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About B.B. Blaque
I'm a dark author . . . I won't call the dark stuff romance in the least, but there is much erotica and SUPER MIND F**KERY. I've even been told recently there's a big helping of horror. My other books do have a lot of romance and HEA, just not the Beautiful Evil or Sawree Duet)
I live the BDSM lifestyle (as a submissive/slave) and have for many years, so when I write it comes from knowledge of the subject matter. My dark stuff is NOT BDSM (except for Beautiful Evil the Master and The Masters M.C. #2 Beautiful Insanity.)
I've also been involved, in some way, with bikers, and motorcycle clubs since I was a teenager. What I write doesn't come from research; it comes from living the lifestyles and writing what I know.
That being said, I also love psychology, the darkness of people's minds, serial killer profiles, and horror. I write monsters who are real men--which to me are much more frightening because they could be anyone you know.
I love BDSM (Male dominant/female submissive.) There's something that just feels so right about a man wearing the pants (especially when he wears them well and fills them nicely.) I am interested in the psychological aspects of relationships in general and especially when there is a power-exchange dynamic.
My world would stopping revolving if not for heavy rock music (and the wonderfully talented people who make it.) Music and it's makers will definitely be strongly visible in my work. I listen, I remember...I listen, I'm inspired...to write...to love...to f**k...to live.
I live the BDSM lifestyle (as a submissive/slave) and have for many years, so when I write it comes from knowledge of the subject matter. My dark stuff is NOT BDSM (except for Beautiful Evil the Master and The Masters M.C. #2 Beautiful Insanity.)
I've also been involved, in some way, with bikers, and motorcycle clubs since I was a teenager. What I write doesn't come from research; it comes from living the lifestyles and writing what I know.
That being said, I also love psychology, the darkness of people's minds, serial killer profiles, and horror. I write monsters who are real men--which to me are much more frightening because they could be anyone you know.
I love BDSM (Male dominant/female submissive.) There's something that just feels so right about a man wearing the pants (especially when he wears them well and fills them nicely.) I am interested in the psychological aspects of relationships in general and especially when there is a power-exchange dynamic.
My world would stopping revolving if not for heavy rock music (and the wonderfully talented people who make it.) Music and it's makers will definitely be strongly visible in my work. I listen, I remember...I listen, I'm inspired...to write...to love...to f**k...to live.
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Books By B.B. Blaque
Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2)
Feb 26, 2021
$3.99
Model: Viking Will Newton
Photographer: James Critchley
Cover designer: Lou Gray/Gray Creations
**DISCLAIMER**
Crucifix is nothing like FOCUS from Rotten Apple--they are night and day different. This is a romance, albeit a gritty and emotional one.
**There is unfiltered language, uncensored adult situations, and justifiable violence. Although this book is about a nun and would be priest it isn't about bashing the Catholic religion. It does delve into a specific group of Catholics doing very bad things.
They knew the kid who would’ve become Father Giovanni. It was time for them to meet Crucifix—the man who would make them confess before administering Last Rites.
Holy Mary, Mother of God—even you can’t hear their prayers.
They’re damned.
We were raised in the orphanage together until they tossed me out on the streets. By then, it was too late to give back the innocence I took from her. It was alotta years later, but somehow she found me. That’s when I became
her dirty secret—the president of a 1% club and the nun—hidin’ out away from
the eyes of the church.
Since that day on the street Gingersnap just keeps comin’ to confess her sins and kneel at my boots, and I’m more than happy to dish out the penance she feels she needs. From the start it’s been unholy communion with us. I was gonna be a priest, and she grew up to become Sister Fiona. We both know it’ll keep happenin’ like it has since we were teenagers.
It kicks my heart all over NYC and back, but I keep waitin’ for her to feel sinful enough to show up at my door—she always does.
Until the night I sent her away.
Until the night I thought she was gonna die because of what I’d taken from her.
I guess I’ve been a ba$tard since the day I was born. Now, I’m royalty and the only
one who will save her. The only Ba$tard who loves her.
Photographer: James Critchley
Cover designer: Lou Gray/Gray Creations
**DISCLAIMER**
Crucifix is nothing like FOCUS from Rotten Apple--they are night and day different. This is a romance, albeit a gritty and emotional one.
**There is unfiltered language, uncensored adult situations, and justifiable violence. Although this book is about a nun and would be priest it isn't about bashing the Catholic religion. It does delve into a specific group of Catholics doing very bad things.
They knew the kid who would’ve become Father Giovanni. It was time for them to meet Crucifix—the man who would make them confess before administering Last Rites.
Holy Mary, Mother of God—even you can’t hear their prayers.
They’re damned.
We were raised in the orphanage together until they tossed me out on the streets. By then, it was too late to give back the innocence I took from her. It was alotta years later, but somehow she found me. That’s when I became
her dirty secret—the president of a 1% club and the nun—hidin’ out away from
the eyes of the church.
