Excerpt From Final book in the Blackstone Series “Fade To Black”

These books are for adults 18 and over.


Fade To Black will be the final book in the Blackstone series, and it’s coming soon. This dark erotic romance series have loyal fans. I hope those of you who have read the series enjoy the book. I will continue writing the Werewolf series and start a brand new series the first week of January, 2017. Below is an excerpt from the book “Fade To Black.” If you think you want to read book 1, “The Incredible Mr. Black it’s free on Instafreebie.

Blackstone Series




 Copyright by Rachel E Rice 2016

Chapter 1

When Alexander Blackstone woke, she glanced around, blinked her eyes a few times, and tried opening her mouth. She felt different. Relaxed. Renewed. She admitted that this was perhaps the best feeling she has had in a long time with Max. No doubt he had outdone himself, she thought. She could tell because her body wasn’t tense and needy. She knew that feeling of lack of satisfaction and clearly her desire for an orgasm had been fulfilled.

Alex let out a sigh. She didn’t want this session with Max to end so soon. She would beg him to stay with her in bed and not go to his meetings before they head out to their home in Montana, and to their children patiently waiting for them. They had planned a trip to Colorado and they could get in some skiing where Maxim would have his first lessons on the slopes.

One more day was all she wanted with her beautiful husband. She understood her role as a mother, but she wanted just one more day with her fascinating and handsome husband, Mr. Black. She thought it was nothing wrong with having him to herself just this time because she had never had that opportunity before. There was his businesses that came before her and between them. Now she no longer had that barrier. He had promised her everything would be sold and he could be with her the way she wanted and had dreamed.

She tried raising her arms. Then she looked up at the ceiling. She didn’t recognize the light fixture in her bedroom. Maybe someone changed it when she was away visiting in New York. But this room reminded her of her high-rise apartment in Manhattan, with the high ceilings and crown moldings, large dazzling chandeliers setting in the middle of the ceiling.

Yes there was a large chandelier hanging in her New York apartment, but this one although large was different. And she had closed up the apartment. Max had sold the building and she and Max with the children had moved back to Montana.

She thought she had drank too much, but why was she in an apartment that reminded her of New York when she was suppose to be in Montana?

There wasn’t anything in her Montana home that reminded her of New York. The two homes were as different as night and day. Her Montana home in the middle of an isolated forest had redwood beams in the ceiling. Heated wood floors and a large fireplace in her bedroom.

She threw away everything that reminded her of New York except the children’s toys. She wanted to forget she was ever there. She wanted to forget what happened in New York.

Alex tried moving her head and body. Looking down, she noticed that the sheets were different. She slept on high count Egyptian sheets, but from what she could see, these sheets were satin. Black satin sheets. Still she thought maybe she was confused. Maybe the maid had gone against her wishes and decided to use the satin ones. Max preferred black satin sheets. He liked the feel and they were more conducive to his movement and to hers. But that wouldn’t account for the room with furniture she didn’t recognize. And she didn’t remember any of this. Not even sex with Max.

She only felt his presence in her body.

The bed was a large sleigh bed with polished dark wood and a large dresser and chest. It was obvious she wasn’t in their play room. She and Max’s playroom is filled with the latest gadgets that Max brought back from his visit to Asia. She moved her head searching for the cushioned tables she stretched out on, where he would tie her down, and seduce her body with his warm kisses before he would have his way with her, at her begging and pleading.

She turned her head and eyes to the left and to the right. She tried opening her mouth and it was strapped with leather and a ball in the center. And she couldn’t yell. She made a gurgling sound. She heard the shower. Soon she would see Max coming out of the shower, and she would scold him for letting her lay in this position all night, and for permitting her to drink too much and for taking her to one of his hotels. She would scold him for being over anxious because she felt sore in the front and in the back.

When the shower turned off, she waited for Max to come walking out with his large manhood still full, and she would play a game with him, and pretend she didn’t want him to take her and he would perform oral sex on her, and she would have another orgasm, and then he would untie her, and she would be well satisfied until the next time. And that was a clear indication that he would have to leave her and the children once more.

She waited and waited for him to saunter into the room and begin kissing her nipples. But nothing. There was a strained silence. Too much of a silence.

Where could he have gone and why would he do this? Was it to punish her for her misdeeds and her obvious attraction to Robert? Was it because of her conspiring with Jonas to cover up his involvement with the woman’s accidental death at his club? Her mind raced because she couldn’t imagine Max binding her to a bed this long, and then disappearing.

No that wasn’t like Max. Maybe he had to take a call on that damn phone that never gives them a break. He never shuts that fucking thing off, she thought.

