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Authors: Lexi Blake
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Dungeon Royale (Masters and Mercenaries)
“I can always trust Lexi Blake's Dominants to leave me breathless...and in love. If you want sensual, exciting BDSM wrapped in an awesome love story, then look for a Lexi Blake book.”
~Cherise Sinclair USA Today Bestselling author
“Lexi Blake's MASTERS AND MERCENARIES series is beautifully written and deliciously hot. She's got a real way with both action and sex. I also love the way Blake writes her gorgeous Dom heroes--they make me want to do bad, bad things. Her heroines are intelligent and gutsy ladies whose taste for submission definitely does not make them dish rags. Can't wait for the next book!”
~Angela Knight, New York Times bestselling author
“A Dom is Forever is action packed, both in the bedroom and out. Expect agents, spies, guns, killing and lots of kink as Liam goes after the mysterious Mr. Black and finds his past and his future… The action and espionage keep this story moving along quickly while the sex and kink provides a totally different type of interest. Everything is very well balanced and flows together wonderfully.”
~A Night Owl “Top Pick”, Terri, Night Owl Erotica
“A Dom Is Forever is everything that is good in erotic romance. The story was fast-paced and suspenseful, the characters were flawed but made me root for them every step of the way, and the hotness factor was off the charts mostly due to a bad boy Dom with a penchant for dirty talk.”
~Rho, The Romance Reviews
“A good read that kept me on my toes, guessing until the big reveal, and thinking survival skills should be a must for all men.”
~Chris, Night Owl Reviews
“I can’t get enough of the Masters and Mercenaries Series! Love and Let Die is Lexi Blake at her best! She writes erotic romantic suspense like no other, and I am always extremely excited when she has something new for us! Intense, heart pounding, and erotically fulfilling, I could not put this book down.”
~ Shayna Renee, Shayna Renee's Spicy Reads
“Certain authors and series are on my auto-buy list. Lexi Blake and her Masters & Mercenaries series is at the top of that list... this book offered everything I love about a Masters & Mercenaries book – alpha men, hot sex and sweet loving… As long as Ms. Blake continues to offer such high quality books, I’ll be right there, ready to read.”
~ Robin, Sizzling Hot Books
“I have absolutely fallen in love with this series. Spies, espionage, and intrigue all packaged up in a hot dominant male package. All the men at McKay-Taggart are smoking hot and the women are amazingly strong sexy submissives.”
~Kelley, Smut Book Junkie Book Reviews
Dungeon Royale
Masters and Mercenaries, Book 6
Lexi Blake
Dungeon Royale
Masters and Mercenaries, Book 6
Lexi Blake
Published by DLZ Entertainment LLC
Copyright 2014 DLZ Entertainment LLC
Edited by Chloe Vale and Kasi Alexander
eBook ISBN: 978-1-937608-23-1
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.
Table of Contents
A View to a Thrill, Coming Soon
An excerpt from Their Virgin Secretary by Shayla Black and Lexi Blake
Thieves, a new urban fantasy series by Lexi Blake
This is my first book with two British leads and set entirely in foreign countries. I’ve been to many of the sites I talk about in this book. I would be remiss if I didn’t thank the amazing tour guides and citizens of Helsinki, Finland and Berlin, Germany for making me feel so welcome and sparking my imagination.
As I said before, both the hero and heroine of this novel are British, and I’ve attempted to capture the flavor of their language. Yes, we all speak English, but anyone who has traveled to London knows we do it in very different ways. If you want an example, just look up what the Brits think of the word “fanny.” You won’t carry a fanny pack in London again, just saying. Because I’m just a Texas girl, I reached out to some friends for help in making Damon and Penny as realistic as possible.
I would like to say a huge thank you to Fiona Archer for her contribution to this book. I couldn’t have done it without you. And big hugs to the girls across the pond—the women of Naughty Book Club on Facebook were so helpful and warm in pointing me in the right direction when it came to British slang. Another big thank you to Katija Rothbächer for her help with the German and Finnish translations.
If I do anything right concerning the dialect in this book, the credit goes to them. All errors belong to me. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy Damon and Penny’s story.
