Soul Bound The Warrior

 

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by Jas T. Ward
 
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Murderer …


Jace Camden is haunted by his past. One that has many believing he got away with murder. He’s run from it, trying to start a new life in a new town. But his past hasn’t let him escape and it’s determined that his future will not be a long one.


Death will demand it’s due.


And his late wife will make sure that debt is paid.


Kitt Thomas’ life is in a rut but that changed when she looked into the sad, haunted eyes of Jace Camden. Something about his wounded soul called to her — like a flicker in a very dark cave she should have had the sense not to step into.


But his past will make sure she is no more part of Jace’s future than life is.


Because he’s soul bound.


And that’s a bind that can only be broken by death.


His.


Death May Mean The End …


But Love Doesn’t Give a @$%& – Jace Camden

 

 

 

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Gambling for the Virgin

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by Dark Angel (Alexis Angel)
 
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Her body’s for sale. But I want her soul …
 
She wants to sell her body to me for cash. Says I’m the only one with enough power and money to help her. And how can I resist saying yes? With my wealth, I can buy any fucking thing I want.
 
And God, the things I want to do that body …
 
I can’t tell you out there how I’m going to squeeze that heart-shaped ass and run my cock between her cheeks as we look out the window at the city I own.
 
Or how I’m gonna shoot her into orbit five or six times as a warm up before I fuck her so good that she can’t walk the next day.
 
But I will tell you this …
 
She’ll be coming back for more.
 
Because she wants it. She says she doesn’t. But I know she does.
 
When she’s around me, she can’t control herself.
 
Put her on a chair next to me, and I can smell her because she’s puddling up.
 
It drives me fucking wild.
 
But I want … more.
 
It’s not enough to just have own her body.
 
No, I want something more. Something that she can’t sell. Something that she has to give. I want her heart.
 
All of her. Everything. Every damn word, deed, and thought.
 
Till death do us part …
 


 
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Chained to the Devil’s Son

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by Shea Swain
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It was supposed to be the start of a new chapter in their lives. What it turned out to be was a life worse than death.
 
When Evelyn Jones’ family made a wrong turn onto the property of one of the most racist men in the South, she discovered that Hell is definitely a place on Earth. She had few memories of the loving life her parents’ provided. Constant fear replaced her free-spirited youth, and the person responsible was the Devil himself. That’s who young Evelyn thought the man who took her family captive, to suffer under his sadistic rule and hateful tongue, was.

Junior Shaw was the only one who had to endure his father’s torture, and then they arrived. 
No one understood survival of the fittest like Junior. The strong stomped on the weak, and the weaker were stomped on repeatedly. Twelve-year-old Junior was the weak according to his father. To be raised under evil’s hoof was hell, but when his father turned his hatred on others, Junior adopted the role of protector. However, who will protect him?

Two children must mature under horrid circumstances and soul-crushing abuse. This standalone full-length novel is a tale of uncompromising hate and unending love and devotion. Delve into the darkness of Chained to the Devil’s Son.
 
Book is for readers 18 years and older. Graphic Violence and language. Readers discretion advised. 
 
 
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Title: Mercy
Series: Mercy. Bound. Released. #1
Author: Natalie Bennett
Genre: dark erotica
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Everyone knows the story where the beautiful girl gets taken by a monster. The one where the monster ends up being some poor tortured soul with a fucked up past. Love prevails, and then they live happily ever fucking after.

Well, this is my story, and it isn’t a fairytale.

I loved my monster too. But that was before he took me.

My reality is dark.

His demons are darker.

Mercy is NOT for the faint of heart.

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Chapter One

Morgana

I hated to admit it, but I was a sucker for a good psychopath. The sinister, mischievous smile always seemed to get me. It didn’t help that some of my own screws got knocked loose awhile ago.

But I was a good person once.

Being a good person ruined my life.

