It was banned by Amazon and is available at Smashwords, Nook and Inktera.
Jocelyn’s world had taken a new turn. She found herself in a dark world of BDSM and was loving it. It wasn’t until her surprise visit to see Beth in Berlin that her deepest darkness would be challenged. Her world once again turned upside down by the forces of evil. Do Beth and Jocelyn survive the depraved world they find themselves captured in? Is there a new hero that comes to their rescue or are the mired in a world of slavery?
This is the third installment of the Dark Desire series.
“ No words of direction, only steps that took them to a wall. Concrete, dank and wet. It took her moment for her eyes to adjust to the reddish hue of light. Squinting at the wall for there was a flicker of metal. When Stafford positioned her closer to it, she recognized what the metal shards were… barbed wire.
The sight of it sent her body tumbling inside out. She shuddered. Her eyes moved fast, gathering up the nuances of the wall. She spotted the shackles directly above her. A fast scan showed nothing for her ankles. A smoldering of fire lit within her. This wall was pure evil. Torture to some, but paradise to her hedonistic pleasure cravings.
“Come forward.” She recognized a coolness in his voice. His large fingers, warm and firm took her wrist. Gathered together, lifted high over her head. He raised them so high she had to go to her tip toes to hold onto her footing. He worked quietly, both wrist together sheathed into a leather glove restraint. Her fingers laced together when he let her go.
Jocelyn lurched forward to gain balance. Her body raked across the sharp tines of barbed wire. A deep hiss broke free when they clipped and dug into her flesh. The pain sharp but the insidious pleasure came from over the front of her body. Those vicious pricks of metal struck everywhere. Breast, tummy and thighs. Her one nipple caught on one. Gouging it to a hard peak. A shimmering quake rolled over her, she was painted to a wall of tormented lust.
She hadn’t even heard Devin moving around behind her. Jocelyn didn’t care, these pointed kisses of metal kicked every wicked desire into gear. She remembered it’s not the man that pushes her into the abyss but the instruments that paints her flesh. He pulled her away with his warm breath swarming her neck and ear.
“I commend you for paying the price to free your slut friend, the ultimate price some would say.”
She bit her lip, not taking the bait. Don’t incense his rage. The whipping less brutal if he isn’t angry. A cold sliver of metal covered her shoulder, then more. Like metal tentacles slithered over her skin. She trembled not from fear but the anticipation. Each movement of them brought slices to her skin. A smile crested her lips… razor wire flogger. “
Lisette grew up in a home full of artistic types. Her brothers became professionals in painting and photography, while her father worked in TV and film. Reading had been a passion of hers, mostly historical fiction. It wasn’t until her father left laying around (bathroom no less) a trashy Nazi BDSM magazine that her desire to write kicked in. That moment changed her life and she dove headlong into the world of depraved/deviant erotica.
It took years before Lisette could put those stories that rambled in her darkest corridors to paper. Unveiling Facade is her first of many yet to come.