Her Billionaire, Her Wolf Series by Aimélie Aames

(A Paranormal BDSM Erotic Romance) A billionaire story unlike any other-- She watches him every day. For two months she has spent each lunch hour studying the enigmatic man in a restaurant always filled to overflowing; yet, for two months he is there each day in a booth all to himself. Sara thinks she is safe as she drinks in every gorgeous detail reflected in the bar’s back mirror. She asks herself who he could possibly be, convinced that he would never notice her.. more(A Paranormal BDSM Erotic Romance) A billionaire story unlike any other-- She watches him every day. For two months she has spent each lunch hour studying the enigmatic man in a restaurant always filled to overflowing; yet, for two months he is there each day in a booth all to himself. Sara thinks she is safe as she drinks in every gorgeous detail reflected in the bar’s back mirror. She asks herself who he could possibly be, convinced that he would never notice her...convinced that no one ever does. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Chance brings them together and animal lust is unleashed. But what she never could have imagined is far from being the strangest part of this tale. For there are shadowy figures holding the strings offstage and the manipulation of Sara Renardine has only just begun. 13,000 word less

He is a man with particular tastes. Fine wines, private jets...a windswept château perched upon the French Atlantic coast.... And Brazier Abraxis is no less extravagant in the choice of his women.  But just what quality he sees in her, Sara cannot fathom. Murder and contracts written in blood lurk in the shadows as she is secreted out of the country and over the sea. Yet every time he turns his impenetrable gaze upon her, all resistance, all logic, slips through her fingers... moreHe is a man with particular tastes. Fine wines, private jets...a windswept château perched upon the French Atlantic coast.... And Brazier Abraxis is no less extravagant in the choice of his women.  But just what quality he sees in her, Sara cannot fathom. Murder and contracts written in blood lurk in the shadows as she is secreted out of the country and over the sea. Yet every time he turns his impenetrable gaze upon her, all resistance, all logic, slips through her fingers. And as the supernatural world closes in, Sara Renardine is faced with a man tormented by his own dark secrets. Alone in a foreign land, she gives over all control but can she survive his beastly lessons of cruelty and affection? 18,000 words less

(A Paranormal BDSM Erotic Romance) Part 3 of Her Billionaire, Her Wolf: A brother, long believed dead, comes within a sword's stroke of fratricide in a dark dungeon. He is a man driven by tragedy, yet family ties are not strong enough to sway him from his endless hunt. A lonely woman learns what it is to truly submit to the will of her master... more(A Paranormal BDSM Erotic Romance) Part 3 of Her Billionaire, Her Wolf: A brother, long believed dead, comes within a sword's stroke of fratricide in a dark dungeon. He is a man driven by tragedy, yet family ties are not strong enough to sway him from his endless hunt. A lonely woman learns what it is to truly submit to the will of her master. In faith and desperation, she gives of herself freely not knowing that a demon from her past has been resurrected and given the means to find her once again. A wolf is forced to confront the curse that hounds him without ceasing night and day. In a voice of dust and ashes, the answer he is given is one of merciless, wicked betrayal. And vampires flock to the call of a monster and its sinister machinations. Like a twisted puppet master, it shall decide the fates of one and all. 18,000 words An excerpt: She looked down at the arms once more wrapped around her and this time she was sure of it. The tattoos had somehow faded while, at the same time, Braze had become more tender as he touched her. Gentler, as he had made love to her. Almost simultaneously, they sighed then laughed quietly at themselves. “You should try to talk to him,” Sara murmured to the man holding her. This time, Braze sighed alone. “I don’t know him anymore, Sara. I was only six years old when...when we were separated.” “You mean when you were both told the other one was dead,” she replied, wondering to herself how any father could have done such a thing to his own sons. “It doesn’t matter, Braze. He’s your brother, after all.” Sara tried not to sound too overbearing, but the two men had barely spoken a word between them since leaving the château. “Half brother,” Braze said, “And, I will speak with him. In time. But for now, allow me to bask in the calm I feel at the moment.” He nuzzled into her hair and kissed the nape of her neck, then said, “I don’t understand how or why, but since Clement’s arrival, I have known my first real peace in over five years. “You must understand...I would go to that restaurant in search of silence, and then later, I went there because of you. But, now, I find it here, of all places, and to say that it is greatly desirable is saying too little.” Braze had gone back to speaking in his strange, riddling way. As always, Sara had the feeling that he was speaking of two things at once, and the meaning on the surface was not the important one. The mere idea of it, going to a crowded, noisy restaurant in search of calm, was preposterous when he had at his disposal an entire skyscraper with any number of empty offices behind armored glass windows and sound proofed walls. What he was saying made no sense, and not for the first time, Sara felt that this was a man living in a rarefied environment that lesser mortals simply could not understand. Not anymore than they understand the lives of fish living so deeply under the sea that the immense pressures would crush any normal living creature. Will I ever understand this man? Sara knew, though, that it did not matter. Understanding him, or not, she had given herself over to him in every sense of the word. “Go to him in my place, Sara. Show him what it is that I see in you.” Braze kissed her shoulder then moved to her jawline. “Let him tell you how he came to find me...and why. Above all, why. And, I shall take some time for myself and sleep a dreamless sleep where voices do not come to speak in the words of the dead.” Cryptic as ever, Braze released her and Sara got to her feet and started gathering up her clothes. “Fine. I’ll go have a chat with Clement, but you had better come out and join in once you’ve had your quiet time.” She turned to look at him, waiting for yet another puzzling remark from the enigmatic man. Instead, his eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell with the rhythm of a man well and truly at peace. Sara smiled, looking down at him as she dressed, then tiptoed from the room. less

