The Masquerader's Balls

Dara and Zoe attend a Halloween masquerade party when a few masked men entertain them underneath the bleachers. Written by New York Times, USA TODAY and #1 Erotica bestseller, Marata Eros.

Excerpt:

"Shouldn't you be serving me?" Pirate asked, eying her costume as he put a hand on the small of her back and led her off to a dim corner - Zoe in tow.

Dara smiled, this was getting interesting.

As she entered the gloom, Dara noticed there were two more men dressed in costumes; their conversation obscured by the music which blared from the speakers above where they stood.

She and Zoe came to stand in front of the pair, one a grim reaper, with an onyx mask covered in glittering jewels, glowing lavender from the black lights, his scythe in hand.

His companion wore a lion's tamer outfit, his black leather mask showcasing eyes like pools of ink.

Dara took a shaky breath, they looked pretty intimidating in this corner of the dark.

Her eyes kept straying to the scythe. Finally, she could stand it no more and asked, "That's not a real scythe?" For one, the shape was all wrong.

Reaper cupped a hand around his ear and she leaned forward to ask again when his hand snaked out and grabbed her upper arm, jerking her forward and against him.

Dara let out a gasp as he leaned in close, his warm breath whispering against her temple, "It's to spear your XXXXX... as many times as I want...."

Novelette-length. App. 50 paperback pages.