Since that day on the street Gingersnap just keeps comin’ to confess her sins and kneel at my boots, and I’m more than happy to dish out the penance she feels she needs. From the start it’s been unholy communion with us. I was gonna be a priest, and she grew up to become Sister Fiona. We both know it’ll keep happenin’ like it has since we were teenagers.
It kicks my heart all over NYC and back, but I keep waitin’ for her to feel sinful enough to show up at my door—she always does.
Until the night I sent her away.
Until the night I thought she was gonna die because of what I’d taken from her.
I guess I’ve been a ba$tard since the day I was born. Now, I’m royalty and the only
one who will save her. The only Ba$tard who loves her.
Rotten Apple (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 1)
Mar 17, 2020
by
B.B. Blaque
$3.99
***This book is NOT a classic romance but there is a HEA***
**The character of FOCUS is no reflection on the character of Crucifix in book #2 Crucifixed. Their stories are as different as night and day.
In a world of sexx and drugs can FOCUS and Nixx find a way to free each other without giving up who they are?
Francis Patrick “FOCUS” Flanagan
Cash is king and it all hits the palms of the most royal, rotten hands in the Big Apple—the Royal Ba*tards MC. I’m the Sergeant at Arms and my palms are some of the greediest. I take my job of acquiring “talent” for the club seriously and when Rattler and I found Nixx it was game on! She has eyes and lips that’d make the most religious man lay down with Satan himself. The gawky, innocent waitress from the diner in Brooklyn was going to be mine. Not my ol’ lady, not my girlfriend—my property and piles of cash in the bank.
Our girls are just a means to a very lucrative end. Nixx turned out to be the shiniest dang apple of the whole rotten bunch—until she woke up that ol’ green-eyed monster. Didn’t see that one comin’. I wasn’t supposed to fall for any of them. Like Adam, ya take one dang bite of the apple and you are screwed. Eve changed the world forever with that mess—Nixx changed me.
Nixx Barrett/Nixx Barritt
I was running from myself until I met FOCUS. He opened up a world where I could be free—except from him and the Royal Bastards MC. Except from how felt about that stubborn Irish biker. From the moment I saw him I knew he was trouble. The second I sat on the back of that black shamrock bike I knew I was his.
Featuring characters from other Royal Bastards series authors
Heavy Is the Crown- Linny Lawless
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B081LKMXBK
Broken Wings Izzy Sweet & Sean Moriarty
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0856RNRH3
Blayze's Inferno J. Lynn Jamie Lombard
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B082FHYH36
Ridin' For Hell Nikki Landis Author
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0812ZCJHM
**The character of FOCUS is no reflection on the character of Crucifix in book #2 Crucifixed. Their stories are as different as night and day.
In a world of sexx and drugs can FOCUS and Nixx find a way to free each other without giving up who they are?
Francis Patrick “FOCUS” Flanagan
Cash is king and it all hits the palms of the most royal, rotten hands in the Big Apple—the Royal Ba*tards MC. I’m the Sergeant at Arms and my palms are some of the greediest. I take my job of acquiring “talent” for the club seriously and when Rattler and I found Nixx it was game on! She has eyes and lips that’d make the most religious man lay down with Satan himself. The gawky, innocent waitress from the diner in Brooklyn was going to be mine. Not my ol’ lady, not my girlfriend—my property and piles of cash in the bank.
Our girls are just a means to a very lucrative end. Nixx turned out to be the shiniest dang apple of the whole rotten bunch—until she woke up that ol’ green-eyed monster. Didn’t see that one comin’. I wasn’t supposed to fall for any of them. Like Adam, ya take one dang bite of the apple and you are screwed. Eve changed the world forever with that mess—Nixx changed me.
Nixx Barrett/Nixx Barritt
I was running from myself until I met FOCUS. He opened up a world where I could be free—except from him and the Royal Bastards MC. Except from how felt about that stubborn Irish biker. From the moment I saw him I knew he was trouble. The second I sat on the back of that black shamrock bike I knew I was his.
Featuring characters from other Royal Bastards series authors
Heavy Is the Crown- Linny Lawless
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B081LKMXBK
Broken Wings Izzy Sweet & Sean Moriarty
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0856RNRH3
Blayze's Inferno J. Lynn Jamie Lombard
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B082FHYH36
Ridin' For Hell Nikki Landis Author
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0812ZCJHM
Other Formats:
Paperback
by
B.B. Blaque
$2.99
**Only suitable for adults over 18** Language, sexual situations, violence, adult themes
THE MASTERS MC #1 PROPERTY OF (2nd Edition)
w/ PREQUEL--RIDING INTO HEAVEN
"A riches to doo-rags story"
The Masters MC-Origin Prequel
RIDING INTO HEAVEN
COLT
Kash and I grew up in the 1% world. It was all we knew, until the night we found out about BDSM. I decided on the spot that I needed to know more. After meeting Jordan Bishop I realized how much more there was to know.
