Wednesday, July 23, 2014

New Releases

Hello everyone,

I just wanted to update you all on upcoming releases.

Dom Up (Devlin Black book 1) is set for an Aug 8th release.

Dom Fever (Devlin Black book 2) is set for an Aug 15th release.

This Dom (Devlin Black book 3) will release Aug 22nd.

Unbearable doesn't have a release date yet, but I'm thinking it'll be around the same time as Dom Fever. Mid-Aug.  At least that's what I'm hoping.

Also, I'm looking forward to starting LILY (Captive to the Dark). There's not a release date set on this one, either, but I'm thinking mid-Sept at the latest.

There are also a lot of other projects I have planned for the near future. A lot of dark books and also maybe a very dark paranormal. That one isn't set in stone, but at some point I know it'll be screaming for me to write, so we'll see.

Remember, if you have any questions or would like to hook up with me in the social media world, feel free to add me on Facebook, Twitter, or you can email at


Thursday, July 10, 2014

GAIGE (Captive to the Dark) update

GAIGE (Captive to the Dark) is set to release TOMORROW!  I can't tell you how excited I am about this release. For those who have been waiting for the big day, the wait is almost over. ARCs are set to release this evening. Yay!

The response and requests were amazing. I wanted to thank all of you for your interest to get your hands on a copy before the big day. I'm really hoping you like it! Although GAIGE is a dark erotic romance, you must understand that this story is a bit different than SLADE and BLAKE. Each story has their own take on pain and love, but this one runs deep, due to the emotional toll the characters have gone through from their pasts.

If you've read the blurb, you know Elle was in love with a boy named Carson, who was killed while trying to save her. GAIGE happens to be Carson's older brother. His feelings for Elle have been a long time coming. But they're not like you think. Although he wants her in his own twisted way, he can't help but fantasize about making her pay for what he feels she has caused. This takes them on a rollercoaster of pain and healing.

The two have been through so much ad I loved every second of writing their story. I hope you love it, too. And I look forward to your thoughts and reviews.

ONE MORE DAY for most. TONIGHT for the ARC winners.

My PA will be sending them out to the ones chosen. I hope you all enjoy. <3 p="">
Elle wasn’t mine. Not the first time I met her, and certainly not when I spotted her in the arms of another man. And not just any man—-a criminal. She wasn’t just any woman either, but a girl gone missing more than ten years earlier, when she was the love of my brother’s life. The eyewitness reports said he’d died trying to save her. That might have been true, but it didn't stop me from blaming the shy, sweet girl who had lived down our street. I’d grown to hate her. My once happy family had been torn apart, and the secrets surrounding her disappearance never let the matter rest. Now fate had brought her back into my life again.

As a Secret Agent, my undercover status led me right to the heart of the most corrupt men on earth. I never thought it would also lead me into the darkest recesses of my mind. That’s where Elle resided. Where she deserved to be, especially with the pampered life she now lived. She might have been dripping in diamonds and dressed to kill, married to a billionaire, but she was about to disappear again. With me. I wanted her to feel our pain. I wanted her to suffer. Worse, I wanted her.

WARNING: This book contains very graphic violence, disturbing situations, dubious consent, and very strong language
If you haven't read any of the Captive to the Dark books, now would be a great time to jump over and pick up your copy! Just click the names/links below.


Sunday, June 8, 2014

GAIGE (Captive to the Dark) ARC Request

Elle wasn’t mine. Not the first time I met her, and certainly not when I spotted her in the arms of another man. And not just any man—-a criminal. She wasn’t just any woman either, but a girl gone missing more than ten years earlier, when she was the love of my brother’s life. The eyewitness reports said he’d died trying to save her. That might have been true, but it didn't stop me from blaming the shy, sweet girl who had lived down our street. I’d grown to hate her. My once happy family had been torn apart, and the secrets surrounding her disappearance never let the matter rest. Now fate had brought her back into my life again.

As a Secret Agent, my undercover status led me right to the heart of the most corrupt men on earth. I never thought it would also lead me into the darkest recesses of my mind. That’s where Elle resided. Where she deserved to be, especially with the pampered life she now lived. She might have been dripping in diamonds and dressed to kill, married to a billionaire, but she was about to disappear again. With me. I wanted her to feel our pain. I wanted her to suffer. Worse, I wanted her.

