Dark Romance Trilogy Chock-full of Plot Twists & Suspense

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Plot twists. Sex slaves. And one ultra-obsessive hero. Here’s a captive romance trilogy that’s all yours to binge!

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Excerpt from Caging Liberty

 

“Finally!” a man exclaims, a friendly edge to his tone. 

The black sacks are ripped off our heads, and we’re met with a tanned, smiling man rocking on his heels. His soft blond hair is combed through with natural highlights you’d imagine a surfer having, and his casual beach attire adds to the look. 

“I’ve been anxious to meet the three of you.” He looks between us with a kind smile on his face that gives the weird impression that this is all some kind of misunderstanding. I half question if I’ve got this wrong. 

I glance at Anna and Naomi, but neither take their eyes off the smiling man. 

“Welcome to Paradise Manor.” He extends his hands in a welcoming gesture, and my gaze travels the room. It’s a sitting room. There’s just a couch, a few chairs, and a fireplace with a bookshelf on either side of it, filled with thick books having spines that don’t appear to have ever been cracked. 

A curtain covers the window, but it’s sheer enough for me to make out green. Lots of it. 

“Please, have a seat.” He nods toward the couch. 

“What the fuck do you want from us?” Naomi asks, her tough girl act at its finest. I mentally compliment her for it. 

Anna shrinks beside her, and none of us move toward the couch. 

The man’s smile slowly sinks into a frown, and he sighs. He locks eyes with Naomi. “I expected nothing but directness from you, Naomi. You don’t disappoint.” 

Naomi stiffens. “How do you know my name?” 

One side of his lips twitch, like he’s suppressing a smirk. “Please.” He gestures toward the couch. “Sit. I’ll explain everything.”

Naomi and I exchange a look before trudging to the couch behind Anna. We sit, then the man pulls a chair close to us and casually plops down. I glance over at the two men who brought us here, both now guarding the door. 

“Don’t mind them,” the tan guy says, drawing my attention back to him. He smiles warmly. “Julio and Brantley are only here to ensure that no one gets scared off.”

“How do you know my name?” Naomi asks again, pointedly this time. 

His eyes move back to her, and I catch the first hint of steel in them. Naomi must catch it too because the air in the room shifts and the leather couch squeaks as she sinks deeper into the cushions. 

“Right, sorry. I know who you are, Naomi, because you told me. We’ve known each other for a while, actually. Which is how I know that under that brave exterior of yours is a scared, young woman. And I want to assure you, you’re safe. So is your son, Theo.” 

I look at Naomi just as her eyes widen to saucers, the frost in her irises melting. Deep, suffocating, maternal dread drains her face, and I quickly look back at the man. 

He turns to Anna and holds up his hand. “Before you worry, Anna, Sean is safe too. In fact, I believe he’s at his first basketball game right now. If you’d like, I could have someone take a video for you. I know you’ve been wanting to see him play.”

“What?” Anna’s lip trembles. “How?”

Her face is twisted with confusion, but I see the moment something clicks into place. “Sawyer?”

He grins to confirm his identity, and it only makes me more confused. 

“Pleasure to finally meet you, Anna.” 

“You son of a bitch,” Naomi growls, jumping to her feet. 

He leisurely drapes one muscular leg over the other and looks at her with a sort of amused curiosity. “Sit down, Naomi.” 

“Don’t you fucking dare touch my son!” 

“I already told you, he’s safe. Safer than he was before you came here. He’s being relocated to a different foster home as we speak, and this one doesn’t keep locks on the fridge. He has a large trust written in his name that he’ll get when he’s eighteen, and no one will ever lay a finger on him again, all thanks to you. You’re giving him far more by being here than you were when you were sticking needles in your arm, feeling sorry for yourself. So sit. Please.” 

“What do you want?” she rasps out, tears filling her eyes. 

The man, Sawyer, sighs and stares her down until she defeatedly collapses onto the couch. 

“I want the same thing you want.” His voice is deceptively soothing. “I want you to be a good mother. I want you to be clean. And happy. And I can help with all of those things.” 

“I already got clean,” she says, her voice holding a sad desperation. 

Sawyer’s face pinches skeptically. “After all the times you’ve thrown away your sobriety in the past, do you really think this time will stick? You need help, Naomi. There’s no shame in that.” 

A tear slides down Naomi’s cheek, and I get the urge to shake her. Five minutes with this guy, and she’s already breaking down. 

Who is he?

She closes her eyes. 