London, England
Dying was a messy business.
The coppery smell of blood filled his senses. It was so damn strong. He’d been surrounded by blood before, covered in it a few times when he’d been with the SAS, but this was different.
This was his blood.
And his death.
Get the fuck up, Knight. You’re not bleeding out here on your desk. This is not how you end.
He couldn’t breathe. A rattle came out of his chest as he attempted to take a deep breath. It sounded like the rusty old furnace from his childhood, the one that heated his grandfather’s hunting cabin in Scotland. He’d adored that old man. His grandfather died when Damon was eight. One more loss.
Would he see his grandfather again?
After everything he’d done in his life? Not bloody likely.
Through sheer force of will, he pushed off the desktop where he’d been slumped for what seemed like an eternity.
Phone. He needed a phone. Fucking bastard had taken his phone. Basil Champion the third had been his partner and his closest friend for the last ten years. He was also the man who had put a bullet in his lung. He was thorough. The arsehole had taken his mobile and his laptop.
Everything ached. Each and every move felt like the last. There was no grace to his walk. He stumbled, falling to the floor.
No air. No fucking air. His lungs wouldn’t work.
He stared up at the ceiling. He loved this club. He’d spent every dime he had to make it into an odd type of home. It was supposed to be a place where he could be himself, where he could one day live with his sub. He wasn’t sure he ever wanted a wife, but he’d considered taking a permanent sub and housing her in The Garden where they could live free of the constraints of the vanilla world.
Now he wondered why he’d waited. He was dying and no one would care. He’d held himself apart for so long, waiting for the perfect woman. Now he kind of wished he’d found any woman. His parents were dead and his partner turned out to be an international terrorist, so there wouldn’t be anyone weeping at his funeral.
Now that he thought about it, no one would likely show up at all.
He should have asked her out. The blonde. Penelope. He watched her when he was in the office. She was a pretty girl with a smile like sunshine. Until recently. She didn’t smile much anymore.
“Damon? Is something going on? The front door was left open,” a masculine voice said from the hallway.
A spark went through him. James Turner. He was a Dom here at The Garden. Usually the place was closed down at this time of day, but James had keys.
There was a squeak as the door opened. He tried to shift his head, but his muscles had stopped moving.
Suddenly James was beside him, staring down at him. “Knight? What the hell happened? I’m calling 999 right now. Hold on.” He had a phone in his hand. “Yes, I have an emergency. It looks like a gunshot wound.”
No one at The Garden knew he worked for MI6 with the exception of Baz. He would simply die and there would be nothing more of him. The periphery of his vision began to fade.
The world started to move in an odd set of flashes. Blessed darkness would come and then a flash of pain and light.
The medic holding his hand to his chest, pressing down.
The world going in and out of focus as he was lifted up.
The sounds of sirens as he was taken away.
“His BP is dropping. Damn it all. He’s in arrest.”
“Big bastard is a fighter, that one. He coded three times on our way in.”
He caught sight of a nurse holding some form of anesthetic mask over his face. She was blonde, curvy. Funny. She looked a lot like Penelope. Such a pretty thing. A translator. He’d heard her speaking Danish over the phone. It had gotten him hot.
Not for me. Not for me.
He told himself that all the time. She was rather kind to everyone around her. She’d made him a cake for his birthday. No one else had remembered his birthday and he’d never even told her she was pretty. Never asked her out to lunch. Never done the thing he really wanted to do—never pulled her close and planted his lips on hers.
Because he was a bastard who would break her so he’d kept his distance and now he would likely never know how truly sweet she was. He’d worked with her for years and she had no idea he watched her.
“Just hold on, Mr. Knight,” the nurse was saying.
As the anesthetic took control, his last thought was about a girl with blonde hair and a sweet smile.
* * * *
Penelope Cash stood in the cemetery on the outskirts of London, rain beating against the umbrella she held, and wondered when the rush of relief would come. She’d taken care of her mother for five years. She’d handled every bit of horror that the dementia had thrown at her. She’d worked to pay for the day nurse and had not a pence left to show for what should have been years of saving.
