Title: Her Dark Past
Author: Alexandrea Weis
Genre: Dark Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Weba Publishing
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Blurb: Brynn Adler is a writer with a unique abilityâeverywhere she goes, images of the past haunt her.
After taking over the estate of her murdered ex-husband, Nathan Cole, Brynn is at the center of a mystery. A mystery the ruthless members of the Corde Noire Society want solved. Sent to discover Brynnâs secret, Declan Corinth plans to arouse her former submissive ways. Thereâs just one problem â¦ he knows nothing about being a Dom. If Declan doesnât get what the Corde Noire requires, Brynn Adler could become its next victim. Can he win her trust in time? The clock is ticking.
To uncover the past, embrace the darkness.
From New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college she studied nursing and went on to teach at a local university. After several years in the medical field, she decided to pick up the pen once again and began her first novel, To My Senses. Since that time she has published many novels. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable.
Alexandrea Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the La. Wildlife and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans.
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In the back of the Mercedes, Brynn was wiping the raindrops from her face and neck when the rear passenger door flew open and another person scooted inside.
She almost screamed for her driver when she saw the man in the sharply cut black suit slide into the seat next to her. His riveting blue eyes fixated on her, and Brynnâs mouth dropped open.
âWell, well, Brynn Alder,â he said in a voice akin to honey. âI thought that was you. Forgive the intrusion, but I have wanted to meet you. Iâm Declan Corinth.â He held out his hand.
Brynn stared at his hand as if it was a nuclear missile. What in the hell is he doing here?
When her eyes rose to his face, his good looks made her mouth go dry. With black wavy hair and sharp blue eyes, he was even sexier than his portrait. Declanâs features were sharp, but his nose was a little flat and his chin somewhat small compared to his square jaw. He had thin lips that complimented his looks. Just the idea of kissing those lips made Brynn want toâ
Shake his hand! âMr. Corinth.â She took his hand. âWhy are you in my car?â
While holding her hand, his eyes examined her face, sending a tingling sensation up from Brynnâs toes.
âI was coming to Renâs, and I saw you. Iâm ashamed to say Iâm a fan, Ms. Adler. Iâve read all your books. I think your interpretation of the BDSM lifestyle is unique.â
âInteresting choice of words, Mr. Corinth.â The fact that the attractive man had read her books was even more unnerving than his being in her car. âAre you familiar with BDSM?â
He kept a firm grip on her hand. âI have several associates who are ardent admirers of the lifestyle.â
She yanked her hand away. âBy associates, I take it you mean Ren and his little society.â
âRen is a business associate, Ms. Adler. As for his society, Iâm familiar with it.â
She sat back in her seat, studying Declanâs compelling features. âHow did you end up in one of his portraits?â
He hiked up a dark eyebrow, his eyes brimming with amusement. âYouâve seen the painting? And what did you think?â
âRen told me a local businesswoman commissioned it. She was apparently quite taken with you.â
âMabel Bergeron was more than taken with me. She was obsessed.â
Declanâs soulful chuckle resonated in Brynnâs groin, and then she was struck by the name. âMabel Bergeron? But she â¦.â Her voice trailed off, afraid to say what she was thinking.
âShe owns a bondage club in the Garden District.â Declan sat back in his seat. âYour ex-husband was a frequent customer of hers. We met at Mabelâs club.â
A cold realization settled over Brynn. Declan Corinth was a playerâa Dom. How else would he know about the bondage club Nathan had belonged to, or be friends with Ren Plancharde? Feeling foolish, Brynn glanced at Bob, still awaiting instructions behind the wheel.
âI should go. Iâm keeping you from your meeting with Ren.â
âNonsense.â Declan motioned for Bob to start the car. âIâll see you back to The Shallows. You shouldnât be alone today.â
âYou know where I live?â
âI heard you took over Nathanâs old penthouse.â
Brynnâs reservations mounted as the engine roared to life. âNo, Bob, wait,â she called. âMr. Corinth was just leaving.â
The shock in Declanâs blue eyes was entertaining. She suspected that, being a Dom, he wasnât used to having a woman tell him what to do.
With a curt nod, he reached for the car door and then glanced back at her. âCan I ask you a question?â
His voice reminded her of a dark whiskey. Smooth, soulful, and reaching down to herâ
âOf course, Mr. Corinth.â
He shimmied closer to her. âItâs Declan, not Mr. Corinth.â
Her toes were tingling again. âWhat would you like to know?â
âHow do you get ideas for your stories? They seem so real.â
Brynn shook her head, convinced that he was baiting her. If he was an associate of Renâs and knew Nathan, then he must have known of her past.
âA writer never divulges where she gets her inspiration.â Brynn smugly sat back in her seat. âGood evening, Mr. Corinth.â
The surly grin he gave her damn near knocked her to the car floor. He was even more devastating when he was angry.
Declan shoved the card door open. As the sound of the rain hitting the sidewalk drifted into the car, he said, âWeâll see each other again, Ms. Adler.â
Brynn just smiled and waited for him to leave.
He bounded into the pouring rain and slammed the door closed. Brynn sank into her cold leather seat as he jogged through the open gate and into Renâs pristine courtyard.
âNo, we will not see each other again, Mr. Corinth.â She rocked her head back and closed her eyes. âThat would be very dangerous for me.â