Then Alex became annoyed. How could he leave her like this tied to a bed and her feet bound and a gag in her mouth? This is outrageous. She needed to go to the restroom.

She didn’t understand. Not one damn bit did she understand this. And to leave her like this. In a strange suite in one of his hotels. One she had never been in. She wondered how many of these hotels did he have. This one he would have to sell as soon as he untied her. She wasn’t enjoying this experience.

Time was running out and she had to make sure everything was removed from their New York apartment, and papers were signed to turn it over to the new owners.

She had to catch a flight and he had to leave too, and they would meet up in New York before they went back home together to Montana. He had meetings with his lawyers. When they would meet in New York, most of his hotels and businesses would be sold, they would return home, and start a new life with their children, and she would have that incredible handsome man to herself, and her children would have a father, not one who they happen to see on television or the newspapers.

Alex would have her living and breathing handsome man beside her at night.

She had been looking forward to the move. Getting out of New York had been at the top of her list since the death of Robert and the young Asian woman.

Now she remembered that Max would need to stop in San Francisco. Something about a problem with tenants at his Millennium Hotel. Then his trip would take him to the Orient and they would be home and together before the holidays. He would fly straight to New York after he had sold his business and help her with the apartment. But they weren’t in their apartment now and she didn’t remember anything that led up to her being nude and tied up in this strange place.

Alex strained to remember that Jonas flew to San Francisco to be with Crystal and their baby with the insistence from Max because of the mess Jonas created for Alex and Max.

She remembered Max shouting at Jonas in their apartment, “Under no circumstances will any of this happen again. I don’t want to talk about this, or hear about this anymore. And if for any reason you manage to do anything that will involve Alex, and anything else happens to you that you’ve created, I won’t be there to get you out of that mess. Because this is it. This is the last time, Jonas. I’m tired of covering up your crazy fiascos. You are toxic. I have children to think about.”

Jonas just stood there blinking his large blue eyes and raking his hand through his dark curls and then tugging at his shirt nervously. Jonas sat looking up at Max and Max standing looming over Jonas.

With Jonas’s hands shaking he stood and walked around the apartment in a nervous pace. Lit a cigarette with a gold lighter he didn’t recognize and stared at it as if wondering how it worked. Flicking it open and close until Max snatched it from his hands.

“Do you understand?” Max said his voice hard.

“I understand,” Jonas said confused, as if he was a small child being threatened by his father for playing too long at a friend’s house. Still not understanding the severity of the problems he had created for everyone.

Alex remembered all of this, but why doesn’t she remember being bound to a bed she didn’t recognize.

Then the door opened. The door positioned behind her with the bed facing a wall filled with silk beige curtains. She heard his footsteps on the wood floor. His stride long. She managed to turn her head and she caught the sight of him only up to his waist. He wore an expensive dark suit. The kind she had seen Max wear. And for a moment she thought it was him. He sauntered to the curtains and hit a button and the beige curtains slowly made a noise and they moved like a line of dominos falling to reveal the New York skyline.

There in a distance she could see the Chrysler building.

“This is fantastic isn’t it?” the man said. His voice husky and sexy. “I feel like a billion dollars this morning.” He stood leaning and looking out of the panoramic windows. He stood like a statue in one place and then he turned with a jerk.

He was tall, he was handsome, a square jaw and dark hair. His body impressive with a light blue shirt under an expensive dark blue suit. She could see him clearly now since the curtains were opened.

Alex’s eyes wide. She struggled to talk. She made a garbled distorted sound; a spitting sound almost choking. The man sauntered over to her and sat on the side of her in the bed. His eyes measuring and watching at her breasts, then wandering down to her groin and thighs. He leaned over to her as if he would kiss her and she turned her head, and he released the gag in her mouth.

“What are you doing to me, Robert?” She blinked her eyes nervously. “Max said you were dead,” she whispered as if she didn’t want to hear her own words. The man turned his head at an angle and looked at her with a cool smile.

“Of course Robert’s dead,” he said slow and measured as if he’s an actor rehearsing his lines trying to feel something.

“But who are you?” Alex said narrowing her eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he said none threatening. He passed his finger over her forehead to push a single strand of long hair from her face. She flinched. “I’m his brother. His twin brother, Ross. And isn’t it ironic that Maximillian has a twin and he killed my twin. I wonder what he will say when he finds out. I wonder what he’ll say if I kill his twin?” The man’s voice calmed.

“You can’t do that. You can’t kill Jonas.”

“No I can’t. I’m not like your husband. And besides, Maximillian might thank me for it. But he won’t  when he finds out about you and me.”

“What is there to find out?”

