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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.
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Titles By B.B. Blaque
I still haven't gotten adjusted to feeling, or thinking that I actually am. It's so unsettling to have a little more than nothing inside. What happened a few months ago was something I only had a sliver of a memory of.
It's undeniable. It was something.
I know that I'm grateful to have her back in New York City where she belongs. That too has been an adjustment. She's been submissive and smart enough not to push for those three words and seems content with chemicals & hormones instead.
Seratonin. Dopamine. Testosterone. Oxytocin. Everything that makes up what regular people call love. Adrenaline wears off, will the rest?
A few months ago, I was a different man and doing everything I could to push her away because of those words she thinks are emotions. There might even be a part of me that hopes she's right. My entire life has been a complete void in that capacity, and I wouldn't miss them. What I would miss is her excited smile and laugh. Now, I'm ready to do whatever I can to make sure my body keeps pumping a steady stream of chemicals and hormones.
Who is The Bishop now? I can't just change completely.
Doing whatever and being willing is my saving grace. It's a part of me I recognize. Whatever has always included anything necessary. I'll do whatever, and anything necessary to keep them going into the new year. I hope they don't tick off like the minutes on the clock while we wait to pop champagne.
I have a lot to do so that can happen. Some will make me uncomfortable, and the rest will feel like I'm still in my own skin and mind. My past needs to be cleaned up so nothing bad can happen to her again.
**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
Broken Wings Izzy Sweet & Sean Moriarty
Blayze's Inferno J. Lynn Jamie Lombard
Ridin' For Hell Nikki Landis Author
Photographer: James Critchley
Cover designer: Lou Gray/Gray Creations
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.
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.
They call me The Bishop. My slaves call me Your Excellency. The Royal Bastards and Malevolent MC call me when they need something taken care of that no one else can or will do. I’m the brother who is always there and asks nothing in return.
I'm a psychological sadist with a master's degree who takes care of what I trained specifically for me—Calico and her beautiful submissive mind. Together with Sage, we are her Masters. I am always in control—the alpha. She married him, but I'm the one she's addicted to. It’s been easy. I have no emotions, but she voiced hers. Ever since I haven't been myself. I feel physically ill.
When she is threatened it causes a reaction I've never felt before. I call it a sickness. Kash says it's love. I don't buy into that, but I know for sure the threat will be neutralized. No one hurts my Pet and survives.
I wear Malevolent MC colors, but I’m basically a Royal Ba*tard too—Royally Malevolent. The only family I’ve ever considered since the Marines are the men in those two clubs. When someone is foolish enough to come after me and mine, they take it as personally as if I was blood.
I'll deal with the sickness when I'm done.
Model: Alfie Gordillio
Photographer: JW Photography
This book is not PNR. There might be things that make some uncomfortable, but it is not my usual dark book. The original series was written in 3rd person and this version is in first. Additions have been made and things have changed, but at the core it is the same series. It also stars The Bishop & Calico from the Royal Ba*tards MC NYC Chapter--Royally Maleveolent.
This book is a Master/slave, consensual BDSM story. If you like billionaire & BDSM romance as well as P.S. I Love You'll probably enjoy this 5-pepper book.
My world was torn apart when the Master I loved lost his long battle with cancer. All I'd been and done over the previous years had been because of Markus Cruz. Suddenly, I'd to face life at the estate alone.
Or would I?
The knock on the door shocked me but not as much as what the knock set into motion. After allowing me a month to grieve, Markus was reaching out and pulling me from the darkness—pushing me back into the light of life. He was right, not even death could keep him from assuring my future path to love and submission.
That's where his dominant and Master friends stepped in to help.
With Dominant Derrick Destry's help I was reminded of the sweet taste of surrender. He helped me out of the darkness with Markus' plans and I took the first baby steps to my next happily ever after.
The foundation had been laid to guide me to the future, but a base is nothing until something rises from it. That's when Master Blaze St. Sebastian—the sizzling, bad-boy rock star from HOTKINK—came along. He is the definition of edge and was the next flame in Markus’ line to ignite my life. With Markus and Blaze's guidance and discipline I learned to take chances on life, love, and myself.
Next came the man who terrifies and trained me to be a slave at Rosethorne Academy—Marine combat vet and cold-hearted sadist The Bishop. His hand and strict old school style was set to teach me lessons again. He gave me a deep view of my past, present and what could be my future. By viewing where I started with new eyes, I was one step closer to a happily ever after. Only Markus knew how much was left for me to learn and only The Bishop’s tactics could've made everything fall into place.
The hardest lesson was still to come.
