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Dark... Twisted... Erotic. Two head strong characters. One twisted, psychological game. No winners. Cold and calculating, Victor has found the next victim on his to-do-list. But Elsa proves to be an infuriating challenger when she flips the tables on his selfish and twisted game - a game they both may end up losing their hearts and minds over.

Warning: This is neither a conventional romance nor a traditional love story. There are no hearts and flowers on the pages of this book. The heroine doesn't always make wise choices and though I've tried to make her strong, she's often times weak in the face of the fierce hero. The hero is not a knight in a shining armor. He's broken and frequently cruel, and what every woman in the real world should avoid. What's contained in this book isn't real - it's fiction; dark, depraved and decadent make-believe. This is not a fairy tale love story nor is it a BDSM romance. This is a story about facing the darkness within. The man written within the pages of this book is obsessive, possessive and broken, and he gets off on mind fucking his lovers. He's an anti-hero with an abusive past who often times pushes too hard in his quest to win his own sick game. The fainthearted, closed-minded and squeamish need not read any further. Contains erotic encounters, total power exchange and situations that may elicit discomfort or trigger past memories of abuse. Intended for readers 18+.

The boxed set of Chapter 8 is currently available at a discounted price of only $0.99 and includes deleted scenes, the alternate ending, and epilogue. This series includes Grace Street & Return to Grace Street. I would love your thoughts on the excerpt I'm including with this post.

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Warning: This is neither a conventional romance nor a traditional love story. There are no hearts and flowers on the pages of this book. The heroine doesn't always make wise choices and though I've tried to make her strong, she's often times weak in the face of the fierce hero. The hero is not a knight in a shining armor. He's broken and frequently cruel, and what every woman in the real world should avoid. What's contained in this book isn't real - it's fiction; dark, depraved and decadent make-believe. This is also not a fairy tale love story nor is it a BDSM romance. This is a story about facing the darkness within. The man written within the pages of this book is obsessive, possessive and broken, and he gets off on mind f#cking his lovers. He's an anti-hero with an abusive past who often times pushes too hard in his quest to win his own sick game. The fainthearted, closed-minded and squeamish need not read any further. Contains detailed sexual encounters, including voyeurism, total power exchange and situations that may trigger past memories of abuse. For mature readers aged 18+

Two head strong characters. One twisted, psychological game. No winners. Cold and calculating, Victor has found the next victim on his to-do-list. But Elsa proves to be an infuriating challenger when she flips the tables on his selfish and twisted game - a game they both may end up losing their hearts and minds over.