“Just look at you, naked and beautiful, and in my apartment,” the man whispered staring down at her.

“I don’t remember any of this,” Alex said her voice trembling.



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Rachel E Rice’s Insatiable Werewolf book 9 Thorn: Moonscape; Published


“Thorn,” book 9 is published, and will be available to my readers for $2.99. This offer will last for a week, and at the end of it the price will go up to 3.99 for a newly published book.  You can find book 9 “Thorn” for the price of $2.99 at:

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The next books in the Insatiable Series may be delayed because I’m working on “Fade To Black,” book 6 in the Blackstone series. I will send out a notice to readers who enjoyed the Blackstone series, and to those who might want to start reading those erotic romance books. I expect “Fade To Black” to be released before or after Christmas, or the first week of January 2017.

Beginning in January 2017 I will continue the Insatiable series which will have more books covering the lives of the Samsa werewolves. You will see the return of the Lion shifter, the Alaskan werewolves, and welcome three more of Lycell’s yearlings as well as the birth of Wilder and Adrienne’s pups.

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Rachel E Rice’s Book 2 Blackstone Series Excerpt: “Temptation In Black”

For those of you who liked the first book in the Blackstone series and you want more here is the reading order:

Book 1 The Incredible Mr. Black is free on InstaFreebie.

2. Temptation In Black

3. Surrender To Black

4. Black Tie Affair

5. Mourning Becomes Black

6. Coming Soon: Fade To Black

Excerpt from Book 2 Temptation In Black is below. You can purchase it on: AmazonBarnes and Noble  ITunes, Kobo, and most retailers Google, Smashwords


Chapter 1


“Why did you do that, Alex? You knew I wasn’t ready. What’s wrong with you?” He glanced down at her. “Are you becoming dangerous to me?” Max’s voice heightened with cool restraint, which caused the hair on Alex’s arm to rise. He sounded like a wounded animal. How could something be wrong, you handsome, crazy fuck? I just read that your fiancée has been found strangled, and you didn’t tell me about your twin brother. How could anything be wrong? I’m not the one lying around one of your apartments dead. I’m perfectly happy.

Voicing her thoughts was not an option since she was riding in his limo with darkened windows, and Max still had an erection, and the doors were locked, and his bodyguard/driver, a burly Asian named Shu, who resembled a ninja warrior and dressed in black, never as much as spoke or smiled at her. With an out-of-control sex addict and a ninja warrior, there wasn’t much she could do or say.

Concentrating was also out of the question. Her heart beat so loud that she thought she was being strangled by her own fears. The newspaper’s headline screamed in her head: Fiancée of Maximilian Blackstone: Strangled.

“Nothing is wrong, Max. Why do you ask?” she murmured glancing up into his to die for face from her kneeling position. She forced a wide smile. I’m in the right position for praying. Praying that my judgment wasn’t as flawed as I think, and that I didn’t select a murderer to father my child. I guess I was nothing but a desperate, eligible, eager, foolish young women who wanted only one man–Mr. Black.



Excerpt From Rachel E Rice’s Werewolf book “Thorn”

This excerpt is chapter 1 from Book 8 “Thorn” in the Insatiable Werewolf series which will be published in October, 2016. You can buy book 7 “Tracker” everywhere. If you are new to the Insatiable series, pick up the first one for free at Instafreebie or Amazon and most places where Ebooks are sold. Rachel E Rice’s books are for matured adults 18 and over. Enjoy. Copyright by Rachel E Rice 2016.


Chapter 1


Tracker had been trolling the beach at night unable to sleep. Restless. Too many nights and days doing nothing more than standing looking up at the moon and picking up women. Then listening to them moan with pleasure of having rough sex. And complain about how their men weren’t able to satisfy them in the way Tracker could. A few of his pickups didn’t want to leave him, but he pushed them out, and brought in another, and another, and by the weeks end, he was bored and restless again. It was then he made up his mind to leave—alone.

Tracker opened the door to Thorn and Zoey’s room in the resort suite he and Thorn had rented in San Diego for a week. Their rooms filled with expensive dark wicker furniture and white cushions, the kind you find in Hawaii or the islands, in a fancy hotel. Floral colors of green, pink, beige, and purple. The walls covered with ornate wall paper of beige and large green leaves.

Colors females loved and males detested. In the corner facing an ornamental fireplace, velvet chairs and a green velvet sofa sat facing a large Sony flat screen, which hung over the fireplace mantle.

The sheer curtains opened up to a patio where Zoey, Thorn, and Tracker sat in the evenings and watched the sun burst of orange and yellow as if disappearing into the Pacific Ocean. This was Zoey’s idea of a fun time. For Tracker it was pure hell. But then it wasn’t about Tracker anymore it was what Thorn wanted, and Thorn wanted whatever Zoey wanted.