“You told me it’s what you needed, Naomi. Remember? Please let me help you.”

“What about me?” Anna asks, drawing my eyes to her. She sits on the edge of the couch, leaning toward Sawyer with a glimmer of hope in her eyes I don’t like. 

“Yes, babygirl. I want to help you too.” 

“That’s why we’re here?” She pauses a moment, and I can see her chest inflating with her optimistic energy. “You’re not going to hurt us?” 

She lets out a relieved laugh, shifting to look at us like she’s expecting the same reaction.

Sawyer frowns. “Of course not. You know I could never hurt you.” 

Another relieved laugh leaves her lips before her hands fly up to cover her mouth, her eyes shining with grateful tears. 

Her gaze roams the room. “Is this the place you told me about?”

“Yes, it is. You’ll like it, I promise.” He turns back to Naomi who doesn’t look at all relieved. If anything, she looks even more terrified. “And you will too, Naomi. If you decide after a few weeks that you want to go home, we can talk about it. Just give this a chance, please. Not just for me. I know you want to do the right thing for Theo too, and for now, the right thing is you being here.”

She doesn’t respond. She doesn’t even look at him. Her eyes stare vacantly into her lap while tears drip. 

“What is he talking about?” I ask, my gaze pointed at Naomi. “What is this place?”

“I don’t know,” she whispers, defeated. 

I turn to Sawyer, but he’s looking at the guards, motioning toward us with a slight nod. As I stare at him, I get a distant sense of familiarity, but I can’t place him. I can’t say for sure it isn’t in my foggy head after hearing the other two women say they know him. 

The guards come over, and Sawyer smiles at Anna. “Ladies, it has been a pleasure to meet you, and I look forward to catching up later, but for now, Julio is going to show you to your rooms.”

I stand, anxious to be alone with the women again so I can ask them all of the questions making my head spin. 

“Not you, Liberty,” Sawyer says, gesturing for me to sit down. 

The tattooed guy, Julio, takes Anna’s arm and leads her away with Naomi following. I watch them go before hesitantly sitting back down. 

“Cut the bullshit.” I narrow my eyes at him. “It won’t work on me.” 

He flashes me his teeth in what appears to be his first sincere expression of the day, his plastered-on kind face dissolving like sugar in boiling water. It has a sinister hue to it that matches his eyes. 

I lean back into the cushions as I glance at the other man, Brantley, who’s now guarding the door alone. 

“I figured as much.” He lets his eyes land on me, my skin crawling as he sizes me up. “I fully anticipate you being somewhat of a challenge. I prefer single moms with shit to lose, yet no one but the kiddos to miss them.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He sighs impatiently and rubs a hand over his forehead as if he’s annoyed to give me any more of his time. 

“All right,” he says, dropping his hand. “For the sake of preserving both our time and energy, I’ll keep it simple.”

I sit up straight and brace for whatever he’s about to tell me. 

“Right now, you’re on a private island thousands of miles from home. The occupants of this island pay a hefty fee to live here and carry out their lives with the utmost discretion, and with that discretion, they’re allowed certain freedoms men on other shores aren’t. Such as owning sex slaves.” 

My heart stops at his last words. My chest starts to ache, and by the time I realize I’ve stopped breathing, I can’t even remember how my lungs work. 

“I know,” he says, slowly nodding as if he can read my mind. “That’s a tough pill to swallow. But I have really good news for you, Liberty. You’re one of the lucky ones. Someone has requested that you specifically remain a manor whore. Typically, women here are sold within months, and some of the private owners have disgustingly dark tastes. If I’m being honest, some of the shit these guys are into makes me squeamish.” He makes a face, but I can tell he’s just poking fun at the situation. And I don’t care. My pride doesn’t even exist right now. 

But my self-preservation does. 

I dart my eyes toward the door, and before I can think of a better plan, I leap toward it. Brantley blocks the way, not looking at all concerned, and he must’ve expected me to back down because his eyes widen in shock when I swing my leg up and kick his bathing suit parts as hard as I can. 

When he gasps and falls to the floor, I hurry around him, not looking back until I make it down the hall, relieved when I don’t see Sawyer. He wasn’t exaggerating when he called this place a manor… It feels like it takes forever for me to find my way out of the monstrosity. 

I catch the eyes of two different men as I sprint past them. I expect to hear boots stomping after me, yells, maybe even an alarm, but only my heavy breathing fills my ears. 

