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

In the car ride to Winters' Publishing, Luke had explained his kinks in explicit detail. I was uncomfortable because his driver heard every word. Luke was dropping me at my office. Our arrangement would begin on Friday which was half a week away. I didn't know if I'd last. I crossed my legs. His eyes took on a gleam that showed he liked making me squirm. Without a qualm, he asked about my limits.


No illegal acts or marks on my arms, lower legs, or face. I wasn't into feces or gold shower play. Animals were encompassed under the illegal acts, but I made it clear. He didn't bat an eye, just listened intently. Maybe too intently. I was well aware his dick was rock hard. I fought the need to unzip his pants and suck it to relieve some of his discomfort. A delectable small tear in his jeans to the side of his cock had me licking my lips. I shook my head. Keeping my mind clear when I was around him wouldn't be easy. 


Chapter 184: Machala