About this book
The safeword is Sangria.
Phil only came to the horror movie night because Iris invited him. Not because he likes horror movies — because he likes her. The eyeliner. The tattoos. The way she walks through a room like she owns everyone in it and hasn't decided whether to keep them yet.
When nobody else shows up, it's just the two of them: three films, a pitcher of sangria, and a couch that gets warmer by the hour. Then she bites his neck. With real fangs. And the night takes a turn that no horror movie could have prepared him for.
Iris is dominant, demanding, and devastating in a corset. She gives orders. She draws blood. She does not let people get close — especially not sweet, nervous men who show up to her door and look at her like she hung the moon in a black sky.
But Phil isn't asking to be let in.
He's asking to kneel.
Black Iris, Red Mouth is a steamy, explicit standalone with a goth queen, a willing subject, vampire fangs that leave marks, and the kind of October night that changes everything. Contains mature content and light power exchange. Not for the faint of heart — or the faint of throat.