Markus’ final lesson and the end phase of my journey was to discover a world I'd never known as a pickpocket or slave of the billionaire who saved me—the vanilla world. It was time to spread my wings, run free, and do things I never dared imagine. Only after finding out about the other side and how they do things, could I fully consent to life as a slave.
When faced with the freedom to choose—what will I do?
The reality of the vanilla world was a frightening, eye-opening, and exciting experiment. In fantasy I quickly found out I could have both. When the BDSM world collided with the vanilla, I found myself floating through a surreal wonderland where all my se*ual fantasies were possible and nothing was off-limits.
By the Masquerade I had to decide my future. Was it to continue in the vanilla world or return to what I'd always known and loved—the dungeon?
TRIGGERS POSSIBLE: If you have military based PTSD there may be a scene that could trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable. Maybe you'd just relate. The adult situations are unprotected and uncensored as with most most of my work. I like to push the envelope. Spice level: 4 peppers. The language is unfiltered and realistic. Blitz is very possessive/territorial and protective. He's alpha to the bone and he's also broken and vulnerable.
It all started when the RBMC wanted to get their hands on Brooklyn. It was a good move for the founding member of my club, the Malevolent MC, but someone needed to take the reins with our chapter there—someone they could trust—someone –Malevolent. The old man wanted one of my guys to patch over to and made the deal to trade me to the RBMC. The one condition was that I step in as president of the new RBMC Brooklyn chapter. Easy, right? I’m a guy from another club. A “southern belle” they say. Redhook expected me to step right in and take the most coveted of the five boroughs. It meant Crucifix would have to share, and believe me, he wasn’t so thrilled with the idea.
Now, it’s almost Thanksgiving and I’m in New York City fixin' to spend the holidays alone with my ghosts. The guys are ball breakers, the chicks too, but after all my time in Iraq and Afghanistan on the USMC elite Force Recon and Scout Sniper teams, I’m always down for one of those. They aren’t countin’ on my southern ballz. The real test of my abilities will be her. Vixen is like no one I’ve ever known and could be the best or absolute worst part of my new life as a Ba$tard.
I haven't had a woman share my bed in over three years to keep them safe. Vixen is the only one I've wanted to keep there, and I'm terrified my ghosts and demons could harm her. I chose to fight in the war. She's only choosing to try to be with me.
How will she react when she sees them up close and personal? Will she stand toe to toe with them like she always does or run to the hills?
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.
Once upon a time a little girl lost her one true love and it drove her completely insane.
Cherry grew up as the daughter of a prominent psychiatrist who was the head of Croton Bay Asylum in Upstate New York. He used his position to choose criminals and juvenile offenders for his research. Those people were all Cherry knew of. She never had a chance to be a normal girl while growing up in the dark twisting halls and secluded property of the asylum. She never had any friends and had never spoken to a boy . . . until Johnny.
When her father ripped Johnny out of her life, she vowed to find her love again. She never stopped looking even though she knew he never made it out of Croton Bay alive. Her childlike belief in the magic of love is a driving force.
Cherry only has eyes for Johnny. If she finds the right one, he'll feel the same. He'll see her unlike all the others who've unfortunately become part of her collection.
Maybe when the right Johnny comes along Cherry will finally grow up. Maybe the killing will stop. All she needs is one of them to really see how much he loves her. The real Johnny won't be able to take his eyes off of her.
Woven through this book is a story of honest transformation and the realization that it really is never too late to be what you might have been. Sometimes, life can mold you with a jack-hammer and others, with just the heart, arms, and will of another to melt the ice. I’m forever grateful I was given the chance, after chance, after chance—to become what I thought would never be.
*The content is a fictional account of true events. There is uncensored, mature, and adult content/situations.
*The phrase Daddy Dominant/Dom in this context is not about age-play. It does convey someone who was loving and who gave me the ability to start over from scratch and the ashes of who I’d become. Daddy is just a word.
Are you ready to transform?
Liberty Lafayette was used to transformation. After remodeling herself for years she felt she finally had the ideal disguise, the perfect armor to stay safe.
That all changed when she encountered him.
Calix Xavier is a man used to getting and having his way. He’d been the protective Daddy type as long as he could remember. As a lifestyle Master and Daddy Dominant he could have his pick of any submissive he chose to be kneeling at his feet.
He was compelled to choose her.
She was the toughest nut of the bunch—with the sweetest spirit—and he could see all she hid. She’d have to choose to show him and submit to him of her own free will.
How long could she run, carrying the armor encased wings on her heart? How long could she hide the broken pieces and twisted halo?
How much pain could they both endure before she surrendered to—becoming—something completely new?
Experience the journey of Liberty as she learns the depths of submission and what it can truly mean to be a slave.
Life may have forced her to her knees but could she be inspired to them by Calix’s love?
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.