KASH:
I did some seriously messed up stuff that meant I had to leave L.A.. After a ride across country I was sittin' in a New York City biker bar with Colt and things started to get real. He introduced me to The Bishop. That’s when my whole life changed. I couldn't believe we might actually get to make our little dream of a new kinda club come true. There had to be some kinda catch. They weren't gonna let us walk.
COLT
It wasn’t gonna be an easy way out for Kash and me. We knew it before we even sat down at my Pops’ clubhouse for the talk with our dads. It was a crazy idea that couldn’t have been further away from how we’d been raised. We’d always known they expected us to be the presidents of the Malevolent and the Vagabond Vipers—their clubs.
It took one very big favor to get us out. We had to rescue Jessica from Hell so we could keep riding into Heaven.
It was all worth it. No regrets.
PROPERTY OF
TUESDAY
Becoming a debutante was not on the list of things I wanted to be in my life. I proved it to Mama and everyone else when I turned my back on the whole stupid thing. I couldn’t get far enough away from my family’s twisted roots, but I found out, it’s not always so easy to outrun yourself. I’d been running on empty for a long time—from a future I didn't want, a past I didn't dare know, and fearing for my life. I suppose it was some kinda sign when I literally fell in front of Colt Daniels on that foggy, country road and he gave me a dusty ol’ pair of boots. Maybe it was finally time to stop.
COLT
I hadn’t had an ol’ lady, submissive, or slave for a long time when I met that sassy little chick on the side of the road. She coulda killed us that day, and I still picked up the fiery stray and took her home. It was supposed to be quick—in and out—and she’d head on down the road. Then, she told me why she was flat on her face in the road and about the suit wearing psychopath she was runnin’ from. I had to make her stay for her own good. I never thought she’d become my ol’ lady or property. Not only did I have the huge task of makin’ her understand the BDSM life, but I had to fight tooth and nail to teach her that not all family is blood and that some of the deepest roots are forged in leather, ink, and chrome.
THE MASTERS MC #1 PROPERTY OF (2nd Edition)
w/ PREQUEL--RIDING INTO HEAVEN
"A riches to doo-rags story"
The Masters MC-Origin Prequel
RIDING INTO HEAVEN
COLT
Kash and I grew up in the 1% world. It was all we knew, until the night we found out about BDSM. I decided on the spot that I needed to know more. After meeting Jordan Bishop I realized how much more there was to know.
KASH:
I did some seriously messed up stuff that meant I had to leave L.A.. After a ride across country I was sittin' in a New York City biker bar with Colt and things started to get real. He introduced me to The Bishop. That’s when my whole life changed. I couldn't believe we might actually get to make our little dream of a new kinda club come true. There had to be some kinda catch. They weren't gonna let us walk.
COLT
It wasn’t gonna be an easy way out for Kash and me. We knew it before we even sat down at my Pops’ clubhouse for the talk with our dads. It was a crazy idea that couldn’t have been further away from how we’d been raised. We’d always known they expected us to be the presidents of the Malevolent and the Vagabond Vipers—their clubs.
It took one very big favor to get us out. We had to rescue Jessica from Hell so we could keep riding into Heaven.
It was all worth it. No regrets.
PROPERTY OF
TUESDAY
Becoming a debutante was not on the list of things I wanted to be in my life. I proved it to Mama and everyone else when I turned my back on the whole stupid thing. I couldn’t get far enough away from my family’s twisted roots, but I found out, it’s not always so easy to outrun yourself. I’d been running on empty for a long time—from a future I didn't want, a past I didn't dare know, and fearing for my life. I suppose it was some kinda sign when I literally fell in front of Colt Daniels on that foggy, country road and he gave me a dusty ol’ pair of boots. Maybe it was finally time to stop.
COLT
I hadn’t had an ol’ lady, submissive, or slave for a long time when I met that sassy little chick on the side of the road. She coulda killed us that day, and I still picked up the fiery stray and took her home. It was supposed to be quick—in and out—and she’d head on down the road. Then, she told me why she was flat on her face in the road and about the suit wearing psychopath she was runnin’ from. I had to make her stay for her own good. I never thought she’d become my ol’ lady or property. Not only did I have the huge task of makin’ her understand the BDSM life, but I had to fight tooth and nail to teach her that not all family is blood and that some of the deepest roots are forged in leather, ink, and chrome.
Other Formats:
Paperback
The Masters M.C.: Beautiful Insanity
Oct 31, 2016
by
B.B. Blaque
$2.99
THIS IS THE 2ND EDITION (file updated 9/4/2020)
WARNING: This book could trigger you for violence, and uncensored language and adult situations.This is a dark read with a lot of emotional content, and a HEA. Only suitable for those 18+
Kash & Barely: Two people, lost pieces of the others dark and twisted puzzle, find that a match made in Hell can sometimes be the perfect fit. Some love is just totally twisted and beautifully insane.
