We All Have Something We’re Afraid Of…

Mmmm… You have you admit you are. Whether it’s the dark or the boogeyman, you know you do. When I pen sexy pieces, I don’t just infuse sex – I want you afraid at times and questioning all things around you including the dark. A new piece is a trilogy and will terrify you, reminding you there might just be things out there you don’t know exist.

I’m participating in a sexy blog hop with Naughty Nights Press for their one year anniversary and I can’t be prouder being a part of the family. They have been wonderful to work with and I will hopefully continue to bring you lots of sexy books for years to come. Don’t forget to stop by and see all the talented folks celebrating with the family.

Don’t forget to comment all three days telling me some sexy, kinky things as I am giving out THREE hot books…



In the conservative southern town of Charlestown South Carolina no one knew what was hiding in plain sight. Bad Things was not only a highly kinky sexuality training facility catering to the upper echelon of bible thumping politicians but was run by a woman most would consider to be a monster. Anastasia Lucard was a tough taskmaster in business and in pleasure. A well-respected Dominatrix she indulged in the practice of owning two slaves who catered to her erotic prowess as well as those of her clientele. She was also a very powerful and dangerous Were-Tiger poised to take over her family’s legacy.

Healing Souls was a well-respected religious group run by a savvy man who had his sights set on the Whitehouse. Determined to rid the city of vermin such as Bad Things, Christian Sowers made no bones about the fact he was going to destroy Anastasia and all she stood for but he held secrets close to his heart. Unfortunately he underestimated her Pride and their need to keep humans in check. What no one knew was that an ancient group — believed to be direct descendants of the Devil were ready to take back their rightful claim and control of the city no matter the cost of human lives. As a series of horrendous mutilations put the city on notice of the evil swirling around them only Anastasia could stop the slaughters. Unfortunately a series of lies and deceit brought the two factions together in a way that could destroy all they knew. As a mystery slowly began to unfold more lives were lost and Anastasia was forced to face a dark horror kept from her for years.


I will hunt you down and finish what I started and this time you will die.

Anastasia Lucard’s breath caught as she stood glaring at the elevator, her hands shaking. This was the second time in as many days she’d heard the words. But had she really heard them? Turning her head slowly, she scanned the almost empty foyer of the steel office building as a trickle of fear raced down her back. It wasn’t like her at all to be terrified of ghosts but this one was back with a vengeance and ready to take her on until she and her kind were forced into oblivion.

She inched toward the bank of elevators and could swear she heard a dark chuckle from behind her. As she emitted a low growl she could feel her beast rise to the surface. Now wasn’t the time to lose control with several clients still in the upper chambers. Still, she was tired of being followed and being taunted. Her heels clipping on the marble floor she strode toward the elevator, slapping her hand on the up button. She tried to put the pieces together and had a distinct feeling she knew why this was happening now, but she was more than weary of fighting her nightmares and the damning visions, which seemed to haunt her every day. This was no way to live. Out of the corner of her eye a lone figure grabbed her attention. Anastasia stole a glance and had to admire the sexy man who gave her a smile and a silent nod before heading out into the darkened night. Recognition set in that she’d seen him before. “Tall, tanned and handsome” must work in the building. Then again, there were several tenants, though none nearly as stunning. Why did seeing him unnerve her?

Come on. Hurry the hell up. Willing the elevator wasn’t going to do the trick. She contemplated using the stairs but refused to allow irrational fears to overwhelm her. After all, she was a creature of the night. Chuckling, she heard the ping of the elevator and for a moment could envision the sensuous creature at her beck and call. Her lurid thoughts of fucking him hard gave her a shiver.

Stepping inside the steel box she eased against the back wall, the cool comfort of the wood paneling allowing her to exhale. Unfortunately she knew she was going have to face her ugly demons soon enough but she was terrified of the end. Swallowing hard, Anastasia brushed her hands through her damp hair and stepped off the elevator into the quiet of no activity. Her firm took up the entire floor and the unassuming entrance indicated nothing provocative went on behind the closed doors. Bad Things hid in plain sight.

Oh what the good people of Charleston, South Carolina didn’t know wouldn’t drag them into the fiery pits of hell. Right? Licking her lips she pulled out her keys and was determined to finish out the night with a smile on her face –— even if it killed her. Entering the facility, she could hear the soft strains of Spanish guitar coming from the speaker system located in the main salon. Anastasia tossed her things into her office and thought about the guest list for the evening. Senator Pyle was among the top of the who’s who of the rich and famous venturing through her hallowed doors. Usually she maintained a low profile but given the recent turn of events with some veiled threats, she knew it was a good idea to make sure the powerful politician was aware that she controlled his destiny. Whether or not he liked the fact simply didn’t enter into the equation.

Fluffing her hair, she tugged down her zipper exposing more of her breasts and headed for the man’s favorite room, the dungeon. As she checked her watch she knew he was probably just finished being flogged. And who was the Senator’s choice of employees to flog and fuck him? Kristoff Chenault, her personal man slave and current lover. He was also a member of the Pride but that was another nasty little secret the town didn’t
know. How could they ever sleep at night if they realized an entire Pride of Were-Tigers lived in town and some were more than ready to snack on humans?

