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

Keeping my mind off the hot cocktail waitress wasn't easy. But the club offered some interesting side attractions and I realized how much I needed this kinky world. It called to the primal Dom inside of me, the one I needed to find again. I managed to stay engrossed in the scene being played in the Tower of London torture room. The Dom knew what he was doing and managed to put on a show for his audience. The screams of his willing subject added nicely to the overall effect.


From the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of red hair and turned toward the woman on whom Damian's eyes were already focused. It took me a split-second to put two and two together. 


Lydia led a naked male sub on a leash. He wore a shiny metal cock cage secured tightly around his dick, yet his posture was full of obvious pride. How I mistook Lydia for a sub was now beyond comprehension. Hell, I wasn't even sure if she was a switch for Damian, and my smile reflected the images running through my brain.


Chapter 112: Krispin