Enter the Black Oak
Black Oak Series Book 1 by Monique Edenwood Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense
Falling for a man like Jackson Wilder was not something I had planned.
He was wild, experienced and savagely beautiful. He was also damaged and dangerous. Our love was a cosmic collision of lust and obsession that left me scorched by exquisite flames of desire and domination.
Jack possessed me. He educated me. Loving him was the greatest pleasure I'd ever known... up until the moment I discovered the dark secrets he had been hiding.
I could never have imagined that pulling myself out of the agony of betrayal would lead me to reconnect with a former friend, Cameron O'Neill, scion of one of Manhattan's wealthiest and most powerful dynasties, and sworn enemy of Jack.
Cameron's craving for me was acute. The relentless force of his devastating masculine beauty and his powerful, controlled virility was dizzying. Desire colored his fierce gaze. I knew it was wrong. Jack would never allow it. I had to do everything within my power to resist him, even when he pulled me down the rabbit hole where I uncovered dark truths about Manhattan's most secret society that led me to the brink of madness...
Enter The Black Oak is a thrilling romantic suspense set in Manhattan's high society and the first novel in the Black Oak series by author Monique Edenwood.
Enter The Black Oak will take you on a dangerous journey through lust, desire, betrayal and obsession that will leave you breathless by the end and desperate for more.
Please note that Enter The Black Oak features a love triangle between the heroine and two men who are sworn enemies. The early stages of the novel explore the multi-dimensional complexities of infidelity. It features a strong female lead who is initially thrown off balance by the discovery of her partner's infidelity and who regains her strength and power as the novel progresses. The infidelity is a catalyst for the rediscovery of an old friend. The novel features two alpha males, one quite dominant, and is an homage to radical female strength and stunning masculine beauty. If depictions of powerful, beautiful, dominant but damaged men are not your thing, this may not be for you!
Without uttering a word, Jack is upon me, his hard muscles pressed against the soft semi-bare skin of my back. He towers over my barefoot frame, his forceful arms dominating me effortlessly. One arm snakes around my waist, forcing me against him, as he dips his head to kiss the left side of my neck, loudly breathing in the scent of my freshly washed and oiled skin and lemon-scented locks. His damp hair strokes my face and a hint of day-old stubble rubs against my flushing cheek.
Fingers grasp my wrist, forcing my knife-bearing hand onto the counter as his lips find my left ear. “Let go.” His voice is a rough rasp, his breath heavy on my skin.
Instinctively I do as I’m told. “Jack, we don’t have time. I need to—”
He doesn’t let me finish, instead twisting his right hand around my damp hair and pulling it hard, yanking my head back and exposing my neck which he devours with his tongue and teeth and lips like a ravenous animal.
“Jack, please…” My voice is little more than a whimper, laced with fear and hesitation. As hot as Jack is, I still feel so damn uneasy when he touches me—remnants of the hurt I feel over him touching those other women. I think back to the conversation we had today and know that I have to try to relax and trust him when he runs his hands over my body.
He lets out a groan on hearing my feeble protest and uses his left hand to infiltrate the top of my delicate dress, pulling it down roughly to expose my round breasts, still oily from a liberal application of post-shower coconut oil. A rough gasp emanates from his throat as he palpates and toys with my soft teats that respond to his fingers by contracting into hard points.
“Jack, we don’t have time…”
My hesitant protest goes unacknowledged and I pull my left hand up to his dominant, invading arm and grab it instinctively to try and pull it away. In response, without uttering a word, he grabs my arm and forces it behind my back, using his right hand to hold it in place before resuming his exploration of my body as the prod of his erection against my buttocks signals his ferocious arousal. My skimpy dress is clearly no protection against Jack’s determined body and I whimper, in awe at his indecent masculinity and still thoroughly pissed at how uncharacteristically timid I now become whenever he breaches my defenses. Ever since discovery day, there’s a part of me that feels like a virgin who’s being explored for the first time when he probes my quivering body, and Jack—a man who always had a more than healthy sex drive—seems more turned on and determined to have me than ever.
I hardly have time to think about the shift in the balance of power between us before he uses my hair to pull my head back, slides his lips next to my ear and in a voice filled with desire and menace whispers, “I warned you to be careful what you wear around me, angel. Remember?”
The ferocious yearning emanating from him overwhelms me and I let out a quiet moan as tingling pleasure caresses my core, setting my sex to blissful attention. “Jack,” I whimper.
A hoarse groan leaves his throat as he kisses my neck, pulling my dress down so that both straps are now off my shoulders, leaving my natural breasts fully exposed. I struggle against him for a second as he brushes his fingers over my hard nipples, pushing his crotch hard against me, forcing me to acknowledge the threat of his ambitious erection.