Click the link above!

If you're interested in reading the story before release day, be sure to stop by and fill out the form. **A select amount of people will be chosen.**
Although this is the third book in the series, GAIGE and all the others are STANDALONES and have a HEA.
Now....WARNINGS: This book contains very graphic violence, disturbing situations, dubious consent, and very strong language.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Help bring an end to human trafficking fundraiser.

I've started a fundraiser that I'm hoping you all can help me with. I've been looking into doing this for quite some time and earlier everything clicked. For all of you who have read my Captive to the Dark books, you know they all share one theme in common: human trafficking.

When I first started writing these books, I had no idea the statistics or what human trafficking really entailed. The more I researched, the more I found myself shocked over how this could happen on such a large scale...and yet we don't hear nearly enough on about it.

The statistics are only estimated, but try this number on for size. 100,000 CHILDREN a year. This could be your son or daughter. Your niece of nephew. Even you, because the truth is, there isn't an age limit on human trafficking. When the estimates total in all ages, you're looking at hundreds of thousands of people who are trafficked each year. Now before you find it unbelievable, let's go over the definition of human trafficking.

Human trafficking is the practice of modern-day slavery in which victims are forced or coerced into labor or commercial sexual exploitation. Labor trafficking encompasses a variety of situations including domestic servitude, sweatshops, peddling rings and local farm operations. Sex trafficking involves any form of sexual exploitation through prostitution, pornography, bride trafficking and the commercial abuse of children.

Hundred thousands....

So, I sit here now, typing away, and praying that you'll click the link below and help me make a difference. Every amount helps and it goes to a great cause. Thank you!

Alaska Angelini's help bring an end to human trafficking.

Friday, May 30, 2014

Where to begin...

Where to begin...

I've been super busy with planning out the next few months and have some great things in store. Currently, I'm working on Gaige (Captive to the Dark). I'm projecting a mid-late June release date. After that, I'll be diving into Dom Up, a three part series that will be a break from dark and have lots of humor, but also the good stuff-BDSM. :) Then, it'll be Lily's story, the first Captive to the Dark Special Edition.


Since I'm so overwhelmed with writing and getting everything together, I'm looking for a personal assistant. If you're big in the blogging/reading forums, love connecting with other readers, and don't mind working with ME :),  please shoot me an email at or you can find me on FB under Alaska Angelini or Jennifer Bradley. I'd love to hear your skills and am looking forward to making a new friend.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

SLADE on Sale!!

SLADE (Captive to the Dark) is now on sale for only .99 CENTS!! If you haven't picked up your copy, now is the perfect time. And just in time for BLAKE's release on April 11th! To all those who have already read the story, I want to say THANK YOU! I hope you all enjoyed.


Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Right around the corner!

SLADE is set to release on March 14th. That's right around the corner. I have a lot in store for readers with this Captive to the Dark series. In case you might not know, each book will be a standalone. A new, dark, delicious adventure. BUT, for all of you who love reading the stories of the secondary characters, don't fear. Every 3-4 books, the Captive to the Dark series will release a SPECIAL EDITION. These will be for our most loved secondary characters. If at any point while reading these books you think, OMG, I want to read about *so and so*, EMAIL ME!
I will seriously give the book consideration and try my best to get everyone's secondary favorites their own story.
*Teaser of the Day*
*Yesterday's Teaser*

Monday, March 10, 2014

Captive swag is in!

I'll soon be having contests and giveaways with some awesome swag! Here's a pic of the bracelets and bands I've gotten in, and the print books of SLADE (Captive to the Dark) will be in any day! Details coming soon!

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

SLADE (Captive to the Dark) ARC Request

Hello everyone!

I'm taking ARC Requests for SLADE (Captive to the Dark). If you love giving reviews, have a blog, Facebook, Twitter, where you help promote....Contact me! Just fill out this form and I'll get back to you soon.

Thanks, Jennifer (Alaska Angelini)

Genre: Dark Erotic Romance/BDSM

WARNING: This book contains very graphic violence, disturbing situations, dubious consent, and very strong language.

