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Red
Handed
A Benediction Novel
A Benediction Novel
By: Shelly Bell
Releasing March 10th, 2015
Avon Red Impulse
An
exhibitionist who's waited her whole life to be seen …
After
her stepmother is abducted, Danielle Walker has no choice but to follow the
kidnapper's cryptic instructions. Under the guise of a sex slave trainee, she
must infiltrate Cole DeMarco's BDSM club and find evidence of his offshore bank
account … or she'll never see her stepmother alive again. But Master Cole is no
stranger, and despite the dark past they share, Danielle cannot resist his
magnetic pull.
The
voyeur who's always been watching …
As
Danielle begins uncovering Cole's secrets, the artistic voyeur arouses her
deepest desires, and she surrenders to a fiery passion she never expected. But
with time running out to save her stepmother, Danielle and Cole will face off
against an evil growing more ruthless by the day … and discover a twisted web
of lies, betrayal, and murder that neither saw coming.
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4.5 Stars!
Scorching Hot and Sexy! This is my first book by Shelly
Bell and I immediately need to read the White Collared series.
Danielle is forced to join Benediction. She is to be trained
as a sex slave, but it's a cover. Her real mission is to get information
from Cole DeMarco. To gain his trust, seduce him and get some paperwork.
If not her kidnapped Stepmother will die. What she doesn't expect
is to be freed from feeling like an outcast. To feel like she actually belongs.
She doesn't expect to still feel attracted to Cole DeMarco, the man who
betrayed her family and killed her father.
Cole DeMarco is like god. He's gorgeous, broody and
he's the Master. He's the owner of Benediction and he has secrets.
Lots and lots of secrets. He has granted Danielle permission to
train as a sex slave, but he also knows she's lying about why she wants to be
there....Why allow her then? Simply....She's his fantasy.
I loved the attraction between the two. They both had
their reasons for secrets and they both desired each other. It was a lot
of panty melting scenes...(fans myself). They had a magnetic pull towards
each other and even though Danielle wanted to deny it, her body and heart
wouldn't. Cole has desired her for eight years, he tries to stay away,
but his body and mind won't allow it. Cole still knows that Danielle is
not being honest. But what is she hiding?
As the story weaves around, the darkness is trying to creep
in and grab ahold. The threats, the phone calls, the twists and turns are
getting worse. The lies and betrayal may be Danielle's undoing. She
must find the truth before it's too late...will she accomplish her mission or
will she lose?
This book is suspenseful, sexy as sin and hot as hell!
I was a quivering mess at times...wow! It will open your eyes to
BDSM and at times you may cringe, but it will open your eyes to the lifestyle.
This book will throw you at times and the ending...NOT expecting that!
Boom! Fantastic read! Shelly Bell does a wonderful job with
her descriptions and I could totally picture the characters and the scenes.
4.5 Scorching Panty Melting Stars!!!
Review by Heather Driscoll
Steeling
herself for his rejection, she slowly unbuttoned her coat, starting at the top
and working her way down, one by one until she ran out of buttons . . . and
time. Pulling the flaps of her coat open, she exposed her sparsely clad body.
The
kidnappers had instructed her to wear the clothes they’d provided. In the
airport bathroom, she’d changed out of her conservative slacks and blouse into
a black leather corset and a tiny scrap of lacy fabric that was supposed to
pass for panties. Prior to an hour ago, she’d never worn either type of
underclothes, having always bought comfortable full-size cotton underwear and
sensible underwire bras.
The
corset sucked in her stomach and cinched tight at her waist, making it more
difficult to breathe. Not to mention her D-cup breasts practically spilled over
the top.
As
he took in the sight of her in the unflattering attire, Cole clenched his jaw,
and his outstretched hand curled into a fist.
This
is why she’d never given into the desire to truly expose herself to others. Why
she’d limited herself to sunbathing naked by the pool and driving alone in her
SUV with her skirt hiked up to her waist where she could feel exposed, even
though no one could see her. Why she’d remained in the shadows at parties,
bringing herself to climax by discreetly rubbing her forearms across her
distended nipples and pressing her clitoris into a chair or the edge of a wall
column. In addition to the fact that acting on several of her urges would be
illegal, no one wanted to see her naked body.
Tears
threatened, burning her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to admit
defeat and wither away like a vine in winter. Instead she turned around and
slipped the mink off her shoulders.
A
warm breath caressed the shell of her ear. Antsy excitement swirled through her
belly upon the realization that Cole had positioned himself right behind her,
so close she felt the heat radiating from him. She swore she felt his nose in
her hair, almost as though he was inhaling her scent. Her eyelids fluttered
shut, and she stifled a moan when Cole’s fingertips lightly brushed the tops of
her arms.
“Sit,
Danielle,” he said, the harsh tone of the command knocking her back to reality.
He’d
taken her coat while she’d continued to stand with her back to him like an
idiot, lost in a fantasy where he wasn’t her enemy, and she wasn’t here under
duress.
He
set the mink on the back of a chair and perched himself on the edge of his
desk. At least he no longer looked as though he wanted her out of his home. In
fact, she couldn’t read his emotionless face at all.
The
sudden change in his demeanor threw off her equilibrium, and she didn’t like
it, preferring his blatant antagonism over the composed businessman in front of
her. Throughout her life, she’d watched how women could manipulate men simply
with a smile or a brush of a hand down a tuxedoed chest.
Unlike
them, this man would prove difficult to manipulate. He’d burn as hot as lava
then freeze as cold as an iceberg, burying any and all his secrets far beneath
the surface. How far would she have to dig in order to expose them?
A sucker for a happy ending, Shelly Bell writes sensual romance often with a bit of kink and action-filled erotic thrillers with high-emotional stakes for her alpha heroes and kick-ass heroines.
She began writing
upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her
a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or
writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
She currently writes
for Avon Red Impulse, Loose Id, and Soul Mate Publishing.
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