NEW COVER. UPDATED A FEW DAYS AFTER RELEASE
Warning: Nonconsent, graphic violence, graphic sex, BDSM themes such as bondage, sadomasochism, Dominance and submission.
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Release Date: February 1st, 2016
Genre: Dark, erotic, psychological thriller What if a man could command you to do anything and you couldn’t make yourself say no? Some people go through life without encountering evil. Zorie is not one of the lucky ones. As a teenager, she escaped a kidnapper. Now she’s stronger, smarter, and she avoids the wolves. Until she meets Reuben and her avoidance strategy is chaff in the wind. He’s a collector and a mesmer, with the ability to control certain women at will. Zorie is to be his remote-controlled plaything. She's been collected. Power corrupts. Absolute power? Absolutely terrifying. Two men are the key to Zorie freeing herself from Reuben. Grimm Heller’s reasons are hidden in his past and his soul. Mister Black’s reasons are simpler. He wants her for his own to make her into a weapon. No matter which way she turns, is she simply choosing a different evil? |
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Coming soon in 2016
Book 2, Wicked Weapon Book 3, Wicked Hunt |
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Chapter One from Wicked Ways
Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns,
And as the portal opens to receive me,
A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts
Tells of a nameless deed. - Ann Radcliff
And as the portal opens to receive me,
A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts
Tells of a nameless deed. - Ann Radcliff
Dining out under the stars at Pee Wee’s, at the East Point of Darwin, with the beach sloping down from the wide patio and the sea laid out before me, still and blue, it had to be the most romantic setting, ever.
The barest shush of waves meeting sand reached my ears, beyond the clink of tableware and the laughter and speech of other diners.
I smiled and took another sip of my chardonnay, leaving a wet, red, lipstick mark on the edge. The glass, when held high and jiggled, made a wobbly and watery filter through which to view the scenery.
A pity I was here by myself.
Fuck all the others and their nightclubs, binge drinking, and fawning over men. At least now I knew a coach tour with a bunch of other Australians was my ticket to Hell.
Not that I wasn’t a little drunk and before my mains arrived too. A record, surely?
A flock of birds made a V overhead, silhouetted against the yellow and orange dusk sky as they headed for some trees to roost in. I stretched back my neck to follow their flight.
After this, it would’ve been great to go on a beach walk but a single female out strolling in the night would be like dangling my leg in a pool of crocodiles. I feared assault. Who wouldn’t?
Tried being wild once and paid the price. Experimenting with kink meant opening yourself up to men who might not be all they appeared to be. Youth had equaled stupidity. Now I was cautious, thought ahead, but still tried to be myself, enjoy life, and avoid the wolves.
The meals were pleasant, delicious, and everything I’d hoped for. The setting stayed gorgeous. The evening settled into a sort of muted exhilaration as I sampled entrée, dinner and then dessert. Perfection, except for the four men at a table on the left. Bold as hell types. One of them seemed to be making jokes at my expense. It made my gut crawl. The sort of men who’d send me a cock picture online to introduce themselves.
I sent guys like that a wet pussy picture – a cat in the middle of a rainstorm. Then I blocked them. Real life made it harder to block but the meal was great and so I thanked the waitress effusively when she brought the bill. Good karma cancelled out the bad.
At the entrance, a shadow warned me, as did the footsteps. I moved in toward the maître d’ enough to let whoever it was pass by to reach the door, only to be shocked by a man’s hand on my bare neck.
Weighty, warm, and the touch spread an inexplicable thrill through me, a shock wave of awareness.
Everything stilled, silenced.
The maître d’ looked over my shoulder, with a crease forming between his eyes.
Fingers caressed my nape. It was a violation of my private space, an assault, but I’d barely opened my mouth when I felt lips brush my ear. Again, that thrill coursed through me and I found I’d closed my eyes.
“I knew you were one. Come to me outside. The black Range Rover. Say nothing, to anyone about this.” The murmur was as riveting as his touch.
This man, a man I couldn’t even see, he’d made me wet, instantly. I was alight with desire. My labia had plumped, my clit had swelled, and my nipples had tightened until they pointed into my bra as if made of aching, living rock.
I craved the man behind me to the point of my brain shutting down.
Walking outside was my only priority.
I found the vehicle and the door opened for me.
Alarm bells, there were alarm bells ringing in my mind, sirens, all that, but distant and irrelevant. I shut them down.
“Did I not tell you? She’s here.” His voice was languid and deep, his laugh insulting. “Come, sweet girl, into my evil lair.”
“Evil lair?” Someone chuckled.
Their laughter didn’t deter me at all because he, his will, was inside my head, like a solid force calling to me.
I climbed in and arms enveloped me. The men began to remove my clothes. I came once before they were done, when he touched me, merely massaging my slit and touching me over my panties.
The vehicle cruised, rocked, growled over the road, and stopped somewhere. Though removed from the car, I couldn’t register my surroundings. There was too much emotion raging, too much pleasure and torment.
I’d focused down on my body and had stayed there, feeling.
They played with me, poked me, pulled me onto their laps, bit and sucked on me, penetrated me with fingers and tongues.
I was a sweaty, naked, panting, and annihilated thing before one of them even took off his pants. When he was poised above, with my legs bent at the knee and held as far apart by two other men as was physically possible, I shuddered at the thought of what was about to happen. His hard cock rested at my entrance. When I groaned out one long, throat-caught breath, the little movement of my body combined with my extreme slipperiness, and the head of his cock slipped inside me, a minuscule amount.
My eyes rolled up as I whimpered and tried to squirm closer to him and impale myself.
Then he shoved in, fucking me like a god. The orgasm, when it struck, was Armageddon and wracked me until my muscles seized up. I lay mindblasted, aching and shivering, while the men discussed what else to do with me.
It seemed as if they’d decided the answer was everything.
Afterward, I was left standing, shivering, in the alley beside my hotel, roughly dressed and kissed before they walked away. My mind was still coming down from the heavens. When I came to the realization that this, now, was real...with my hand propped against the brickwork and sweat still cooling on my skin, heaven became Halloween.
There was cum all over my stomach and thighs, sticking my dress to me. I had no panties.
I was Zorina Brown, a lecturer in biology at the University of Sydney. Upstanding professional career. The world ahead of me. So why had I croaked out a yes when the man had told me he’d see me again tomorrow.
It was one AM. Tomorrow was today.
Had I gone insane?
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