Anastasia opened the door and smiled. Eyeing Kristoff with the whip in his hand gave her pause. She loved the way the man wielded a long, leather strap. Then again, she loved almost everything about him.

Crack! Pop!

“Oooohhhh! Yyyyeeessss… God… oh God.” The overweight man was shackled to the “X” cross, his back and legs marked with red and purple welts. Panting, his scattered moans were doing nothing but fueling Kristoff.

Slap! Whoosh! Crack!

“I see he’s been a very bad boy tonight,” Anastasia cooed as she folded her arms and flanked Kristoff’s side. The rough-hewn blond was formidable, alluded sexuality and was one of her most sought after employees. For some reason men and women alike craved being flogged and used by the hulking man. Perhaps it was his brawn or simply his thick cock. Inhaling the aroma of both men she smiled. “Senator Pyle, I’m sure you’ve now paid your debt and realized the error of your mischievous ways?”

“You have no idea,” Kristoff stated as he cracked the whip across the floor.

Senator Pyle shivered and sucked in his breath. “I…oh Mistress, I so needed this.” His voice ragged, the sound of his chains scraping against the buckles of the cross mixed with the crackle of the leather and the effect was enough to force a bubble of saliva from his mouth.

“Yes, I can see you do.” Anastasia rubbed her hand down the length of the man’s spine and cooed. Slipping her finger down the crack of his large ass she winked at Kristoff. “I think he’s had enough and ready for what only you can give him.” Easing her finger just inside Senator Pyle’s dark hole, she wiggled the long digit back and forth. Taking her other hand she slipped it between his legs and cupped his already hard cock, stroking up and down. It was her way of reminding him not only why he’d come to Bad Things in the first place but also that she had his career, his future and his balls in the palm of her hand. “Yes, he’s more than ready.”

“Oooohhhh…” the Senator grunted as he clenched his eyes shut. Beads of perspiration trickled down the side of his reddened face.





What did you think? A little terrifying, eh? Now the truth is evil comes in many packages. In my other latest release – this time the monsters come from our tortured past and how it influences are very lives. Please take a taste of one of the pieces I am most proud of…



Shane Whitlow owns one of the best advertising firms in town. Dazzle, Inc. is savvy, on fire and includes the wealthiest customers in the business. His competition fears his ruthless tactics and some say the man will go to go to hell. Jade Chen and Lisa Lin are his best employees and at odds with each other for the position of Vice President. Both would do almost anything Shane asked, even if it means slipping into his bed. Enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, Shane indulges in both women on a regular basis even bringing them together for wild weekends of unbridled sex – the only relationship he can handle. Haunted by a tortured past, he’s incapable of love.

Unfortunately for one girl, her boss’ brutal business tactics become too much when she’s required to help destroy Dazzle’s only competition. Sickened, she begins a scheme of her own, uncovering a sordid past. As her own dark needs drives her into the arms and bed of another man, the completion makes an offer she can’t refuse. As the plan envelopes, embroiling the unlikely ménage in a twist of fate, Shane, Jade and Lisa are forced to make choices none of them can understand. Unfortunately the past tragedies resurface, threatening their very souls. Faced with his brutal demons, Shane realizes the error of his ways but it is too late to change or will he lose the one woman he’s learned to love?

EXCERPT – unedited


“You will learn from me as you would any Master and yet I will forever me the man who owns you. I will train you as you need to be trained and in turn you will become my slave.”

Shane snarled as he glared at the man, the monster who’d tortured him for months. Rage boiled within him to the point he no longer cared what happened. Grinning, he spit hot bile across the man’s face as was delighted to see a shocked expression.

Simply wiping his cheek, the Master lifted his head. Snatching Shane’s cock and balls, he twisted them until Shane screamed in agony.

“Aaaahhh!” Blinding anguish coursed through his body.

The Master closed the distance until his face was merely two inches away from Shane’s. “I will forgive your impetuous infractions this one time as you have suffered a loss. Your friend was a traitor and received what he deserved. No matter. Today you will become mine.” Nodding to the two guards waiting in the shadows, he instructed in his native tongue as he folded his arms.

Terrified, Shane refused to allow the man to see just how much. As he was jerked to the steel table and forced onto his back, he struggled but knew it was no use. The feel of the cold metal against his sweat-laden skin gave him a series of shivers. He clenched his fists as both wrists were manacled and thumped his head against the table.

The Master said nothing as Shane was chained to the method of torture. He glided toward a small cabinet and opened both doors slowly. Selecting an instrument, he turned slowly and held the ancient piece out in front of him. Nodding in reverence, he mumbled in Chinese before moving toward Shane.

Out of the corner of his eye Shane could see the weapon and couldn’t help the small gasp of anguish that flowed from his mouth. As the two guards lifted and secured his legs he was left completely immobilized. A rush of panic washed through his system and as he watched the man, his Master heating the sharpened point he sucked in his breath.