Kash is a sadist and the first sergeant at arms for the Masters M.C, but he wasn’t always a BDSM Master. Raised in a 1% club, Kash took what he wanted until the night he took too much. He’d have to learn to harness the violent beast within or suffer the consequences. He's on a quest to find the missing piece to his own dark puzzle so his beast can be fed.
Barely is a masochist, only she doesn’t know it yet. After being rescued from a world locked in pain, she finds herself locked within the compound of the Masters M.C. The world behind the large gates is a terrifying picture in her mind, one of dominance and submission she can’t understand. She’s always protected her sister from their father and his club, the Satan’s Scavengers. Can she protect her from life in the compound and save her own shattered heart from resident sadist Kash?
Kash introduces Barely to who she is at her core and can finally let his beast out of the cage. Every piece she has to offer and the ones she tries to hide in the darkest recesses of her mind, are what he wants. All the voodoo in the world can’t stop him from having his way.
Twisting the pieces until they fit means death, bloodshed, and a strong unwavering hand. It also means a little Voodoo magic.
To ever become whole, they will have to put their broken pieces where they were destined to be—in the darkness—together. To do this Kash will have to convince Barely to stop fighting the battle of her life—the war she wages inside herself.
the Malevolent MC #1 (A direct continuation spin-off series of The Masters MC): Corral Me (The Masters M.C. Book 5)
Nov 17, 2020
$2.99
(This couple met and started their battling in Book #3 FTW and continued into #4 GFY This part of the series picks up a month after the original series/club finished in the Masters MC #4 G.F.Y.. This is how they finally fell in love.)
DISCLAIMER: This book contains strong and unfiltered language, uncensored adult situations, M/M, and violence
SUNDOWN BLACKFOOT
When my old man sent me away from the reservation where I was born, the Malevolent MC became my tribe. They didn’t care that my mom was a Blackfoot Indian and my dad was Italian. I was accepted because my old man was in the club. It was all that mattered. I was no longer Half-Breed—I was 100% Malevolent.
I rose through the ranks of the Montana and Nevada chapters without an issue. There was never a fight or woman I couldn’t win if I wanted. It made me arrogant AF. When you’re used to having any girl you want, you become a vain a$$hole just because you can. I’ve never felt a need to hide it. When everything you’ve ever wanted has come easy and all the women have been sleazy—it’s what you do. They fall at my feet, and I’m never afraid to kick them out of my bed when I’m done. They remind me of the show ponies and breeder horses my grandfather had—nice enough but no challenge. I always liked the wild horses. I had to work to get them to trust me enough to ride them. It took time. They mattered.
Mama Stitch is the wild horse.
For once I actually have to try to get what I want, and she isn’t easy.
That’s why I need her and will have her.
First, I have to cut things off with Kash and that’ll be easier said than done. He’s my closest brother, the first sergeant at arms, and our out-alpha each other thing is like a drug.
Then, I have to find a way to get that crazy sweet-butt Shovelhead to leave me alone. That’s been like getting rid of a stripper’s glitter—nearly impossible.
MAMA STITCH
I was raised in Upstate New York by my father. He taught me to stand up for myself, that I could do anything I put my mind to, and not to bow down to anyone. He was a cobbler and I learned to sew on the boots and leather vests of guys in motorcycle clubs. It made sense that I’d grow up dreaming of being with one of them—until I was. When the last of those relationships went tragically south, so did I—to Florida.
In Ocala, I learned to ride my own bike. I vowed to never have to count on a man for my happiness in the wind. I also met Colt and Kash from The Masters MC. I became the friend of a club that was based on women bowing at their men’s feet—real deal BDSM—but they accepted me regardless. I accepted them.
The ol’ ladies became my sisters and I became their resident seamstress—they gave me the road name Mama Stitch. Everyone around Marion County knows about the girl who rides her own bike and who carries guns in her sexy outfits. I’m single and happy about it. I didn’t want a guy in a club, and I’m not about to give up my bike.
Then, The Masters patched over to the Malevolent and with that came Sundown Blackfoot. Somehow he missed the memo about me. The cocky, new sergeant at arms won’t leave me alone no matter how much I fight him and we fight hard! I do as my father taught me—stand my ground, don’t bow to anyone, and do any and everything I put my mind to.
That was all working for me—until, I tried to put my mind to keeping him away.
I hate him. I love the battle—but I’m losing. All I know to do is keep fighting for all I’m worth because I won’t get hurt again.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains strong and unfiltered language, uncensored adult situations, M/M, and violence
SUNDOWN BLACKFOOT
When my old man sent me away from the reservation where I was born, the Malevolent MC became my tribe. They didn’t care that my mom was a Blackfoot Indian and my dad was Italian. I was accepted because my old man was in the club. It was all that mattered. I was no longer Half-Breed—I was 100% Malevolent.
