Holly S. Roberts

USA TODAY Bestselling Author Holly S Roberts likes to gloss over her exciting past as a homicide detective and make you think she sits at a computer all day writing. Nothing could be farther from the truth. You’ll find Holly in the mountains on a long hike or at the gym pounding barbells with the boys. She’s a health coach and nutritionist as well as being vegan and proving muscles come from hard work and plant-based foods. When the weather’s too cold for outdoor play, she sneaks into her dark cave and writes until her fingers ache. She’s also followed around by a hundred-pound Rottweiler with anxiety issues and constant need for affection. Each finished chapter gets a dog lick when Holly stays on course.   

Club El Diablo: THE kinky place of sin and the ultimate den of inequity where the rich and famous come to play. Fantasies come true and dominant men meet their match. Enter at your own risk!  


Club el Diablo

I stood up from the table. When I grabbed the business card, I noticed my hand was shaking. Picking up my cell phone, I dialed the number.


The voice from my memory answered on the second ring.


"I'm sure you're wondering why I've contacted you."


Hell yes I was. "That's a mild understatement," I replied.


"I would like you to be my guest for a week here at my estate. I have need of a man like you, and I was hoping we could discuss a proposition."


"A proposition?" My voice suddenly bordered on insolence. What did this fucker mean by a "man like you" anyway?


Deep, rich laughter sounded over the phone. The voice was no less arresting than it had been when Monroe had placed a knife in my hand. "I assure you that you will be safe and my intentions are entirely aboveboard."


"Why now?" I asked. And why do you talk like you've got a stick up your ass, I think to myself.


Chapter 44