After dinner and in the dark and star filled sky, Zoey stripped of her scant clothing, a sheer dress with no bra and underwear. She scurried down the stairs, on to the beach, and into the water, oblivious of who was watching, and who was standing on their balcony taking in the beautiful naked form of a young blond woman disappearing into the surf.

Tracker watched at her on most nights when he wasn’t taking a woman on all fours on the floor. He watched as Thorn and Zoey frolicked in the water and then go out for a swim.

At the beginning Tracker appeared to be bothered knowing he had turned her away when she was eager to be part of a threesome, and Thorn had wanted to share her to please his brother, and his Alpha. But he took his frustrations out on the next woman banging on his door to be next in line to be fucked by him.

Knowing how much Thorn craved and needed Zoey, Tracker couldn’t deny him the love he sought and finally found with her. Tracker didn’t love Zoey and he could never be true to her. He would break her heart as he had done with Saadia.

There was something empty inside he had to fill.

The purpose of stopping before they went on to Mexico was to give Zoey a rest. Relaxing on the sand and swimming was what all of them needed. Well not Tracker. He needed to be on the road in the forest chasing down animals and fucking women. The first of the month and the moon would be full held sway over him because he hadn’t wanted to control himself. He rejoiced in that wild animal part in him, which the moon brought about. He needed to be on the road riding his Harley to keep from thinking about Saadia or Zoey.

A slight early morning breeze blew in from the Pacific straining the beige sheer curtains sending them fluttering in the breeze and forcing the sheet back, which covered the two naked bodies as they lay entwined.

Zoey’s small curvy legs lay over Thorn’s and she had her head lying on his chest with his large left hand planted between her legs, and the other holding her to him.

Tracker took in all of Zoey’s exposed nude body and he made a low grunt. And then another. He thought of their time together. The moan coming from deep inside him, but it didn’t wake the two who appeared to be sleeping soundly. Tracker’s eyes swept over her body. The sun streamed in giving her an even golden sheen, where the sun had baked her and her body brown, and her hair more blond than usual. It had been the heat of the sun and the cool of the nights that had given her a beautiful sensational tan.

She turned facing Tracker her eyes shut tight, still sleeping, and like a choreographed dance, Thorn turned evenly with her. His large cock searching for her buttocks and then finding them. And in his sleep he gave out a moan of pleasure. It was as if searching for a treasure and then finding it.

His hands fell over her and settle on her breasts and he unconsciously cupped them.

Tracker stood watching the two of them together, and longing for Zoey. He felt a desire creep into him and settle inside. That feeling wasn’t for her, but for the animalistic desires he once held for her.

The pleasure of seeing her body once more, his thoughts fell to the desire that he received from his length dipping into her soft flesh, into her opening, and how it had entered effortlessly.  The pleasure he received from her could only be hid by what he felt for Saadia’s body. At the time before Saadia, he longed for the feeling he got from Zoey, and how once he was in her, his length vibrated with excitement and how moist she had been with one touch.

Zoey could have been the mate he would want if he didn’t want someone and something else. And Thorn hadn’t fallen madly in love with her.

He observed Thorn and Zoey for a while as her butt backed up to Thorn, his arm covering her and both of them sleeping silent and still unaware that someone is standing there watching them.

Zoey was a distraction to Thorn as she had been to him, but more so with Thorn because he loved her, and he would be blind to anything said about her, so Tracker held his opinions.

Tracker thought about warning Thorn not to be too distracted and blinded by his love for her. He wanted to warn Thorn that because Zoey was a desirable human, in the world of men, he could have many problems with men wanting to be with her and trying to take her from him. But Tracker knew Thorn wouldn’t listen, and he didn’t want to waste his words, nor did he want to lose the love of his brother.

The way their bodies were intertwined and the way Thorn held Zoey to him with one hand cupping her breasts, and the other hand between her legs, the pad of his finger unconsciously massaging her, no air could come between them and certainly no brother could either. They were one now.

It was a realization that Zoey and Thorn had become more than just bodies to one another when that’s all she had been to him. There had never been a time when she had been an individual, a female with a face where he could look into it without feeling that she was only someone to serve his need during the time of the full moon. A faceless body that he could take and have when the time of the moon dictated.

It wasn’t that way with Saadia. He dreamed of her and saw her face in everything he did on every woman he saw walking the beach. On every woman he met and took to bed in the few days they had been at that resort.