MARY is the perfect tool to use against the man who took his sister, Lily. What better way to exact retribution from Governor Hagen and force him to bring Lily back, than to steal his own daughter and threaten to sell her as a sex slave, too? But, even the best laid plans don’t always go
smoothly. Slade ends up falling for his captive, and is faced with a decision that might just cause him to lose the one thing he doesn’t want to let go.
SLADE is every bit the animal he portrays. Dominant, dark, unbending, and possessive—her own personal predator. Mary can’t help but be drawn to the soul deep darkness in him. It calls to her like nothing she’s ever felt before.
When her father bends to Slade’s will and releases Lily, will Mary be
allowed to walk away and follow her father's plans to marry another, or will Slade make her a captive to the dark…forever?

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Official Blurb for SLADE (Captive to the Dark)

Click on the pic to read the official blurb for SLADE (Captive to the Dark)!
Coming March 14th!

Monday, March 3, 2014

Happy Book Birthday for, A Dream Mating!

A Dream Mating (MFM)
Astral Awakenings 1

By: Jenny May | Other books by Jenny May | Notify me of Jenny May's new releases
Categories: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Word Count: 74,572
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, March 10th.
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, spanking, paddling, cropping, sex toys, HEA]

Barbara Blair fears she’s losing her mind. After years of enjoying her dream lovers, she thinks they’re just that. Dreams. When a dark shadow appears to be watching them, it scares her, but not anywhere near as much as seeing it in her home while she’s awake. The revelation only leads to one decision. Should she say good-bye to her dream lovers and face the lonely nights, or choose to deal with the consequences?

