{ "item_title" : "Owned by Midnight", "item_author" : [" Polly Bane "], "item_description" : "What if the only door that ever said yes to you opened onto a club where four men decide what you are? Ivy is down to coins and wrinkled bills, her phone pulsing with overdue notices, when she clicks a posting with no logo and no website. MIDNIGHT hiring floor staff. The address leads to an alley and a black steel door. A woman in black takes her phone and bag, gives her rule one, no names, and slides an NDA and a black fountain pen across the desk. Ivy signs because for weeks all she has heard is no. Then she slips into midnight-blue satin, and a velvet choker clicks closed around her throat. On the floor she carries champagne and whiskey through amber light until she reaches the far bar and four men. Kael wears a suit tailored to perfection and has calm grey eyes. Ronan has scarred knuckles and judges her steady grip. Silas watches in silence from a pillar, and Malek is a low, amused voice behind her. They test her pour and demand to know why she is here, until the truth breaks out of her: Because I don't want to be invisible anymore. Kael tells her to climb the stairs at midnight and knock once, and to enter only if she is certain, because if she does, you belong to us. She knocks. Inside Echelon I she is pressed to her knees and learns the rules of the room, and the four take her together, one after another and then all at once. Afterward they do not send her away. They walk her down into the main club and stand her under the chandelier before every patron. Silas speaks a single word, Kneel, and the whole room watches what the rulers of Midnight do with what they own, until Kael commands the crowd to Bow to the Empire. Back upstairs come the Rules of the Empire. A smile earns her a spanking over the arm of a leather chair, and Silas binds her wrists with his belt. She wakes cuffed and chained to a steel ring in the marble floor. Silas places a small silver bell in her lap to ring when she needs release, and each ring is answered by Kael with one cold word, Denied. By morning she is eating from a steel bowl on her knees, and the drills begin again. Then a figure leans over the balcony rail in the dark, and a card slides under the door. They don't deserve you. A cloth closes over her mouth, and Ivy wakes bound to beams overhead on a rough wooden floor, in a strange room where a rival in black means to make her his. When the door explodes and the four come for her, they reclaim her in front of the man who took her, and Kael opens a small black box holding the crescent moon of Midnight. She wanted to be seen. Now she wears the crescent of Midnight on her thigh, so what remains of the woman who walked through that door? Readers who love possessive rulers, shared submission and a heroine displayed before a whole club will find the Empire waiting behind the black steel door.", "item_img_path" : "https://covers1.booksamillion.com/covers/bam/9/79/826/206/9798262061020_b.jpg", "price_data" : { "retail_price" : "16.99", "online_price" : "16.99", "our_price" : "16.99", "club_price" : "16.99", "savings_pct" : "0", "savings_amt" : "0.00", "club_savings_pct" : "0", "club_savings_amt" : "0.00", "discount_pct" : "10", "store_price" : "" } }

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