Eternal Night

Her Submission Series

Book 1
B.A. Rhea

Embrace your darkest desires.

Alesia Benoit, a single, twenty-three-year-old bookstore owner living in Murphy, North Carolina, dreams of finding her one true love, but considers it an impossible feat considering her unique desires.

When Alesia reluctantly agrees to attend the Eternal Night Masquerade Ball at the famous Dubois mansion with her best friend Ema Jones, she encounters Sebastien Dubois, a handsome, smart, and successful man. Alesia discovers she wants to be with him more than she can imagine, despite his dominant behavior.

Sebastien is attracted to Aleisa's beauty and rebellious nature. When he admits to Alesia that he's going to enjoy taming her in a dark and twisted manner, Alesia is thrilled that she is going to explore her darkest desires with him.

What she does not know is Sebastien has a secret. When he finds out about Alesia's research into his life, Sebastien must reveal his secret to Alesia sooner than he planned. Will she accept him? Will she vow to protect him at any cost? Is she ready to embrace the world of dominance and the unbelievable? 

This book is intended for mature audiences.

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About the author

B. A. Rhea loves to create chaos in her character world by putting them into unique situations to see how they will overcome the obstacles. When she’s not writing she can be found binge watching cooking and zombie shows, playing video games, and reading her Kindle on the front porch while drinking coffee.

She lives in Western North Carolina with her boyfriend, two dogs, and one feisty cat.
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Publisher
B.A. Rhea
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Published on
Feb 16, 2017
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Pages
327
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ISBN
9781535601924
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Language
English
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Genres
Fiction / Fantasy / Paranormal
Fiction / Romance / Erotica
Fiction / Romance / Paranormal / General
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The Temple of Elwyn housed the coldest, dankest cells I ever had the misfortune of spending time in. A few other chambers at least afforded the luxury of a torch and a bedroll, but the guards had spared me no such kindness. This wasn't the first time I'd found myself shackled to a wall, but it had never been under the pretense of murder. Generally the public prison was found suitable enough for felons of the great city of Anastas. But according to the Elwyn clerics, only the best guarded dungeon would do for a Whisper like me.

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