I know something’s wrong when I make it outside and race down the path I took blind. I look over my shoulder, panic fueling me, and I cry in relief when I see no one following me. No one yells for me to stop. 

I press on, and when I spot a gate, a dock, and vast ocean beyond it, I pick up my pace. My eyes dart around, and I lock eyes with a guy standing at the fence line. He covers an earpiece, his mouth moving. 

Along a sidewalk on the opposite side of the gate, a man and woman walk at a brisk pace. 

“Help!” I scream, pumping my legs harder. “Help me!” 

The couple pauses and looks my way before I dart my eyes between them and the man with the earpiece. “Please help!” 

I crash into the gate, then quickly pull myself up the metal bars and haul myself over. I drop at the feet of the couple then grab onto the man’s arm. His eyes widen, and he rears back with surprise. 

“I’ve been kidnapped,” I pant out, sucking in long breaths. “Please, I’m not supposed to be here. I need to call my husband. His name is Robert Gaumond, he’s the owner of Holdings Manufacturing. He…”

My eyes catch the woman’s neck, and my throat closes up. I let go of the man’s arm and take a step back, my eyes trailing from the loop on the black collar to the leash handle secured in the man’s hand. 

I lift my eyes to look at the woman’s face, but she stares straight at the ground. 

“You must be fresh,” the man snickers, my gaze zipping back to him. Sawyer’s eyes held a touch of sinisterness, but this man’s eyes are all violence. All pain. All evil pleasure. 

I take another step back and bump into the fence. The man laughs. 

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“She doesn’t have one yet.” 

I jump at the sound of Sawyer’s voice and spin to face him through the gate. His mouth spreads into a smile when our eyes meet. 

“I’m thinking it should be something pretty, though. And full of spirit.”

“Hmm,” the man ponders. “Maybe a plant name.” 

“Clover,” Sawyer suggests. 

“Ivy.” 

“Ooh, I like that.” Sawyer winks at me, then signals to the earpiece guy. The gate opens, and I’m finally zapped from my paralyzed state. I jump away from the gate, but the man easily grabs me and pins me against his chest. 

“Really, Ivy?” Sawyer asks, one eyebrow raised. “You’re going to run again? You’re not a quick learner, are you?”

“Let me go!” I sneer, jerking in the man’s grasp. 

Sawyer steps up to me and roughly takes my chin. “Okay, Ivy. I’m going to spell this out for you one more time, so pay attention. This is a private island. Every person on it is fully aware of the sex slave situation. We can play the cat and mouse game if you want, but eventually, it’s going to get old to me, and you’re going to wind up running into someone much meaner than Mr. J. here. And while you are a manor whore, I’m not opposed to allowing sleepovers, so…” He lowers his eyes to my lips and loosens his grip on my chin. “Can we go back inside now so I can give you the rest of the tour? I’m sure your friends are anxious to see you.” 

As I stare into Sawyer’s deceptively easygoing, blue eyes, I feel a sense of defeat wash over me that makes every cell in my body heavier. I stand on concrete but feel as if I’m sinking into the earth. 

I’m not going home. Not now, maybe not ever. If I don’t find a way off this island, I’m going to live out my days as a whore, and I don’t even know what all that entails.   

“Why me?” I ask, my voice breaking along with my hope. It’s pathetic, but part of me hopes he has soothing reassurances for me, just like he did for the other women. I wouldn’t believe him, but maybe he could say something that would soften the blow. Or at least explain why and how I ended up here. 

He pushes my hair back behind my ear, and I cringe. 

“Why not you?” He leans in and takes a deep inhale through his nose nuzzled in my hair. “My little Manhattan peasant.” 

★★★★★ “What in the dark romance is going on here?” Review of Caging Liberty

 

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Featuring a woman held captive on a private trafficking island and the man who helped build it, Liberating Deceit is the complete dark romance trilogy loaded with plot twists and suspense. In it, you can expect themes like: 

🔒 Captivity 
💪 Strong Heroine 
😈 Obsessive Hero 
👀 He Only Has Eyes for Her 
🧩 Twists and Turns 
🗣️ First Person Present Tense POV 

★★★★★ “I’ve been reading dark romance for a number of years now. I’ve read sex slaves. I’ve read private islands. I’ve read about cages and dancing. I have NEVER read anything like this!” - Review for Caging Liberty

BOOKS INCLUDED IN THE BUNDLE:
1. Caging Liberty
2. Taming Liberty
3. Claiming Liberty