Excerpt:
When she arrived at the swanky hotel in downtown Richmond, she found her way to the designated room and knocked. The door opened, and Victor was standing in the threshold with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Guiding her by the shoulders, he walked her into the room and gently eased her down into the chair several feet from the bed.
“To start with, you only get to watch,” his fingertips traced her jawline. “But if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you join in.”
Seating himself on the corner of the bed, Victor loosened his tie, ran his fingers through his hair as he swiveled his head around to ease the tension of his neck, all the while never taking his eyes off of her. What exactly was she going to be watching? Him masturbate? She had seen it before, though not often or to completion… Perhaps a sexy strip-tease for her birthday? She smiled at the mental image. Her lips parted to ask what the big surprise was, but he brought a finger to his mouth to shush her.
A quiet knock on the door startled her.
Rising, he reached the door in three long strides. Secretive voices from behind the door could be heard, the second voice just as masculine as Victor’s but with a different, more distinct tone.
Another man.
Her body stiffened and her heart rate spiked. Would she be double-penetrated? Her belly fluttered at the thought. Closing her eyes, she tried to rein in the nervous energy and dread bubbling to the surface. Next she heard heavy footsteps and the door being closed behind them.
“Open your eyes, Peach,” Victor demanded. “This is all for you.”
Swallowing loudly, she did as she was told.
The image before her was entrancing: two well put together men in a dimly lit room, their shadows dancing on the wall above the bed, both pairs of eyes keenly fixed on her. The scent of their aftershaves mingling along with the smell of her perfume drifted around the room like an erotic cloud, making her feel giddy and frightened. The stranger’s eyes roamed over her body, one of his eyebrows lifting infinitesimally just before he turned his full attention back to Victor and lowered himself to the floor. The man now on his knees was much younger than Victor, but just as tall and lean; eyes hooded, chin squared, longish, sandy blonde hair slicked back. His short fingers deftly unbuckled Mr. Black’s belt, then unhurriedly dragged the zipper of his slacks down, letting the black pants pool at his feet. A wet tongue darted out and glided up the long, thick shaft that she knew well, then back down the length and nibbled at his ball sack.
Green eyes watched her. Victor’s eyes. Or were they Mr. Black’s?
Sucking… Slurping… Two hands twisting around and around Victor’s cock in opposite directions before the mouth that didn’t belong to her engulfed him once more...
She squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache building low in her belly, her hands neatly clasped together and pressed between her legs. His smirk was visible; his amusement, unmistakable. A sharp intake of air through hissed teeth followed by a long sigh ending in a moan set her nerves on edge. Soft guttural noises drowned out the ringing in her ears, his malachite eyes growing needier as the dark-blonde head bobbed up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.
So completely mesmerized and turned on, Elsa could barely wrap her brain around how gorgeous the two men looked as they got off on each other and that she was actually given the privilege to watch it. Her lover’s stance widened, his eyes rolled back and his hips thrust forward as the man’s grip tightened and twisted. She hadn’t yet blinked and her eyes became bleary with their image.
All of the male-on-male porn she had watched didn’t compare to what was taking place in front of her. So dirty. So delicious. So intimate. And all for her. Her body jerked when she felt her own fingers inside of her, not realizing her hand had slipped under her skirt.
“Fuck yes…” The voice she had grown addicted to spoke softly as his fingers laced through the blonde’s well-groomed hair. “That’s it, take all of it…” He pushed more of his hardness into the greedy mouth around him.
The words uttered echoed undeniable pleasure; the emotion and arousal behind them she had foolishly convinced herself could only be brought on by her. How wrong she had been to think that her mouth alone could bring him such bliss. Her glassy eyes widened at the site of Victor’s concentrated gaze focused not on her anymore, but on the beautiful man submitting to him.
The man, who appeared to be in his early twenties, stood, quickly removed his pants and bent over the bed while Victor slipped on a condom. Stirring in her chair uncomfortably, her movement went unnoticed and it was as if she had become invisible to them, and that she no longer existed. Victor brusquely forced the man onto all fours on the mattress, leaned down over him and growled something into his ear. The indiscernible words and flesh on flesh contact between the two caused hot, all-consuming jealousy to pump through her veins. She had dreamt of Victor and Jordan and their illicit love affair and imagined this very thing, but now faced with it, all she could see was their blood-red reflection filtered through her heated stare.
Victor was hers to please; hers to submit to. Not this stranger who hadn’t earned the right to be in his presence or experience his domination. Hadn’t been put through the hell that she had with Mr. Black. No. Victor and Mr. Black belonged to her and only her.
With angry, unwanted tears streaming down her cheeks, she wiped them away with the back of her hand, smudging her mascara across her face.
What happened next was a blur as she lunged at the two men. Shoving Victor’s body to the side just as he pushed the head of his cock into the young man’s ass, she knocked him off balance and toward the nightstand causing the lamp to hurtle onto the floor and shatter. Throwing herself at the man who wasn’t worthy of her lover’s attention, she fisted his hair and clawed her nails down his sculpted and muscular back, leaving bright-red welts on his tanned skin. Her voice was unrecognizable in her ears as she screeched obscenities at the top of her lungs. A flurry of movements, intertwined and thrashing limbs sent her tumbling and crashing against the headboard as she wrestled him before she heard an unfamiliar, deep voice booming loudly, “What the fuck?”
Without warning, she was hauled over Mr. Black’s shoulder and plopped back down into the chair she had flown out of. A pair of handcuffs that were sitting on the desk now shackled her wrist to the leg of the small table that was bolted to the wall.
“Take your money and get out,” Victor pointed toward the cash on the bedside table.
“Get your bitch under control!” the man shrieked, his previously perfectly coiffed hair now a tangled mess on his head, his blue eyes blazing with fury.
“Just get the fuck out!” Victor barked as he stood, his rubber-covered, semi-rigid cock slapping his thigh.
Out of breath, Elsa tugged on the restraint, wanting to be free of it and fleeing down the hallway.
The nameless man gathered his clothing and dressed, his eyes occasionally flicking to her as her mind whirled with disjointed thoughts. Just as he stepped toward the door, a condescending smile graced his youthful, clean-shaven face, his eyes darting between her and Victor.
“If you like it rough, maybe we can work something out next time,” he reached for the stack of hundred dollar bills.
The door closed softly behind him and Victor kneeled before her, his eyes revealing his confusion.
“This was meant to be a gift, not a test. I thought you wanted this,” he pushed her sweat-dampened hair away from her eyes.
“I thought I did, too,” she sniffed back tears.
“What changed?”
Realization came slowly as the vision of the handsome man’s mouth around his dick still ricocheted through her mind. “I want all of your orgasms to belong to me.”
Victor was gone in an instant and Mr. Black’s eyes flashed irritation as he pushed himself up and glared down at her. “Selfish bitch,” he grumbled under his breath. “Why the fuck should they when all of yours don’t belong to me?”

Copyright, Ella Dominguez 2015

Sometimes a book just doesn't garner the kind of attention an author desires. Sometimes those factors have nothing to do with the quality of the book or its ability to pull readers in and everything to do with marketing. Or, in my case, lack thereof. I'll admit, I'm not one who markets my books well. I hate asking for help and therein lies my main issue.

But now, I'm asking for your help.

I've revised my highly rated dark romance duet, Chapter 8: The Complete Series, in anticipation of writing it into a screenplay (nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?), and will be re-releasing it on April 1st, 2016. The individual titles are Grace Street & Return to Grace Street. Fresh new covers will grace (no pun intended) each book, as well as the bundled set.

I'm reaching out to ask for your assistance in getting these books in front of as many reader's eyes as possible. For those of you who have not read my work or these particular novels, I would love to offer you the chance. Simply message me back and I will send you an individual code for a free download for Grace Street (Return to Grace Street is still being revised and will be available on April 1st).

A review is not required, however, it would be greatly appreciated.

I'm asking that if you agree to help, to please post about the re-release on both your blog and on social media between now and the end of April to spread the word as far and wide as possible and with anyone you think might enjoy it.

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In advance, I want to thank each of you for your consideration in helping to make these books the success that I feel they deserve to be.

Much love & gratitude,
Ella Dominguez

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