About the Book:
Fifth Book in the Black Light Series 

​"Do you think you're the only woman in this room that loves the pain?"

  Sydney isn't the kind of submissive to go around directing the doms she plays with. If they don't know how hard she needs it, or how long to push her, she walks.  Voicing her desires isn't even a possibility. As an assistant DA she's used to asking questions, not answering them, even if it means she never quite gets the stress relief she craves.
  After one night at Black Light where Sydney took everything he said the wrong way, Tate has been waiting for the feisty sub to walk back in the club. Detective Nathan Tate knows exactly what Sydney needs, exactly how far he could take her before she would find the sweet oblivion submissives seek beneath his flogger -- but he's not giving it to her until she asks for it.  He sees the fire burning inside her, and if she'll let him he'll do everything to show her how to let it burn wild.
  Just one little problem. There's a murderer in town, and it's their job to make sure they get the right guy and put him behind bars. But when the case starts to hit a little too close to home, with danger closing in, can Tate and Sydney work side by side without losing each other in the fray? 

About the Author:
  Measha Stone is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, and suspense. She lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and children, who are just as creative and crazy as her. Her vanilla writing has been published in numerous literary magazines, but she’s found her passion in erotic romance. She writes it, she loves it, and whenever possible she lives it. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her family. 

Excerpt:
  He folded his arms over his chest and widened his stance, not for one second easing up on the intense glare. "Tell me why you think when I tell you to take off your panties, you think it's okay not to. Thong or not."
  She huffed a small laugh, suddenly very grateful she hadn't taken off her bra yet. Standing up for oneself was easier to do when one was at least somewhat clothed.
  "Well, you want to get to my ass, right? So, with a thong you can."
  He ran his tongue over his teeth beneath his closed lips, but didn't speak.
  "It's just common sense." She tried again.
  His nostrils flared the tiniest bit when he grunted.
  "You don't need my thong off to spank my butt." She tried to find a stance to mimic his, but everything she tried only made her feel smaller under his stare.
  "One more try, then this turns more into discipline than fun for you." His deep voice didn't rise in volume, but her cheeks heated with the obvious chastisement.
  "If this is supposed to be for fun, it's not really working. Maybe I am too much for you." Her defenses went up, and she moved to grab her skirt from next to the bench. She'd been stupid. This was so stupid.
  "Are you crying red?" His voice shook her, so demanding and unyielding.
  "Look—"
  He moved so quickly she didn't have a chance to step out of his way. His large hands were on her shoulders, his chest pressing up against her. She twisted enough to look up at him. His nose almost touching hers as he crouched down to hers. The darkness of his eyes startled her just enough to keep her quiet.
  "I think we negotiated pretty well at the roulette game, but if there's something you want to add to what I already know, now’s the time to tell me. And if you think I can't handle your attitude, or you, I'll have that misconception cleared up within the hour. But if you really want to walk out you'll have to use your damn safeword. And bratting isn't a safeword."
  She swallowed hard as her heart pounded out a Metallica melody in her chest. Words failed her. She'd dreamt for weeks of having his hands on her, his eyes boring into her with such intensity and there it was.
She gave a little shake of her head.
  "Good. Now." He released her and squatted down, hooking his thumbs into the thin straps of her thong and yanked it down to her ankles. "Step out," he said. She barely realized her body was obeying him before it was done.
  He stood back up, tucking the panties into his back pocket and snapped the shoulder strap of her bra. "Your tits are safe tonight, you can keep this on."
  She nodded again, wondering where the hell her tongue went.
  "Now, you clean the bench, while I go to my cubby. I don't think what I had originally planned is going to work."
  After he walked away, she went about doing what he'd ordered. He'd dropped the spray and towels on the bench, and she had cleaned it all down and put the spray back before he returned. And when he did, her ass clenched.
  A fraternity paddle.