“You fought bravely and well and yet you’re the weaker again. We’ll make you strong, boy. Eventually.” The Master continued his practiced chat in a low timbre as he slowly walked toward the open fire. Placing the entire length of the blade into the flames, he lowered his head.

It wasn’t so much the thought of the horrors that would be inflicted on him but the crackling sound he always remembered in his nightmares. As he watched his Master near, he arched his back, straining to meet and accept his punishment.

The Master stood in front of his, holding the blade as he nodded, every movement clearly defined by the ancient teachings. Saying a few additional words, he lifted the blade.

As the heated steel sliced through his skin, Shane was brought to the perfect dichotomy of anguish and ecstasy and knew this was his place in the world.

Shane Whitlow took a deep breath and as he exhaled slowly he lifted his right leg, twirling the nunchaku over his head. The feel of the cool loquat wood in his hands was more than just invigorating. His cock ached as he practiced his daily routine, craving more than just sex. This was nothing new. He hungered for something almost brutal every day yet the discipline kept him in check. In truth the daily routine kept him sane. The sound of the kusari connecting against the tips of the chucks gave him a smile. Naked, he moved toward forward and backward in a stealth like fashion as his master had taught him over a decade before. A brutal taskmaster, the man was an artist when it came to killing and training. Shane’s practiced dance remained silent except for the whooshing sound the weapon made in the air.

Stealing a glance at his reflection in the mirror, he emitted a single hiss. Strategically placed over the stone fireplace, the massive piece allowed him to scrutinize every movement, perfecting and honing his skills. He nodded toward his reflection and emitted a single smile. Masayuki was glowing from the glimmer of sunlight flowing through the window. He studied his dragon tattoo, covering the entire length of his chest, and paid homage to the creature living in his nightmares. The name of a powerful teacher and warrior seemed befitting the being that would forever remain with him.

Turning in a full circle, he held the nunchucks high over his head before he brought them down with a harsh snap. As he crossed his leg and placed his foot on top of his knee he held the stance, counting to a full minute as he locked eyes with the haunted man staring back at him. This was the only freeing moment of his day and one so revered he took his powerful weapons with him wherever he went. Inhaling deeply, the scent of burning incense filled his nostrils and his soul with reminders of days gone by.

Shane shifted his stance and closed his eyes, envisioning the moment of his capture and of his freedom. Somehow he could still hear the rattle of his chains as he was led to and from his cage daily. He twirled the instrument high over his head as the memories turned into vivid visions. It was always taught to him that forever and beyond was measured by our place in the past. Shane’s place was one of control and one of being controlled. He was proud of what he’d learned from his Master and the man who’d become his lover. And his torturer.

Hearing a rustling noise, Shane turned slowly and nodded as Jade stepped into the room. While she almost never bothered him during his morning routine he could see her look of admiration and curiosity. Smiling, he nodded as he lowered the nunchucks. There was something beautiful and haunting about Jade Chen and the way the scarlet silk sheet was draped around her was strikingly powerful.

“I’m sorry to disturb you. I woke and didn’t realize how late it was,” Jade said as she turned to go.

“Please. I’m almost done. Come.” Beckoning her with a single finger, he allowed his lust filled gaze to glide down the length of her body and back up. With the simple turn of his head he could tell she knew exactly what he was saying – what he was requiring.

Her eyes opening wide, she lowered her head before allowing the sheet to slip down from her body.

The whooshing sound of the crisp sheet floating to the floor gave him more than just a smile. His cock swelled from the thought of ravaging her body again. Shane never grew tired of her feminine scent or her taste. Narrowing his eyes, he stretched and swung the chucks one more time as she advanced before placing them carefully on the mantle. There was no doubt she was terrified of the methods of combat. She’d known her share of horrible men in her past and one in particular had left a scar from his vicious use of them on her body.

The fact was something that would forever remain in the back of Shane’s mind. His strict discipline had given him more control than most. “I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.” A slight smile crossed her face as she pushed her long, midnight locks behind her shoulders. “Insatiable in fact.”

“You didn’t seem to mind last night or the night before.” Jade remained a constant in his bed and in his life and while they weren’t exclusive, he savored their moments of passion, especially when shared with another.





Did I tell you horror comes in many packages? I hope you enjoyed and I’ll be bringing you more this weekend. The sexy link for the blog hop is at the bottom so remember to sneak a peek.

Kisses   xxx



About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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5 Responses to We All Have Something We’re Afraid Of…

  1. I’m getting ready to read Bad Things Hunger and I can’t wait! Hopefully this weekend. 🙂


  2. You know I love your books. I’ve got Bad Things on my reading pile and then the rest. I can’t wait to read them all.


  3. Shadow says:

    Wow! You have a lot of great sounding books!! Very eye catching! Thank you for sharing and for the awesome giveaway! And thanks for the fun hop! 🙂


  4. BookAttict says:

    Thanks for the amazing excerpts & giveaway!

    elizabeth @ bookattict . com


  5. Lisa says:

    Enjoyed the excerpts! 😀



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