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 felt thoroughly sore, lovingly-fucked, and completely miserable. So many people believed in me but the one person who mattered most thought I was a lost cause. That one person wasn't Lydia, Damian, or Krispin, it was me. They seemed willing to sail me over the rising waves but the sea of depression had a way of slithering back into my life. It always did.


I lay in Krispin's bed, watching the rise and fall of his chest until finally, I couldn't take any more, and feathered my hand across his sculpted torso, traveling the lines of muscle until I reached his nipple. His breathing stopped for a moment and I knew he was awake but he let me continue my quest.


I brought my mouth to the small, stiffened peak, and swirled my tongue, gently sucking the bud between my lips. When he finally moved, it was quick and I couldn't help my squeal of surprise. In half a blink, I was lying beneath him and his forehead dipped down to rest against mine.


Chapter 133: Angela