Traven Daniels and Jackson have spent years trying to find their mate. Just when they know they’re getting close, the danger to their pack increases. Murder, lies, and scandal all come into play, and it isn’t long before they discover someone is out to get Barbara. But will they be able to find their mate in time, or will their enemy get to Barbara first?
A Siren Erotic Romance
She wanted to stand and rush from the room. But this had gone on long enough. Something was happening inside of her mind, and she needed to know what it was.
“It always begins with darkness. My body feels itself wake up, but I can’t see. Suddenly, it’s as though I open my eyes, but my vision is different for a few seconds.”
He leaned forward. “But you say you’re awake before you can see.”
“Yes, I feel I am. My mind is aware that I’m awake, if that makes sense.”
“Please, go on.” Dr. Natrol’s hand began moving as he continued to write, but Barbara was too focused on the scene that filled her vision. The dreams seemed so real. Like the events had really happened. And while she stared at herself, head back, moaning with desire, it was as though she could reach out and touch her and her men. It might have been somewhat dark where she was, but she could still see the two figures who caressed every inch of her body so lovingly. Their faces. Their eyes. In her mind, she knew them on some other level that was incomprehensible for her to understand. And she wanted to know how.
“Well, I open my eyes, and I can feel myself floating. It’s like, I know I can fly, but I don’t want to. Instinctively, and I’m not sure how, I feel myself pulled to a place I’ve seen hundreds of times. And yet, I’ve never been there at all.”
“You say pulled. How so?”
Barbara blinked hard, breaking her focus from the men. “Like sucked across the span of miles at the speed of light.”
His mouth parted and he quickly closed it. When he lowered his head and began writing again, she swallowed hard. God, would he think she was crazy? Maybe she was being too trusting telling this doctor that she was seeing things. Even if it was in her dreams. Maybe he’d think there was something more wrong and lock her away.
Barbara quickly shook her head, trying more to convince herself. That was ridiculous. He wouldn’t do that. Would he? Surely not.
“Why don’t you describe this place to me? What does it look like? Are you alone?”
Again, the memories took over. She closed her eyes, giving herself to them freely. “The room is dark, but there are candles always lit. I believe the walls are a light color. But I’m not sure what shade it is.” Barbara tried paying attention to what she could remember and not focus on the men as one of them sucked her nipple into his mouth. These were just recollections. Nothing more. Her body sure was responding, though, as if it was still happening.
“There’s a dresser, with a large mirror. And”—she cleared her throat at the wetness that was increasing from her pussy by the second—“There’s a large computer desk, off to the side. I see two doors. One leads to a long hallway. The other goes out to a terrace.”
“So you’re in a bedroom?”
Barbara nodded, not trusting her voice just yet. One of the men kissed their way down her stomach, while the other continued to give her breast attention. Their hands were all over the place. It was hard to stay in this moment, knowing the doctor was waiting for her to continue. She didn’t want to. She wanted to bask in the pleasure all three of them were sharing.
“Have you been onto the terrace, Barbara?”
She forced her eyes open. “No.”
His gaze narrowed at her. “Then how do you know there’s one there?”
How did she? “I’m not sure. I just…do.”
“You said earlier that these dreams are sexual in nature. Are they always with the same person?”
Now this was where it was going to be hard for her to continue. Saying she was with two men was beyond embarrassing for her to admit. Hell, she hadn’t been with one man in the last five years, more less, two. At the same time, no less.
“Yes, the same people are always in my dream. They never change.”
“They. There’s more than one?”
She looked down, mortified. “Yes. There’s two men. Always the same two.”
There wasn’t so much as a pause in his questioning. “You’ve been dreaming of the two same men now for nine years. Have they always looked the same?”
The question threw her off. Barbara brought her eyes up to him and blinked as she recalled when the dreams first began. “No, they were younger, then.” Her hand subconsciously trailed down her face. “One’s a bit…scruffy. His beard is just a little more than a five o’clock shadow. It’s been that way for a few years. It used to be smooth at the beginning. The other one’s face is sometimes like that too, but mainly clean shaven for the most part.”
“How old would you say these men were if you had to guess?”
She shrugged, still studying their faces in her mind. “Mid-thirties. Maybe a little younger, but not by much.”
“Can you describe them to me?”
Barbara didn’t even break her assessment of their appearance. “One has dark hair. The others’ I want to say is lighter. Maybe dirty blond. It’s too dark to see the exact color. Their bodies…” A delicious shiver raced down to her core. “They’re very built. Wide shoulders. Big arms. The blond is a bit leaner, but looks very powerful. Tanned skinned for both of them.” She paused, as she made her way to their faces. “Their eyes glow, but there’s barely an illumination. Yet the colors are unmistakable. The man with the dark hair has the prettiest shade of blue. It’s very bright. And an emerald color for the blond. They almost look different than human eyes.” She stopped herself from going further as she connected stares with one of her men.
The connection she held with the dark haired one was so gripping it nearly took her breath away. She couldn’t get over the fact that it felt like he was looking right at her. In this very moment.
“Excellent. Now that we both know what your dream men look like, why don’t you try walking me through one of the dreams. You’re in the room you always go to. And you’re there with them. What happens, then?”
