The Devil’s Kiss Tour: Special Post & Giveaway!

Posted May 24, 2013 by Silvia in Uncategorized / 11 Comments

Today I’m thrilled to host the last stop for The Devil’s Kiss Tour, organized by Dark World Books!
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ULTIMATUM
(The Devil’s Kiss #1)


Kayla Sutton faces a question no mother wants to face: what would you do to save your daughter? Broke and desperate, she siphons thousands from the company she works for in order to pay for her daughter’s experimental life-saving treatment. But when Gage Channing discovers her theft, she is shocked to learn that her domineering boss has no intention of turning her over to the police. Instead he issues an ultimatum—submit to him, or go to jail.
Backed into a corner, Kayla signs his contract and spends her first weekend at his home, at his mercy, and is stunned when he awakens the desire she’d believed long dead.
Approximately 12,000 words.

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ENSLAVED
(The Devil’s Kiss #2)


Freedom is but an illusion . . .
Kayla Sutton finds out the hard way that Gage Channing’s dominance doesn’t end once she leaves the confines of his basement. His rules dictate her days and nights, his watchful eye keeps her in line at work, and the memories of her weekend with him, spent under his absolute control and his firm hand, keeps her on her toes. Having been blackmailed into submitting to him, Kayla doesn’t fully understand what it means to relinquish control of her body and free will, and she doesn’t understand how a man who derives pleasure in whipping and humiliating her is capable of awakening the desire she hadn’t known existed.
As her daughter’s life hangs in the balance, Kayla must dig deep to find the strength to fully submit, to travel down the path of pain and pleasure. But when her past catches up to her, prompting a free fall into forbidden territory with a man she once fiercely loved, she knows her only recourse is to come clean about her transgression to her Master and beg his forgiveness . . . only she never imagined he’d have such a horrifying punishment awaiting her, or that his jealousy would send her life into a further tailspin.
Approximately 19,000 words.

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RETRIBUTION
(The Devil’s Kiss #3)


Kayla Sutton thinks it’s over. She now holds the leverage she believes will end her contract with her blackmailer, but Gage Channing isn’t going down without a fight. He’s turned the tables on her, cleverly making her submit under the guise of giving her a choice, and Kayla soon discovers that retribution isn’t so black and white when everyone around her has secrets.
She faced sexual servitude in Ultimatum. In Enslaved she was seduced into craving it. Now she must find the strength to either accept the part of her that craves him still, or walk away for good . . .
Approximately 21,000 words.

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Are you ready for a very special post? With permission from the lovely Gemma James,
we’re about to reveal…*drumroll*… a deleted scene from Retribution (The Devil’s Kiss #2)!!

Enjoy!

