and hung from a wall that looked as if it were draped in soft fur…