Meet Dominic Esposito, US Marshall, profiler and a hard as nails sort of guy with dark disturbing tastes. He tracks down the deadliest escaped criminals. He’s man of honor devoted and to his job, upholding the law at all costs.

Pretty redheaded Shauna Maloney, a high profile fashion model is being stalked. But her stalker is an escaped madman. She’s worth millions and her life is at stake. She’s not one of Esposito’s favorite people, she represents everything he holds unholy, overindulgences, wealth and fame.

They say hate is the closest emotion to love. Will the fiery redhead win over the U.S. Marshal and submit to his darkest desires? Or will her deep sexual cravings surprise even him.

” I suppose you’re going to turn me over your knee and spank me?” He could see the fire in her eyes and he was aware that her statement was a challenge.

“Are you putting ideas in my head?” he said running his hand down her slender throat to the top of her full breast. “Stop trying to get involved in the case I’m working on. I told you this case is definitely off limits. You never listen.”

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I could be of some help to you?”

“Do you want to help me?” His voice was low and sadistic. One of his hands cupped her breast, she gasped. His thumb rubbed the nipple though the flimsy bra she wore. “You know what I like,” he said moving his body in on hers. “You’re fine Shauna, the best piece of ass I’ve ever had, but this relationship has boundaries and that boundary is my job. Do you understand?”

“Fuck you, Esposito,” she whispered.

He was fast and strong. She was over his knees in record time. One hand held her down and the other tore at her panties. Before she could protest, his large strong hand came down on the cheeks of her ass. Whack!

“Ouch! I was kidding you bastard!” she screamed.

“I’m not,” he said as he grinned and felt the blood rush down to the base of his cock. “In fact I’m rather enjoying this.” His hand came down hard again.

“Ouch!” she screamed again. “Stop, Dominic stop.”

“First tell me you’re going to stay out of my business. You knew I was a U.S. Marshal when we met. I read you the riot act. Yet you defy me at every turn.”

He ran his other hand over the red marks on her cheeks. She moaned. His fingers massaged her gently and then found the crevice to her pussy. She moaned again.

“Oh, shit Dominic, oh shit,” she said as two of his finger entered her. She raised her ass and his fingers pushed into her deeper. He bent his head and kissed the red marks his hands had left. She spread her legs.

He delved into the world of BDSM and took a personal journey through the lifestyle, which aided in his writing.

He’d been a face book user for years. He never saw anything interesting until he began to see all the writers and then some poets posting their erotic prose. Men who were writing erotic romance began to crop up. He watched and then began to post a few poems here and there. The response was good and then better. He was being noticed.

He can see a picture and write a poem. He can see an attractive women and conger up a sexy scenario. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts can get him going. His mind is always is on an attractive face or body.

His thanks go out to Bitten Press LLC and the two lovely women who run it, for goading him on, telling him to go for it and he did.

His first short story is The Taming of Molly Jenkins. It’s hot. Is it based on personal experience? All he can answer is, perhaps. The next short story is The Wait, Britt’s undoing. There will be more. He has a paranormal erotic romance series, Desires of Blood which at the moment is six books strong. Stay tuned for some historical, contemporary and fantasy erotica from him. Yes, and he will continue with some great stories including some BDSM adventures. He has one book of erotic poetry published; it has been an amazing success.

Follow Ethan Radcliff as he continues to entertain you. He can write any genre and intends to broaden his scope as an author in 2015.

His thanks go out to all his readers. Without them he’d be still be writing notes in his composition notebook, waiting for that right moment. You made it happen for him.