DELETED SCENE
USED WITH PERMISSION, COPYRIGHT GEMMA JAMES

OPENING OF RETRIBUTION FROM GAGE’S POV

Her blood lingered on my
hands. Dark and red—the color of passion, the color of rage. I possessed both
in equal amounts. Perhaps that was my curse. No other woman’s cries had made me
so hard, so ready to burst from my skin with the need to claim and own.
Mine.
Yet she never would be, not
in any way that mattered. My rage had wrecked any chance I’d had with her. But
God, she’d been mine while chained and spread-eagled, while my whip struck her
soft skin and elicited the cries I couldn’t help but crave. She’d been mine
when I’d buried myself inside her tight, hot place that no other man had touched
in three years.
If I had my way, no other
man would touch her again. I’d cut his fucking fingers off and make him choke
on them. But some asshole would eventually touch her . . . do more than touch
her. Some jerk would eventually marry her, and I had no one to blame but
myself. My temper had always been my downfall, but this was the mother load of
hitting bottom.
She’d never forgive me, and
she would never belong to me . . . she never had.
“Go home, Kayla.”
Her sneakered feet came into
view, shoulder-width apart, and I refused to look up and meet her eyes. The
reality of her witnessing my pathetic display of weakness was hard to swallow.
I reeked of alcohol and sweat—worked up from ripping apart anything my hands
touched. The St. Andrew’s cross lay in pieces on the other side of the room,
and I’d torn the sheets from the bed and had shredded and ripped until my
fingers grew numb. I clutched my half-empty bottle of rum with them now.
“I’m not going anywhere
until I’ve said this.” She tossed a manila folder on the floor. “You’ll find
enough evidence in there to send you to jail for a long time.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What
evidence?”
“Proof of your embezzlement.
How ironic that you blackmailed me for doing what you’re guilty of yourself.”
She let out a bitter laugh. “Isn’t this a tidy little circle we’ve got here?
You steal from your clients, I steal from you. He blackmails you, you blackmail
me.” Her jaw clenched unforgivingly. “If I didn’t have Eve to think about, I
might find some humor in it all.”
She was speaking in riddles.
Either that or I was drunker than I thought.
“Why are you here, Kayla?”
“The rules have changed.”
She began to pace, and I’d never seen her so worked up. Then again, I’d never
allowed her the freedom of aiming her anger at me. Even now, I wanted to whip
it out of her, only I was too wasted and couldn’t make sense of what she was
saying. “I’m here to call a truce. End our contract, take care of Eve’s medical
bills, and I’ll consider us even.”
“Fine,” I snapped. “You can
go now.” I tipped the bottle back and took a swig.
“That’s all you have to
say?” Her voice shook, betraying her rocky composure. “Look at me, Gage.”
I lifted my head, amused by
the switch of our roles; now she stood over me demanding that I look at her. My
gaze fastened onto her hands as they rose and unhooked the buttons of her
jacket. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she peeled the clothes from her body.
She was creamy perfection, marred by the flaws of my being. My whip had left
her black and blue and covered in welts, though the worst of her pain lived in
her glistening eyes.
I did this to her. My hand.
My whip.
Mine.
I took another swig, one so
long I almost finished the damn bottle. 
“Is this why you’re hiding
in that bottle?” She gestured to the wounds on her body. “Did your conscience
finally claw its way out of the grave?”
I’d never been more proud of
her. Despite everything I’d put her through, she was still strong enough to
stand on her own—to stand up to me. She really was different. Something inside
her called to the darkness in me until it burst free and shone like onyx. She
tapped her foot, one . . . two . . . three times. My cock twitched at the
thought of sweeping her off those stubborn feet, and I didn’t care what method
I used. I could seduce her or use pain to make her bend—either would suffice.
But the end result would be the same; I’d have her writhing underneath me,
fingernails digging into my skin as she begged for completion, and I wouldn’t
stop pounding into her until the core of her being touched mine. I grew
painfully hard as I imagined taking her, only this time she’d scream my fucking name.
“Dammit, say something!” she
shouted.
“What do you want me to say?
That I’m sorry?”
“Are you?”
I sprung to my feet, so
unexpectedly that she jerked back a few steps. “I’ll never be sorry for fucking you in front of him.” The image of her
in his arms flashed crimson behind my eyes, and I hurtled the bottle against
the wall behind her. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the basement,
and she shrank away. I grabbed her before she put enough distance between us,
digging my fingers in a little deeper when she whimpered. “I’d do it again and
again until he gouged his fucking eyes out.”
“Let go, you’re hurting me!”
“Then stop me.” I mashed my
lips to hers and forced my tongue inside. She struggled for a few moments
before her body went limp in my arms, before she surrendered her mouth. I
became dizzy off her display of helplessness. With a groan, I tangled my hands
in her hair and tilted her head back. She didn’t know I was the helpless one;
helpless against the lure of her and split down the middle between what I
wanted to do and what I needed to do. If kissing her was sinful, then I was
going straight to hell. And something so seemingly innocent was sinful—that
forbidden touch of her mouth to mine was far more intimate than fucking.
I pushed her away and
staggered back. “Go home, before I fuck you again, and no amount of crying or
begging will stop me.”
“Why are you holding back
now?” Her voice splintered, and that vulnerable sound tore me in two. “What’s
so different?”
I collapsed to the floor. I
could say everything. I could say nothing. In the end my silence said everything;
somewhere, beyond my most base desires, I was guilty as hell and she knew it.
But that was all she could know—the rest was too messed up to put into words,
and some things were better kept in the dark. I buried my head in my hands.
“If there’s a speck of
humanity in you, Gage”—I raised my head in time to watch her remove the
collar—“you’ll do the right thing.”

The thin strip of leather drifted to the floor,
and I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Gemma James writes dark erotica fiction, drinks too much caffeine, and stays up too late. She’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, whether it be serial killers or BDSM. Erotica is a new venture for her, and she’s looking forward to exploring the deviant side of human nature, the contrast of pleasure and pain.


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About Silvia

Through her creativity and blogging, Silvia has met people from different industries and collaborated with them on various projects over the years. Her strong passion for reading and her fascination for different cultures and languages have led her to develop a keen interest in the East-Asian continent. Off to see her? Follow the colourful book road . . . ♡

11 responses to “The Devil’s Kiss Tour: Special Post & Giveaway!

  1. Franny @ Mind Reader

    Wow… what a great way to end a tour!!! The deleted scene was amazing, thanks for sharing it with us!!!

  2. Lori Zalewski

    Wonderful excerpt! This series sound fantastic and I will be adding it to my ever growing TRP!

    Lori

  3. Gemma James

    Thanks for featuring the deleted scene! The tour has been a lot of fun and this is the perfect way to end it. Thank you!

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