In the end, there is only darkness. And in that darkness, a lone man stands while evil attempts to destroy the tenuous bonds between him and his long estranged brother.Between them both, a woman hangs in the balance, a pawn played by more than one side in a deadly game that could cost them all their lives.That man holds a hallowed blade against the monsters who assail them...and in the end, nothing is less sure than his triumph against the creatures of shadow... moreIn the end, there is only darkness. And in that darkness, a lone man stands while evil attempts to destroy the tenuous bonds between him and his long estranged brother.Between them both, a woman hangs in the balance, a pawn played by more than one side in a deadly game that could cost them all their lives.That man holds a hallowed blade against the monsters who assail them...and in the end, nothing is less sure than his triumph against the creatures of shadow.And when evil forces tear away all facade and charade, what remains are a man and a woman, all secrets unveiled.Their savage passion, their animal desire, is the strength that drives them both.But can they survive their own betrayals? Can they rise above guilt and blame to save one another?Find out in this, the thrilling conclusion to the series, Her Billionaire, Her Wolf. 24,000 words An excerpt: Amber eyes narrowed as he saw her shaking. “I know what you need.” Braze led her back down into the apartment below, then drew her after him to the marvelous bathroom. Steam billowed as he turned on every jet in the italian style shower. But, he found her through the quickly growing fog and his hands undid the belt at Sara’s waist. She leaned against him, wishing that she were stronger, that she could manage on her own. Knowing that she could not. "You are what I need,” she whispered against his neck. Then the coat fell to the floor and he gently nudged her into the shower. Sara stood there a very long time, letting the water do its work. And when she came out at last, her skin and hair were clean, while stains of another kind remained. Please forgive, me. She went to him in the bedroom. Sara climbed across a mattress that seemed to go on for miles until, at last, she snuggled in close to the man lying there, waiting for her and her alone. “You must be exhausted,” he murmured, then kissed her forehead. “I am...I mean, I was. But the shower helped a lot. You helped a lot,” she said. She nuzzled in closer to him then brought her hand to his thigh and slid it along until she held him. His member began to grow heavier under her touch. “Are you certain, Sara?” he asked, with a mouth that shifted between a half smile and a frown for concern of her. “I am,” she replied, then letting go of him, she turned until she rested upon his chest and looked deeply into his eyes. “Do you remember when you told me that you would make me regret you and that it wouldn’t be for just once?” “Yes, of course,” he said. “Well, you’re not the only one. Ok?” She hesitated, searching for her words. “I would like you to punish me...Master. I know I will disappoint you. I won’t have any choice.” She lowered her tone and continued, “And for that, I deserve to be punished.” His smile was gone. Braze only looked at Sara, his eyes unblinking, before saying at last, “What are you trying to tell me, Sara? Are you hurt? Did something happen that you have not told me?” “No,” she said, looking away from him, desperate to hold back the sadness that threatened to overwhelm her...a sadness for what might very well overwhelm them both. “No, nothing like that. I just...I just need it.” She brought her eyes back to him and there he saw twin tracks of tears upon her cheeks as she said, “Please.” Again, he was silent for a time. Then he said, “I understand...little slave.” Sara sighed when she heard those words. Little slave. Oh, God help me. With efficient, self assured movements, Braze wasted no time in tying Sara facedown and spreadeagled across the bed. Only instead of a coarse farm rope, he used soft velvet clad cords and his touch was tender as he brought them around her wrists. He cinched them down firmly, but not so far as to chafe against where that other rope had left its mark. Then he was on his knees between her legs and she felt him bend down to place a hand on each side of her back. His mouth traced along her spine until he came to where the hunting knife had cut her. Gently, ever so gently, he kissed her there and Sara felt herself growing moister with each of his movements. This magnificent man, capable of terrible, beastly violence, had come to worship at her temple. The thought of it, that he did it for her, that he would punish her for crimes she had yet to commit, only made her juices flow more quickly. He brought his hands to her hips then pulled upward. With almost no effort, he lifted her haunches into the air, then set her back down upon bent knees, her bottom up and fully available. “Punishment is the request,” he said, his tone turning ever deeper, “And so punishment shall be dealt out.” His hand struck her without warning. The entire bed rocked with it and Sara felt the delicious sting rip across her buttocks. Her flesh vibrated under his touch demanding that he do it again. And, he did.... less