I rose through the ranks of the Montana and Nevada chapters without an issue. There was never a fight or woman I couldn’t win if I wanted. It made me arrogant AF. When you’re used to having any girl you want, you become a vain a$$hole just because you can. I’ve never felt a need to hide it. When everything you’ve ever wanted has come easy and all the women have been sleazy—it’s what you do. They fall at my feet, and I’m never afraid to kick them out of my bed when I’m done. They remind me of the show ponies and breeder horses my grandfather had—nice enough but no challenge. I always liked the wild horses. I had to work to get them to trust me enough to ride them. It took time. They mattered.
Mama Stitch is the wild horse.
For once I actually have to try to get what I want, and she isn’t easy.
That’s why I need her and will have her.
First, I have to cut things off with Kash and that’ll be easier said than done. He’s my closest brother, the first sergeant at arms, and our out-alpha each other thing is like a drug.
Then, I have to find a way to get that crazy sweet-butt Shovelhead to leave me alone. That’s been like getting rid of a stripper’s glitter—nearly impossible.
MAMA STITCH
I was raised in Upstate New York by my father. He taught me to stand up for myself, that I could do anything I put my mind to, and not to bow down to anyone. He was a cobbler and I learned to sew on the boots and leather vests of guys in motorcycle clubs. It made sense that I’d grow up dreaming of being with one of them—until I was. When the last of those relationships went tragically south, so did I—to Florida.
In Ocala, I learned to ride my own bike. I vowed to never have to count on a man for my happiness in the wind. I also met Colt and Kash from The Masters MC. I became the friend of a club that was based on women bowing at their men’s feet—real deal BDSM—but they accepted me regardless. I accepted them.
The ol’ ladies became my sisters and I became their resident seamstress—they gave me the road name Mama Stitch. Everyone around Marion County knows about the girl who rides her own bike and who carries guns in her sexy outfits. I’m single and happy about it. I didn’t want a guy in a club, and I’m not about to give up my bike.
Then, The Masters patched over to the Malevolent and with that came Sundown Blackfoot. Somehow he missed the memo about me. The cocky, new sergeant at arms won’t leave me alone no matter how much I fight him and we fight hard! I do as my father taught me—stand my ground, don’t bow to anyone, and do any and everything I put my mind to.
That was all working for me—until, I tried to put my mind to keeping him away.
I hate him. I love the battle—but I’m losing. All I know to do is keep fighting for all I’m worth because I won’t get hurt again.
The Masters M.C.: GFY (Go Fu@k Yourself)
Feb 4, 2020
by
B.B. Blaque
$2.99
:::MUST READ BOOK #3 FTW before reading this book:::
If you don't like unfiltered language, MM, MMf, menage, graphic depictions of vengeance, or things of that nature—this may not be the book for you. Triggers are subjective and random, but there may be some of those too.
They ripped scabs off the wounds of a lifelong war and the wheels are rollin’ to finish it once and for all. Sure, we got a little taste of blood from the Satan’s Scavenger scum—it’s not enough. I’m craving more. She’s still helpless in that hospital bed because of them. Her face, voice, and the way those beautiful lips move when she tells me she loves me—that’s what’s pushin’ me. Hope and prayers from a soulless bastard like me were gettin’ us nowhere. I’m hell bent on doin’ things I never thought I would again.
Revenge isn’t enough. Justice will never be achieved. The only thing that can come close is the annihilation of the Satan’s Scavengers. We won’t stop until every last one of them has paid the debts with their lives. We’re takin’ them—one body, one patch, and one agonizing death at a time.
Even then, the wounds won’t heal the scars will never fade.
She’ll never be the same.
When she's finally back with me I hope to find the balance—between our love, my fierce need to protect her, and the bottle that’s helpin’ me through it all. I've gone back to the man I used to be. Will she still want me when she knows what I’m capable of?
It’s all been for her.
This time two other clubs are standin’ united with us—The Royal Bastards and the Vagabond Vipers. That says a lot about our shared enemy. We're also doin' the unthinkable—lettin' the ladies get involved in club business. This whole thing goes way beyond that—it's a bond so deep that its blood pumps in all of us. All of us will get a piece.
With every crack of the throttle we’re gettin’ closer to the goal. Did they really think we'd just roll over and take it?
G' head—let's play a game of hide and go fu@k yourself. I guarantee we'll win.
If you don't like unfiltered language, MM, MMf, menage, graphic depictions of vengeance, or things of that nature—this may not be the book for you. Triggers are subjective and random, but there may be some of those too.
They ripped scabs off the wounds of a lifelong war and the wheels are rollin’ to finish it once and for all. Sure, we got a little taste of blood from the Satan’s Scavenger scum—it’s not enough. I’m craving more. She’s still helpless in that hospital bed because of them. Her face, voice, and the way those beautiful lips move when she tells me she loves me—that’s what’s pushin’ me. Hope and prayers from a soulless bastard like me were gettin’ us nowhere. I’m hell bent on doin’ things I never thought I would again.