Silk settled under her bottom. Barbara shifted as the tenderness in her ass sent screaming messages to her brain. Shit, she wasn’t going to be able to sit down for a good day or two, but that was perfectly fine. She’d taken more pain than she thought she’d be able to. And that made her proud. Her body almost felt lighter. It was an amazing release. Of course, it wasn’t over yet.
The sound of fabric had her turning her head in the direction it was coming from. Her senses were so heightened from the blindfold. A gentle push had Barbara lowering to the silk. The barrier over her eyes were suddenly removed and Traven pushed his weight into her, pinning her hands over her head.
“Are you ready to be taken over by our beasts, doll? They’re dying to come out and mark you.”
She glanced over at Jackson as he climbed onto the bed. The muscles flexed in his stomach and she unconsciously moved her hips, praying her pussy would get touched again. She turned back to Traven and met his stare head on.
“Tell the wolves I’m home, and I’m ready to play. Tell them that if they hold back, I’ll never forgive them.”
A deep growl left Traven’s throat. His lips crushed into hers, painfully, and he was suddenly spinning her around to lie on top of him. The thickness of his cock ground against her lower stomach. The wet slickness from his pre-cum had him pumping against her skin easier. He wanted her with the same intensity that she wanted him, and that turned Barbara on even more.
“We’re going to fuck you so good.” Jackson ran his hand down the length of her slit and brought the juices coating his fingers up to his mouth. He moaned at her taste and did it again. Barbara rotated her hips, praying he’d slide inside of her opening, but he didn’t.
Jackson poured lube into his hand and covered both entrances with it. Traven didn’t hesitate to lift her hips and slide his thick cock inside. “That pussy belongs to me right now. Say it.”
“It’s all yours, Traven.” She stared into his eyes, deeply. “Introduce me to the alpha that rests inside of you.”
The blue color turned dark and watching the transformation up close nearly took her breath away. She felt the change he underwent down into her very soul. The submissive in her wanted to back away. She could literally feel something inside of her retreat against her insides, as if there was a physical thing there wanting to escape. Yet, she had no fear of this man. Or the creature that rested inside of him.
“There you are,” she whispered. “Now show me what you want. I’m yours to use as you please. I give you that gift.”
Traven’s hands settled on both sides of her face and his cock began pounding into her so hard it nearly made breathing impossible. He held her positively still, yet his movement was unbelievably fast. Jackson eased his finger into her ass and Barbara instantly went into an orgasm.
“That’s right, kitten, come all over Traven’s cock.” Jackson eased another finger in, stretching her wide. Barbara dug her nails into Traven’s chest against the waves that crashed over her body. He slowed with his thrusts and pulled her mouth to his. Her body was shaking as he began grinding into her.
Barbara broke free of his mouth, afraid she was going to pass out if she didn’t catch her breath. Blue swirled with the darkness in his eyes and she watched a concern look pass his face.
“I’m okay,” she whispered. “In all honesty it feels amazing. Maybe almost too much. I can handle your wolf. He won’t hurt me, I can feel it.”
And she could. As weird as it was, and as much as a part of her wanted to cower in its presence, she knew the beast Traven held inside cared for her. There was a protectiveness that it projected when it came to surface. And she liked that. A lot.
“Okay, let’s see if you can take both of us.”
Jackson removed his fingers from her ass and added more lube. Once he stroked it down his thick length he positioned himself behind her. Barbara lowered to Traven’s chest and tried to relax as much as possible. She wanted this. Wanted to bond with her mates while they were both filling her. It just wouldn’t be right any other way.
“Absolutely still, and easy,” Traven said, a bit threateningly. His wolf was still somewhat present and she knew that was why.
“I’d never hurt her, boss. You know that.” Jackson traced the tip of his cock over her back entrance and eased a little inside. Barbara breathed against the slight sting. He was bigger than anything they’d used to work her in. “How you doing, kitten?”
She took another breath. “More.”
“Good girl.”
The friction from Traven’s cock had her wanting to move to feel him more. After another inch, Jackson paused again. He withdrew a little and surged to new depths. But she knew he was only halfway in.
“Traven, may I please ask something of you?”
“Anything, doll.” His hand rubbed against her cheek.
“Will you fuck me slow? I think it’ll make Jackson’s job a lot easier. I need something more, and only then will I relax completely.
He didn’t answer, but instead began gently thrusting into her. The new sensations had her body coming back alive. The pain began to take on a whole new feeling and the more Jackson advanced, the more Barbara wanted him deeper.
“Fuck. Your ass is so damn tight.”
“Just don’t stop.” Barbara moaned. Flashes of when she had both of her men like this in projection filtered through her mind. Jackson surged forward again and she felt him bury himself in her. A loud groan left his mouth and his face came down to rest along her neck. The pain surged for only a few seconds, but with Traven still thrusting, it quickly ended.
“We got it, kitten. From now on, you’re going to have both of us, just like the way it used to be.” He thrust into her again and she could sense something off. As she turned her head to look at him, she noticed the green of his eyes were gone.
A smile came to her face and she kissed the arm he was holding himself up with. “Hello, wolf. Time to make me yours.”

