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Sandra has a new job in a new city and she’s trying to find her footing and escape her past. When her friend calls her in for help with some deliveries she thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to make some extra money. She doesn’t expect that she’ll be walking into a new adventure with three masked men who will sweep her off her feet and make her forget her old life. Midnight Embers is one of the hottest bands around. The masked singers of the group are known for their exploits with the people who flock to their concerts. Desperate to get a taste of their darkness and to learn more about the men behind the masks. King, Demon, and Lover value their privacy and secrets. Secrets that the world isn't ready to know about, like the fact that they’re not human and never have been. When Sandra stumbles onto the shoot of their latest video, she has no idea that it will change her life. That she’ll belong to them in a way that she never thought possible. She’ll be their girl, their plaything, their toy. Giving them just what they need while remembering what it means to be wanted and desired. But what happens when the mask is ripped off and her past comes calling? Will Sandra still belong to the band or will she just be another groupie, tossed to the side after the fun is over.

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his c*ck sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.