Revenge isn’t enough. Justice will never be achieved. The only thing that can come close is the annihilation of the Satan’s Scavengers. We won’t stop until every last one of them has paid the debts with their lives. We’re takin’ them—one body, one patch, and one agonizing death at a time.
Even then, the wounds won’t heal the scars will never fade.
She’ll never be the same.
When she's finally back with me I hope to find the balance—between our love, my fierce need to protect her, and the bottle that’s helpin’ me through it all. I've gone back to the man I used to be. Will she still want me when she knows what I’m capable of?
It’s all been for her.
This time two other clubs are standin’ united with us—The Royal Bastards and the Vagabond Vipers. That says a lot about our shared enemy. We're also doin' the unthinkable—lettin' the ladies get involved in club business. This whole thing goes way beyond that—it's a bond so deep that its blood pumps in all of us. All of us will get a piece.
With every crack of the throttle we’re gettin’ closer to the goal. Did they really think we'd just roll over and take it?
G' head—let's play a game of hide and go fu@k yourself. I guarantee we'll win.
The Masters M.C.: FTW ( Dark M.C. Romance)
Feb 14, 2019
by
B.B. Blaque
$2.99
Dark MC romance (not classic romance)
What would it take to push good men to the breaking point? What would justify going back to a world they’d worked so hard to leave? Their club, their heart, and their code have been crushed—there is nothing left to lose.
They said it’d be a cold day in Hell before they ever went back to the 1% world.
Hell. Just. Froze. Over.
Colt Daniels and Kash Kendrick spilled a lot of blood to leave the 1% life they were raised in. It was a fair trade off—many Satan’s Scavengers’ lives for one precious, innocent life. Beyond the trail of blood was the brand new world they created. It was filled with motorcycles, brotherhood, and BDSM. The Masters, with their ol’ ladies—slaves—lived a life on the right side of the law. They lived by a code they took seriously—the Master must be in control of himself before he can control another. It worked, until two sounds—Boom! Boom!—destroyed all they’d worked to make.
Two of them are dead. Two are fighting for their lives, and an out of control need for bloody retribution has taken over the code. It’s taken over the club.
A decades old feud that began in Vietnam has caused the fathers' sins to be visited on their sons and daughters
.
Colt’s original club, the Malevolent M.C., and Kash’s club, the Vagabond Vipers, have been at war with the club of a man who should’ve been left rotting in the jungle. Crow Thibodeaux and his club, the Satan’s Scavengers.
After Crow’s suspicious death his former stepson Ditch has carried on his legacy, and the bad blood is running deeper than ever before. They brought the war to the Masters’ doorstep. With no other option on the table and nothing but vengeance in their hearts—Colt and Kash are driven home to their 1% roots.
Being a good man is a hard task. The Satan’s Scavengers called out the villains—Colt and Kash can do that in their sleep.
Who will be left at their sides when the blood begins to pour?
Will any of the Masters M.C. remain, or will it be Colt, Kash, and Malevolent first sergeant at arms, Sundown Blackfoot left to do battle?
When all is said and done what will be left of the men they’d worked so hard to become?
Sometimes the only way to know is to just say F*@k The World and let the bodies fall where they may.
What would it take to push good men to the breaking point? What would justify going back to a world they’d worked so hard to leave? Their club, their heart, and their code have been crushed—there is nothing left to lose.
They said it’d be a cold day in Hell before they ever went back to the 1% world.
Hell. Just. Froze. Over.
Colt Daniels and Kash Kendrick spilled a lot of blood to leave the 1% life they were raised in. It was a fair trade off—many Satan’s Scavengers’ lives for one precious, innocent life. Beyond the trail of blood was the brand new world they created. It was filled with motorcycles, brotherhood, and BDSM. The Masters, with their ol’ ladies—slaves—lived a life on the right side of the law. They lived by a code they took seriously—the Master must be in control of himself before he can control another. It worked, until two sounds—Boom! Boom!—destroyed all they’d worked to make.
Two of them are dead. Two are fighting for their lives, and an out of control need for bloody retribution has taken over the code. It’s taken over the club.
A decades old feud that began in Vietnam has caused the fathers' sins to be visited on their sons and daughters
.
Colt’s original club, the Malevolent M.C., and Kash’s club, the Vagabond Vipers, have been at war with the club of a man who should’ve been left rotting in the jungle. Crow Thibodeaux and his club, the Satan’s Scavengers.
After Crow’s suspicious death his former stepson Ditch has carried on his legacy, and the bad blood is running deeper than ever before. They brought the war to the Masters’ doorstep. With no other option on the table and nothing but vengeance in their hearts—Colt and Kash are driven home to their 1% roots.
Being a good man is a hard task. The Satan’s Scavengers called out the villains—Colt and Kash can do that in their sleep.
Who will be left at their sides when the blood begins to pour?
Will any of the Masters M.C. remain, or will it be Colt, Kash, and Malevolent first sergeant at arms, Sundown Blackfoot left to do battle?