Monday, February 3, 2014

Forever by Allyson Young!

Forever by Allyson Young   

Eternity, 1
Dean Chambray is an arrogant, handsome, undercover crime boss, awaiting a certain man he must take down. Women line up for him, but when they put out, he puts them out. 
Enter Amy Copeland, product of foster care, the streets and glitter of Vegas. Resolving to change her life, she abstains from relationships.
These damaged souls meet, and beneath the searing lust lies a deeper sense of belonging. Cautiously building a life together, Dean falls back into misogyny. Betrayed, Amy flees. 
Recognizing his folly, he struggles to find her, while the pincers tighten around his small organization. Desperate, Dean resorts to kidnapping when she refuses to return.
It takes patience and considerable effort to convince Amy to trust him again, and accept he loves her. Then, caught up in a pre-emptive strike, her life is at risk. Dean must rescue Amy from certain death, making her his own, forever. 
Be Warned: anal sex, bondage

The door flew open with such enthusiasm it rocked back on its hinges to meet the flat of Dean’s hand. The look on his face sucked the air out of her chest. Nearly uncontrolled violence. Forcing her flight response down, hoping to help soothe, Amy made to go to him, only to be forestalled by the imperious upswing of his other hand. The Terminator couldn’t have done it with more terror-inspiring authority, the manila envelope he clutched—a weapon.
His grey eyes locked with hers and the glitter of rage then colored over with the sheen of scorn and hatred until they were shards of crystal. Being adept at reading looks and gazes, she knew this did not bode well for her, and she was always the master of understatement, the empress of hope since meeting Dean. Her hand drifted to rest on her belly, an automatic, protective gesture.
His tall, muscular form froze in the doorway, filling the space. She could hear his deep, heaving breaths. The faint ticking of the clock, the drip of the sink and all the other usual noises in their condo faded away before the sounds he was making, and her vision narrowed to focus on him. She was vaguely aware another large body flanked him, and saw an equally large hand clamp down on his shoulder in an attempt to fix him in place when he leaned forward threateningly. The nails of that hand were clean, with the exception of badly bruised fingers, the nail beds purple and blue. Randy, his hand injured in the fight—was it only the day before? Her anxious mind seized on the details while quailing from the symbolism. It knew pain was in the offing, just not the form it would take.
“Get your shit and get out.” Her man’s handsome face was set in granite, offset only by the unsuppressed fury churning in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Was that her voice? That tiny, tentative whispering thread of sound?
Dean never turned his temper on her. Amy saw him angry, pissed, furious even. He didn’t hide his emotions. He acted many of them out, but she liked that about him because she didn’t have to watch so carefully and ensure the accuracy of what she was reading in order to protect herself. It had been a huge burden Amy had been glad, no, supremely grateful, to relinquish.
“Shut up, Amy. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think I’d be blinded forever by you spreading your legs for me and sucking me off each and every fucking day? Did you think you’d distract me?”
Shrinking back at the vitriol in his voice, a nugget of humiliation taking root and unfurling way down inside, Amy worked hard at masking her pain. She gave Dean everything sexually. Willingly. He’d never spoken to her with such disgust, aired their personal lives. He knew how ashamed she was of her past. She couldn’t think of anything to say, couldn’t respond in light of the fury he exuded. Snatching up a jar of spices from the cabinet he hurled it at the opposite wall where it smashed and shattered into slivers to emulate her crumbling life.
“Find out what?” She finally managed to croak the query past the tightening in her throat.
The envelope sailed across the short distance, windmilling, catching her thigh with an edge, a surprisingly solid blow. It settled at her feet. She stared down at it, lifting her other hand to link fingers with the one at her belly, to refrain from reaching for it. The innocuous yellow brown of the packet didn’t shed any light of explanation yet pulsed with dark warning. Squinting, she could make out Dean’s name, written in bold, black strokes, but no return address, at least not on the side she could see. Amy raised her eyes once again to his.
“Out. You’ve got a half hour. And you don’t show your face anywhere I do. You see me in the distance, you turn and walk the other way. I come into a place you’re at—you haul your ass out. Or I won’t be responsible. Clear?”
It hit her then. She’d been wrong. She’d been wrong a whole lot of times when younger, but she was so certain she and Dean had it right. Wrong. And it gutted her, left her without an ounce of energy. She had no clue what it was she’d done, but it didn’t matter. Dean wasn’t going to give her a chance to explain, even if she could. His shit was deep and while knowing it well, she truly hadn’t believed it would drown what they had. Had. Past tense. She’d allowed herself to hope, been lulled by the apparent growth of their relationship, and was suddenly transported back in time to her expected reality.
Get over it, Amy, wrap it up. No time for tender reminiscences. Making herself nod she looked away from his beloved face. The familiar numbness from all past mistakes flooded over her, the comforting shield of shock easing the wrenching pain. His boots hammered out the door and down the steps.

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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Captive to the Dark

Captive to the Dark:
If you're a fan of dark erotic romance, this book may be for you.
Be sure to click on the pic to read .