Black Edge Series Book Tour & Giveaway

I’m in way over my head. But I have debts to pay.

Mr. Black is the highest bidder. He’s dark, rich, and powerful. He
likes to play games.

But it’s just one night.

I should have never seen him again after our first night together.

But I crave him.

Mr. Black is Aiden. Aiden is Mr. Black.

Two sides of the same person.

When he invites me back to his yacht, I can’t say no.

I’m supposed to be his. But then everything goes wrong….

Born into darkness, life made me a cynic incapable of love.

But then Ellie waltzed in. Innocent, optimistic, kind.

She’s the opposite of what I deserve.

Now my business is going up in flames.

I have only one chance to make it right.

I don’t cheat on her. There’s no one else.

It’s worse than that. Much worse.

Mr. Black is coming back. With a vengeance.

I found a woman I can’t live without.

We’ve been through so much.

We’ve had our set backs. But our love is
stronger than ever.

We are survivors.

I will do anything to free her.

I will do anything to make her mine for good.

Charlotte Byrd is the bestselling author of many contemporary romance

novels.
She lives in Southern California with her husband, son, and a crazy

toy Australian Shepherd. She loves books, hot weather and crystal
blue waters.

Caroline and I both sit there for a few minutes debating whether we should really go through
with this.
Honestly, I don’t know.
On one hand, it seems insane.
An auction.
A sex auction, in this day and age.
We’re women.
We’re supposed to be liberated and free.
We can have sex with anyone we choose.
On the other hand, being liberated and free also means that I’m free to participate in an
auction if I want.
Right?
Would this really make me a prostitute?
Or do you get some sort of one-night pass?
I mean, I’ve had a one night stand before after a really nice dinner.
How exactly would this be any different?I wait on the bed breathing very fast for what feels like forever. My fingers nervously fidget
and run along edge of my restraints. I can’t see the robe that I’m wearing, but I know it’s the
sexiest thing I’ve ever worn for a man. Plus, the feathers feel very soft and comfortable. It’s like
I’m wrapped in luxury.
Waiting is pure torture. There’s room in the mask for my eyes to open freely without my
eyelashes touching the fabric, but all I see is blackness around me. How long do I have to wait
like this? My thoughts keep going back to the amount of money that the mysterious Mr. Black
paid for me. $250,000. That’s a lot of money. I wonder what kind of night he is expecting from all
of this. To tell you the truth, I’m not the most exciting girl in bed. I’m actually quite boring. I don’t
like to do a lot and I’m not a huge fan of being on top. When I’m on top, I can never relax
enough to actually orgasm.
The door swings open. I exhale and inhale deeply, trying to compose myself. My body
suddenly gets really cold and really hot at the same time. My hormones must be going nuts. I
hear the footsteps approaching the bed.
“Hello?” I ask, not able to bear the anticipation much longer.
“Good evening,” he says after a moment. His voice is smooth, and deep, and has a kind of
oak quality to it. He doesn’t sound very old, but then again, what do I know about voices?
“Are you Mr. Black?” I ask.
“Yes, I am,” he says slowly. “But you may call me Sir.”
“Just sir?” I ask.
“Yes, just sir.”

 

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