When all is said and done what will be left of the men they’d worked so hard to become?
Sometimes the only way to know is to just say F*@k The World and let the bodies fall where they may.
I'm Sawree: Book #1 of the Sawree Duet
Nov 27, 2017
by
B.B. Blaque
$2.99
A VERY DARK & PSYCHOLOGICAL EROTIC-THRILLER
WARNING: This book contains content that may be very disturbing to some readers. May contain triggers, proceed at your own risk. Please take this warning under advisement before deciding to read.
★NO HERO but 1 EVIL VILLAIN
★NO ROMANCE
★NO HEA OR HFN . . . Happily never after maybe
Sawree Reese had a life altering experience when she discovered the mutilated bodies of 9 people. It changed her in ways she could never have fathomed and her coping skill was art—bloody gruesome—art
If her artistic purging isn't enough she turns to him. Master Sterling, the most evil and sadistic man she's ever known. She is pulled toward the silver eyes and black hair of the only man who can exorcise the demons and silence her mind.
Raven "Sterling" Silver is the closest thing to a demon to ever live in a man. He has a vested interest in Sawree that goes well beyond the atrocities he relishes in the dungeon. He's not a true Master, but he masters the world and most everything in it.
Some fear him . . . others respect him . . . and those who choose to deny his existence will ultimately pay the price
Sometimes you know the game . . . Sometimes you know the players . . Then there are times when everything you thought you knew is thrown out the window
Editorial reviews:
R.J. Reviews: Blaque is in her elements, diving into the black depths of the human soul in this erotic thriller. The writing is Blaque at her best.
Book Haven Book Blog: Darkly poetic, intelligent, engaging, and unlike anything I've ever read. While not romantic or HEA in the least, it will stay with you long after you close it. How it all fit together, the deeper message, the secrets slowly revealed...utter genius.
Joyfree: Heed the warnings
A Dark (Pitch) Psychological thriller that will drag you down the rabbit hole suffocating you in its darkness - a torturous combination that is a blended cesspool of psychological and physical degradation sprinkled with emotional corruption
WARNING: This book contains content that may be very disturbing to some readers. May contain triggers, proceed at your own risk. Please take this warning under advisement before deciding to read.
★NO HERO but 1 EVIL VILLAIN
★NO ROMANCE
★NO HEA OR HFN . . . Happily never after maybe
Sawree Reese had a life altering experience when she discovered the mutilated bodies of 9 people. It changed her in ways she could never have fathomed and her coping skill was art—bloody gruesome—art
If her artistic purging isn't enough she turns to him. Master Sterling, the most evil and sadistic man she's ever known. She is pulled toward the silver eyes and black hair of the only man who can exorcise the demons and silence her mind.
Raven "Sterling" Silver is the closest thing to a demon to ever live in a man. He has a vested interest in Sawree that goes well beyond the atrocities he relishes in the dungeon. He's not a true Master, but he masters the world and most everything in it.
Some fear him . . . others respect him . . . and those who choose to deny his existence will ultimately pay the price
Sometimes you know the game . . . Sometimes you know the players . . Then there are times when everything you thought you knew is thrown out the window
Editorial reviews:
R.J. Reviews: Blaque is in her elements, diving into the black depths of the human soul in this erotic thriller. The writing is Blaque at her best.
Book Haven Book Blog: Darkly poetic, intelligent, engaging, and unlike anything I've ever read. While not romantic or HEA in the least, it will stay with you long after you close it. How it all fit together, the deeper message, the secrets slowly revealed...utter genius.
Joyfree: Heed the warnings
A Dark (Pitch) Psychological thriller that will drag you down the rabbit hole suffocating you in its darkness - a torturous combination that is a blended cesspool of psychological and physical degradation sprinkled with emotional corruption
Beautiful Evil Collection: Monster to Master
Oct 31, 2017
by
B.B. Blaque
$3.99
I’ll never pretend to be a nice man or a hero in the conventional sense, but I have transformed
I'm a Master and still a Monster
Now, I have control over the monster I once was, but make no mistake, he’s still roaring deep within.
I’ve just found ways to have my cake and beat it too
I’ve broken alot of women . . . I have no apologies for my thirst
Over time I've learned to find better ways, but the road was flooded with tears
Be prepared to hate to love me . . . they always do
I'm a Master and still a Monster
Now, I have control over the monster I once was, but make no mistake, he’s still roaring deep within.
I’ve just found ways to have my cake and beat it too
I’ve broken alot of women . . . I have no apologies for my thirst
Over time I've learned to find better ways, but the road was flooded with tears
Be prepared to hate to love me . . . they always do
Beautiful Evil Sinful 7: Sinful 7
May 23, 2017
by
B.B. Blaque
$2.99
Seven sins—seven sinners—one regret—still no apologies.
I’m still not looking for love, romance, or some bullshit happily ever after, and I’m still no one’s hero—but I am still an honest, ruthless prick.