Unconsciously he then realized that he wanted Saadia. He needed her. But she had betrayed him when she chose to conceal her identity and conceal her scent. It became impossible for him to forget her duplicity. Tracker wondered what other things she had kept from him. Did her family know of her ways and were they in on it?

He had heard his father, Lycell, tell of werefemales who possessed unusual abilities to change their face and bodies and have supernatural powers. But she didn’t change her face. He saw the same innocent looking face he had seen in high school, but because he hadn’t thought of her or saw her since she became of age, he didn’t recognize Saadia in the dim light of the club.

And because she appeared different in her dress and behavior, he was unable to distinguish her from that scared young girl who told all her classmates she had been promised to Tracker, the most eligible werewolf shifter in Samsaville.

Her body had changed and she wore tight jeans over her curvy body and developed breasts. Because now she was a full grown werefemale and she had changed in her looks and dress, and he wasn’t able to recognize that innocent shy werefemale from his high school days.

It was something that caused Thorn to feel the presence of another being standing near his bed watching attentively. Maybe it was the change in temperature, or the wind, or the sunlight.

Thorn’s eyes opened. He didn’t jump or conceal himself or Zoey. There was no use because Tracker had seen and done more to her than he had ever thought of undertaking.

“What are you doing standing there dressed in your leathers?” He didn’t wait for Tracker to answer. “I thought we all could go for a swim today and have dinner with the humans. Zoey would like that.”

“Not today.” Tracker’s voice unusually quiet. He didn’t meet Thorn’s eyes which wasn’t typical Tracker.

“I’m going to leave you two and go on to Mexico and rent a villa for us. I think Zoey could use a little more rest. And you don’t need me around.” Tracker shot Thorn a small closed smile. When she heard her name on Tracker’s lips, Zoey smiled in her sleep and gave a small inhale and exhale.

Thorn turned and watched at Zoey lying on her back, her breasts uplifted, her nipples hard from the cool breeze blowing in through the patio door, then she slowly turned to face Thorn, and reached for him, and draped her arm on Thorn’s chest.

Her buttocks prominent in Tracker’s view. He looked up in Tracker’s face where he saw remorse, desire, and arousal, and Thorn reached for a sheet and spread it over her body covering her from the hungry eyes of Tracker.

“I think you’re right. We need more time together and you need to be alone to decide what it is you want to do. Whatever you choose I will go along with you. If you want to just turn around and go back to Samsaville and marry Saadia then I will do that too. We could have a double wedding.” Thorn smiled in his playful naïve way. One eyebrow raising and his eyes showing bright and thoughtful.

“Let’s not get ahead of yourself. If you want to marry Zoey then do so. I suggest you do it before you bring her back to Samsaville. You know father.”

Thorn knew his father only too well. But a wedding would be out of the question because by now the reports of Beau’s death had to be front page news. And since Zoey went missing at the same time Beau had been killed by a large wolf, and a shotgun wielded by his uncle to ward of the wolf attack, it would be very risky for her if she showed up now to get married to Thorn legally.

Tracker assumed that is what Thorn meant to do with Zoey. Marry her at a justice of the peace. After all she was human and had the desires of most women. And Thorn being inexperienced and in love would try his best to satisfy Zoey no matter what the cost.
The End of Chapter 1

Rachel E Rice’s Book 6 “Fade To Black” Blackstone series coming soon. Get Book 1 free

Book 1 “The Incredible Mr. Black” is free at Instafreebies. There you can pick up a mobi, epub, or PDF.  The final book in the series, “Fade To Black” book 6, will be published in January of 2017. Many questions will be answered.

To those of you who asked when I would write another book in this erotic romance Blackstone series, this is for you, and there will be no more. Enjoy! If you have never read this series, and you’re looking for something to read until my next werewolf book, try book 1: The Incredible Mr. Black free.

Remember: all my books are for adults 18 and over. The language my be too much for some and not enough for others. If you like your books hot and a billionaire more erotic than Gray, then Mr. Black is for you.

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Rachel E Rice’s Werewolf book “Tracker” Published

Tracker will be available for $2.99. If you want to purchase the book after Labor Day week it will sell for $3.99 for a new release.

You can purchase “Tracker” at Amazon,  coming soon to Barnes and Noble, iBooks, and   Kobo. Look for a discount code for Smashwords and Allromanceebooks has discounted “Tracker” for one day. This is book 8 in my Insatiable Werewolf series. If you read and like paranormal romance with adventure, intrigue, and some sex, this book is for you. Please give me a review. Thank you.

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Don’t forget to start at the beginning of the series with Insatiable: The Lone Werewolf Finds His Mate which is free. Or you can try books 1-4 in a box set, and books 5-7 in a box set as well. They are sold wide at most Ebook vendors.

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