“Baby, be very careful,” he threatens, his lips pressed against my neck so closely that I can feel his breath. A hand lifts the hem of my dress, gliding skillfully up my slender, oily thighs, exposing the curves of my butt. He slides his hand over my abdomen and between my legs, gently exploring my smooth, hairless pubis, holding me firmly in position as he looks down at my half-naked body.
“Mmm, don’t fight too hard, Jessynia. You know what can happen to me—and to you—when you try to resist me,” he whispers as his hand ventures between my legs, gently and expertly opening up the soft pink folds of my sex, which is juicy and warm and clearly waiting to be penetrated by the god behind me. Jack pants and pushes his erection against my buttocks as his fingers delve into the sweet, glossy syrup. “Oh, baby, that’s what I’ve been waiting for.”
He spreads my legs apart slightly with his feet, groaning as he penetrates my tight sex with his finger to prepare it for the pleasure of his entry. After gently sliding his finger into and out of the soft wet tunnel, gradually opening it up to ready it for his entry, he glides his finger up to my clit and makes circles around it using my own wetness, tenderly caressing, pressing and teasing it until I pant with aching pleasure.
He looks down at the side of my face and holds me tightly against him as I whimper. “That’s it, beautiful. I want to hear you scream.”
My nipples turn hard and a dewy mist of perspiration forms on my skin as Jack awakens the nerve-endings of my sex. After teasing the sweet spot for several minutes, he takes a step back and I feel him unzip his pants, keeping them on, but taking out his thick erection. His magnificent and unrelenting male form hovers assertively over my fragile half-naked female body as he positions his hard manhood between my legs, using it to tease the entrance to my body.
“I want to fuck you, angel. Hard. If you need me to stop, you have to tell me right now,” he says, his mouth near my ear.
My previously sassy, vocal participation in love-making was shocked out of me two months ago and I remain lamentably mute.
“I want an answer. If you need me to stop, I will.”
“Don’t stop,” I respond after a moment.
“Are you sure?”
“Good girl,” he breathes.
Black Oak Burning Black Oak Series Book 2
Cameron’s relentless craving for me never seemed to end, even when it seemed that he may end up claiming his victory over Jack.
The irresistible odyssey into his dark dreams of domination thrilled me to my very core, breaking some of the chains holding me to Jack and setting my soul on fire with the fervor of relentless lust and unspeakable threats of ecstasy.
The incessant magnetic pull of his hard, capable body and the yearning in his determined eyes overpowered all attempts at reason. And he knew it acutely.
Just as it seemed the storm had begun to still, demons that had long haunted Cameron started to resurface and Jack launched an all-out assault on my senses and need for protection, pulling me into his dizzying vortex of indecent desire and fervent obsession and making it clear to me that I would always belong to him.
I had no idea the Society would be watching our every move, waiting for the moment to strike, allowing Manhattan’s most powerful patrons to take their revenge on Cameron.
If I let them.
Would we all make it out?
Black Oak Burning is the scorchingly hot sequel to Enter The Black Oak and Part 2 of the Black Oak Trilogy. It starts with an explosive release which will leave readers breathless and giddy as they prepare to experience the ecstasy and torment of those who enter The Black Oak.
I did everything in my power to resist Cameron's never-ending need to have me as his own. The heat of his hunger and the fervor of his attacks on my will was merciless, wearing me down as I struggled under the weight of Jack's ceaseless craving and possessive need to reclaim me… as well as his surveillance of my every move.
I was also forced to fight Sebastian Gravier's growing desperation to have me submit to him so that he could educate me in the dark pleasures of the Black Oak Society that have been so carefully crafted by his wicked deviance.
What the resistance didn't know is that as they were finalizing their plan to take down Quercus Velutina once and for all, the Society were mounting one of their own, with brutality and betrayal that no one could have ever imagined.
Despite the victory of his bloodshed, Sebastian's restless hunger for suffering and revenge never abated, and once Cameron made it clear to Jack that he intended to take me for his own, Gravier finally got what he had ached for--Jack declaring all-out war on Cameron, restless and ready to hand down his own special brand of justice.
He thinks he has won, but the war will not be over until Jessynia belongs to me and me alone. And my craving for her flesh and my need to possess her soul will never end...
Black Oak Scorched is the third novel in the Black Oak series and is the first book in the series featuring multiple narrative points of view.
For mature audiences.
Monique Edenwood is a British-Canadian author based in Vancouver, British Columbia.
Her love of the magical trees and forests that she grew up surrounded by helped to inspire her first novel, Enter The Black Oak, book 1 in the Black Oak trilogy.
She loves helping people escape their daily lives for a short while with the help of some intrigue, suspense and some smoking hot fictional boyfriends!
When she isn’t writing or reading, she loves hiking and cycling around beautiful Vancouver.
She's also an epic fantasy geek and lover of 80's and 90's music.
Monique absolutely loves hearing from readers of her novels so please feel free to contact her!