This time, I have my sights set on sins—the seven deadly to be more precise. Over the first two years I was in the Corps I continued to hunt, and what better place to find sinners than Las Vegas? I checked them all off my list—some multiple times—but I still couldn’t get my head right until that one deadly sin and the other heavenly virtue. I had an option of throwing away my entire life or choosing a new one. It was a close call, but I think I found a way to have my demons and stay out of the brig. Only time would tell.
The monster’s still there, the hunger still growls, but now I can safely feed.
But, first—let’s talk about sinners and how I love to drink their tears like holy water. Vanity—Wrath—Greed—Sloth—Envy—Gluttony, and Lust were all just a roll of the dice away from being mine. How much do you want to bet I enjoyed them all?
A monster doesn’t become a Master overnight and neither did I. Did you really expect anything different?
I’m still not looking for love, romance, or some bullshit happily ever after, and I’m still no one’s hero—but I am still an honest, ruthless prick.
This time, I have my sights set on sins—the seven deadly to be more precise. Over the first two years I was in the Corps I continued to hunt, and what better place to find sinners than Las Vegas? I checked them all off my list—some multiple times—but I still couldn’t get my head right until that one deadly sin and the other heavenly virtue. I had an option of throwing away my entire life or choosing a new one. It was a close call, but I think I found a way to have my demons and stay out of the brig. Only time would tell.
The monster’s still there, the hunger still growls, but now I can safely feed.
But, first—let’s talk about sinners and how I love to drink their tears like holy water. Vanity—Wrath—Greed—Sloth—Envy—Gluttony, and Lust were all just a roll of the dice away from being mine. How much do you want to bet I enjoyed them all?
A monster doesn’t become a Master overnight and neither did I. Did you really expect anything different?
Who's Sawree Now?: Book #2 of the Sawree Duet
Jun 26, 2018
$2.99
A VERY DARK & PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER
WARNING: This book contains content that may be very disturbing to some readers. May contain triggers, proceed at your own risk. Please take this warning under advisement before deciding to read.
Raven Silver, otherwise known as Sterling is the east coast head of the Lunam et Stellas Societatem. A position passed down through bloodlines over centuries in the secret society of the Moon and Stars.They control everything you think is real as they move the chess pieces around the board world-wide.
The coffee industry is theirs . . . Big Pharma is being manipulated by them from within . . . .
Mass conformity is their greatest weapon and they count on the sheep to do what they do and follow along with the others.
Sterling had a project named Sawree, she was his pawn until unfortunate circumstances changed their relationship forever. His new game is with a creation named Lollipop. She is a doll---a non-thinking, barely breathing, utterly controllable toy.
WARNING: This book contains content that may be very disturbing to some readers. May contain triggers, proceed at your own risk. Please take this warning under advisement before deciding to read.
Raven Silver, otherwise known as Sterling is the east coast head of the Lunam et Stellas Societatem. A position passed down through bloodlines over centuries in the secret society of the Moon and Stars.They control everything you think is real as they move the chess pieces around the board world-wide.
The coffee industry is theirs . . . Big Pharma is being manipulated by them from within . . . .
Mass conformity is their greatest weapon and they count on the sheep to do what they do and follow along with the others.
Sterling had a project named Sawree, she was his pawn until unfortunate circumstances changed their relationship forever. His new game is with a creation named Lollipop. She is a doll---a non-thinking, barely breathing, utterly controllable toy.
Beautiful Evil-SNAFU: SNAFU
Apr 4, 2017
by
B.B. Blaque
$2.99
WARNING: RATED D for DARKER and MORE DISTURBINGLY EROTIC
ENOUGH SAID
I’m in love with a beautiful monster named Jordan Bishop. He isn’t the kind of guy most girls would chase. He’s the strong, arrogant, silent type…ya know, a total prick with this mysterious thing that’s just so irresistible.
His evil charm is something I want and need…a thing I can’t possibly live without. He warned it would happen, and it did. He now possesses all of me.
I woke one day and he was gone, along with all the color and life I had. I’d give anything to have that monster back.
This is my twisted love story…It isn’t pretty…
He is my hero and I would do anything for him, even become a monster too.
I hope one day I’ll find him again and live happily ever after. Even monsters deserve happiness...don't they?
ENOUGH SAID
I’m in love with a beautiful monster named Jordan Bishop. He isn’t the kind of guy most girls would chase. He’s the strong, arrogant, silent type…ya know, a total prick with this mysterious thing that’s just so irresistible.
His evil charm is something I want and need…a thing I can’t possibly live without. He warned it would happen, and it did. He now possesses all of me.
I woke one day and he was gone, along with all the color and life I had. I’d give anything to have that monster back.
This is my twisted love story…It isn’t pretty…
He is my hero and I would do anything for him, even become a monster too.
I hope one day I’ll find him again and live happily ever after. Even monsters deserve happiness...don't they?
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