His Devil’s Chains by Linzi Basmset

Jack Blackmore, a devilish Dom and Jordan Clark, his trial sub … an inevitable disaster … or was it?

“Keeping my eyes on you, Sir, just as you ordered. I don’t happen to have a rubber spine, so unless I want to slip a disc in my neck—”
Jack Blackmore was an enigma, a man who had seen enough death and destruction to last him a lifetime. As for love? Well, he’d been there, done that. He preferred his role as Master Black at Club Devil’s Cove where he called the shots with no strings attached.
She was known as the Brat of Club Devil’s Cove. Jack couldn’t keep his eyes off her … er … chest. And who could blame him? She had the most stunning ‘rack’ he’d ever seen on a sub to date … but she was trouble. Despite her affinity with him, Jack had no intention of unshackling the chains that held the pieces of his heart intact, especially since he didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her, and that was something he had no intention of doing. Not when he would much rather feast on her … er … charms.

“I will push your boundaries where and when I want … just because I can.”
Jordan Clark was caught between the job and her uncontrollable desire for the devil Dom who had turned her ovaries into Olympic gymnasts every time he was near. Who could blame them? He had the physique of a Viking warrior and his … er … ‘tool’ was … um … big! She had to remember she had a job to do. He had never been part of the plan, but her inner submissive craved to be dominated by the formidable Dom. The lines quickly became blurred, and she forgot that he was the job.
While Jack and Jordan danced the tango of lust and passion on a foundation of lies, the Sixth Order struck violently. No one was prepared for the devastation wrought as the world suddenly grew dark and destitute.

One defiant choice led to torture, masks removed, truths revealed, and death came knocking.
Who lived … and who died?