Maddie O’Neill has always wanted to be a reporter, but after two years in Washington, D.C. working at a daily coupon paper, she can feel her dreams slipping through her fingers. Suddenly, with a single phone call from a friend at The Washington Post, everything changes. They have an open position, and he wants her to have it.
There’s just one problem – he wants a story first, and she has one chance to impress him.
With the deadline for the job fast approaching, Maddie finds herself spending her nights inside Runway, investigating why the elite of the nation’s capitol are showing up at the hottest new club in the city. None of it makes sense until she stumbles upon a secret buried beneath its floors, and walks right into the arms of Thomas Hathaway. Gorgeous and dominant, with a sinful smile, he is more than willing to show the feisty redhead just how he likes to play inside the exclusive BDSM club, Black Light.
Now Maddie is trapped in a web of lies, getting tied up in ropes by one of the hottest congressmen in the House, and as she sinks deeper into this world of pain and pleasure she knows she will have to make a tough choice before time runs out. But will she follow her dreams or her heart?
Get ready for spankings, bondage, drama, and heartache, as you follow Maddie and Thomas through all of your deepest fantasies in ‘Black Light: Exposed’, a stand-alone book in the Black Light Series!
Jennifer Bene is a best-selling author of erotic fiction who loves wine, hiking, whiskey, and keyboards – not necessarily in that order. She’s been writing for years, but it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males and Doms, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Whether it’s showing up in erotica, paranormal romance, ménage, or anything else she decides to venture into, it’s always a little dark. But, don’t worry, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! After all, without the dark, we’d never notice the light, now would we?
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Short length – Rated PG-13
“So, Maddie, I have a question for you.”
“Ask away.” She smiled, toying with the stem of her wine glass, turning it one way and then the other.
“I’d love to know why you told Daniel that Jaxson Davidson invited you to the club.” The slight curve to his lips didn’t change at all as he spoke, and she tried desperately to read him as her lungs clenched tight – but it was to no avail. Was he amused? Angry? How had he even known?
Maddie cleared her throat, sat up in the chair, and told the truth. “I’d looked up some stuff about Runway and read that he owned it. When he put me on the spot for a name it just sort of came out.”
“Hmm.” All he made was the single humming reply as he studied her face. “Well, that wasn’t very smart, and we both know how smart you are.”
“Did Daniel tell you what I said?”
“No, Jaxson did.”
She almost choked on the sip of wine she’d taken, but managed to swallow it down instead of spitting the cabernet sauvignon all over the white linen. “Jaxson told you?”
“Yes, he was… irritated that you used his name.” Thomas’ smirk grew a little. “It’s one of his pet peeves.”
“I – um…” Her words trailed off as her mind went into overdrive, and panic made her heart race a little faster. Thomas Hathaway apparently knew Jaxson Davidson well enough to be told about her little indiscretion. He knew him well enough to know about his pet peeves, and she was planning to blow the lid off of Jaxson’s secret little club. Fuck.
“Don’t worry though, I handled it. Jaxson’s temper has been appeased.” Temper?
“How?” Maddie asked the word on a breath, so quiet she was worried he hadn’t heard her.
“By telling him that I would handle you.”
“Handle me,” she repeated.
“Yes, and you’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you, Madeline O’Neill?” Thomas leaned forward on the table, nudging the dessert to the side so he could reach for her hand. Holding it palm up he traced his touch across the center, leading up her pointer finger. “You lied more than once trying to get into the club, and didn’t admit all of it to me on Sunday. That’s one.”
“One what?” Her heart was pounding from the borderline panic attack, but the tingle rushing over her skin from the point of his touch was from something entirely different, and much farther south.
“You sent me so many teasing messages in the last few days, just begging to be punished.” He traced over her palm again, up her middle finger. “That’s two.”
“I thought you liked them?” she whispered, incapable of making her voice any louder.
“Oh, I did, but I was always planning to oblige your requests.” Again he traced over her palm, leading up her ring finger this time, the smooth edge of his nail sending a shiver over her skin. “And then you were four minutes late, so that’s three.”
“Three what, sir?” The title seemed to insert itself onto the end of her question without a conscious decision, but the dark flash in his eyes made it clear it had been a good choice.
“Three sets of whatever punishment I deem appropriate, unless you’ve decided you don’t want to play anymore?” There was a wicked edge to his words again, more promises of corruption hidden in the breaths between them. He paused, waiting until she lifted her eyes to meet his again. A storm cloud of desire swept through her, and his next words were as powerful as a clap of thunder. “Well, Madeline O’Neill, do you want to be forgiven?”
He removed his hand from under hers, leaving it on the linen tablecloth that suddenly felt much cooler without the heat of his skin. Forgiven? She found herself nodding, chewing on her bottom lip again to keep the words she wanted to say inside.
Yes, she wanted to be forgiven, for all of it.
Not just the things he’d listed, but the whole situation.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.