The explosive final installment of the Red Light Fantasies trilogy. This time, more than their hearts are on the line…

Bree
Being with Max is like riding a sunbeam – ethereal, spellbinding, a dream I never want to wake from. I’m irrevocably in love with a man who has the power to break my heart in ways that terrify me, but I’m okay with that. But now there’s a new man in my life, someone from Max’s past, and he’s hell-bent on revenge. He’s nearly killed me once, leaving my nerves frayed at the edges.
Just how much trauma can one girl take before she’s all maxed out?

Max
She’s everything to me, and I’ll do anything to protect her. But how do I keep her safe from my past sins? Only a few people know about the terrible things I did as a child just to survive. Unfortunately, I know I must confess all to the woman I love, even if the knowledge tears us apart. She deserves my complete honesty, so when tragedy forces us across the ocean to my childhood home on the Isle of Wight, I know there’s no better time to tell her everything.
Yet little do we know, a vindictive little spider is carefully, skillfully, drawing us into a web of death and revenge.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of power exchange. While it is the third in the Red Light Fantasies trilogy, it can be enjoyed independently.

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Excerpt

I fitted one clamp into position and began tightening it. Once I had it almost clamped down, I studied my sub’s face as I kept tightening.

Her breathing came in quick spurts. The pressure was close. She was riding the line between pleasure and pain. Her legs were flexing, her entire body squirming. She wasn’t there yet. Just a little bit—

She sucked in a harsh breath, and every muscle in her body jerked so violently that she curled inward. There it is. I immediately backtracked and released the tension until she softened.

“Perfection, little sub.” I gave the dangling jewel a soft tug before moving to her opposite side and repeating the process.

When I was done, I took a step back and admired her. I’d been right. She looked positively decadent, this amazing woman who’d captured my heart so completely, this beautiful creature I couldn’t imagine not having in my life. She was everything I’d given up on finding.

Once I’d looked my fill, I stepped between her splayed legs. I fisted her breasts from the underside and gave them a little shake, enraptured by the jeweled dance of the nipple clamps on her skin.

“I should have done this a long time ago, little sub.”

Her only response was to squirm.