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About the Book:
  Ever since her last relationship ended in heartbreak, things have been going downhill for romance novelist Aurora Kane. Determined to revive Aurora’s career, her publisher Donovan Tate decides to take matters into his own hands.
  Upon visiting Aurora at home and finding her wallowing in misery, Donovan makes it clear that he will be taking charge of her life, whether she likes it or not. When she tests his resolve, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her hard and thoroughly, and she cannot help begging for more as Donovan brings her to a quivering, shameful climax after the punishment.
 Donovan’s bold dominance and masterful lovemaking rekindle Aurora’s passion and inspire her writing in a way nothing else has before, but painful memories of the past still lurk in her mind. Can she dare to hope that this love story will have a happy ending?

Publisher’s Note: Rewriting the Rules contains spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:
  “You can’t spank me again!” she said firmly, bewildered by the fact she was about to be spanked for the second time today and fighting the knowledge that she craved it almost more than her next breath.
  “Hide and watch, little girl,” he said as his hand clapped off her bottom over and over again while she writhed over his lap. “Do you know why I can?”
  “No!” she wailed, as his hand reignited the sting from earlier.
  “Yes, you do, baby girl,” he admonished softly. “I can because you’re a submissive and you need it; so much you’re dying inside and I’m a dominant and I can’t resist your need. It calls to me with your every breath. You need me to take you in hand… to spank you till you cry… then take you until you scream with pleasure in every way possible.”
  “I… ooh… please…” Aurora cried as his hand continued to fall. His words so seductive… so tempting… she ached, needing everything he was promising.
  “Please what?” he asked gently.
  “Please spank me harder, remind me…” she whispered, knowing she would die if he stopped now.
  “With pleasure,” Donovan told her as he began to bring his hand down harder and harder until the swats blurred together and her bottom began to feel like one big ache. Then he lifted her briefly to stand and bent her over the arm of the couch.
  Aurora’s body was on fire; her ass burned but even worse was the fire of need he’d stirred in her blood. She moved her legs apart shivering as she heard him sliding his belt from its loops. The sound of it was delicious, the belt’s dark promise teasing all of her senses.
  He was right; she needed this badly.
  The first kiss of the belt left a line of fire in its wake, bringing a howl of pain from her lips but she pushed her bottom out for more. The next stroke landed on the under curve of her bottom, lifting her to her toes with its force.
  Another fell just beneath the last, catching the tops of her thighs and making her breath hiss out in a gasp. Three more landed in quick succession directly on top of the first three stripes and Aurora couldn’t stop herself from crying, each stroke jolting her clit and blending pleasure with the exquisite pain the belt provided.
  She continued to push her bottom out as he laid stripe after stripe up and down her bottom until she collapsed over the arm of the couch sobbing.
  Aurora looked up over her shoulder as she heard the belt drop to the floor. “Please… I need…”
  Donovan smiled sweetly at her. “Tell me what you need.”
She moved her legs even further apart. “I need you inside me.” Aurora laid her head back down on her arms as she felt him move behind her and the broad head of his cock nudged against her wet opening.
She groaned loudly. It had been so long and it felt so good. He slipped just the head in, slowly working just those few inches in and out of her until she wanted to scream. Aurora tried to work herself backward to take more of him inside but he held her fast.
  “Polite little girls ask for what they need, Aurora,” he told her in that deliciously deep voice of his.
  “Fuck me already!” she yelled.
In response he pulled completely out and rained twenty hard slaps on her already sore and swollen posterior. “Was that polite?”
  “Please, sir… please fuck me… I need you so deep inside me I don’t know where you end and I begin,” she said softly. Aurora couldn’t remember a time she needed so badly to be filled.
  Strong hands gripped her sore ass and spread her wide, making her groan in a combination of pain and anticipation. She actually whimpered when she felt the broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her weeping channel.
  He eased in just a little bit of the tip and back out again and again until she thought she’d go mad. Just stretching her open over and over, then the delicious pressure sent her over the edge and she came with a soft cry.
  “Good girl,” Donovan said, driving into her hard all the way to the hilt while her inner muscles spasmed.
  The slam of his cock against her cervix sent her straight into another orgasm; this time he held still inside her until her body calmed around him.
  “That was amazing,” Aurora said softly.
  He laughed and patted her hip. “Baby, we haven’t even started; now you’re ready for a good hard fucking.”


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