I waited too late in the day to go for my run, but sitting in the house had made me restless. The knife I had hidden underneath the bathroom sink kept whispering for me to take it out. If I didn’t leave, I’d end up playing in a puddle of my blood, getting higher than a kite.

So, there I was, jogging down the barren road, Lana Del Rey blasting through my earbuds. The sun was obscuring my vision, but even partially blinded I could see the dog in the middle of the street. And the car that was approaching, speeding up instead of slowing down.

My moral obligation had me sprinting to scoop the brown and white bundle into my arms. Tires screeched, I screamed, and the car swerved around me. If my bladder had been full, I would’ve pissed my pants.

I pulled the earphones out in time to hear a sleuth of expletives come from inside the large muscle car. The driver had stopped over on the side of the road; his once shiny vehicle now covered in dust. The smell of burnt rubber lingered in the humid air.

Casting a nervous glance back at the classic car, I assessed the dog in my arms and began walking up the street on shaky legs. Away from the angry driver.

The engine revved and tires spun. With a speed that had dust particles rising back into the air, the car zipped passed me just so the driver could cut me off. I had a vague idea of who the driver was.

“What the fuck are you doing?” A man opened the driver door and began to get out. My mind flashed with instant recognition. He had sunglasses on, and I could still feel his eyes burning holes into me.

“You were going to hit him.” I adjusted the small dog in my arms, feeling his wiry fur scratch against my bare skin.

“So you risked your life for a stupid animal?”

“Don’t call him stupid! If you had been driving like a normal person, instead of trying to go fast like a typical douche bag with a sports car, you would have seen him.”

“I wouldn’t have changed course,” he shrugged.

“Then you’re a douche bag and an asshole. Congratulations.” I glared at him and walked passed the trunk, feeling his eyes follow me.

“Morgana,” said a deep voice with an intoxicating amount of sultriness. The amusement in his tone now that he realized who I was irritated me.

“Fucking awesome,” I muttered, turning to face him. Of all people to come in contact with on a barren country road, I run into, Julian Andreou.

The sunglasses on his face may have prevented me from seeing his eyes. But they didn’t hide his prominent jawline, his slight stubble, or the dark eyebrow he had raised at me.

“I was distracted.” He gave me a smile that had deep dimples appearing on his cheeks. Like water on a flame, my immediate anger doused.

“No apology for almost killing me?” He towered above my height of five-four, leaving me no choice but to frown up at him. My reflection looked back at me in his Aviators. God, I looked a hot mess. Strands of baylage brunette hair had escaped my fishtail braid, and a tiny bit of perspiration coated my bronze skin.

He reached up and removed his sunglasses, allowing the full intensity of his gaze to meet mine. His green hues were smiling, causing my stomach to dip for an entirely different reason.

Julian was a gorgeous, immaculately groomed man, and I knew he was indubitably aware of his attractiveness. His ego didn’t need any more strokes, so I always chose to act indifferent. This, in my opinion, is what made him so ‘interested’ in me.

That weird thing people do where one pulls away, so the other follows. That’s what this had to be. He was a patient wolf who wore a suit, and I was the little lamb he wanted to devour.

“I was distracted by staring at you. Something I’ve been doing for close to a year now.” He enunciated each word slowly. As if I could ever forget someone like him, kept trying to ask me out.

He dragged his burning gaze up and down my body. Cognizant I was only wearing a sports bra and tiny yoga shorts; the dog became my shield against his ogling.

“Goodbye, Julian.”

Shaking my head, I turned on my heel and continued walking. Seconds later, a door slammed shut, and he pulled off. I couldn’t hide my amused smile when his car pulled up beside me, moving forward at a snail’s pace.

“Get in the car, Morgan. I’ll take you home,” his smooth baritone voice softly called out to me.

The rumors about his family swirled around in my head. My cheeks heated in shame when I realized what I was doing. Judging him. Just like everyone in town did me.

The people who knew the least about you always had the most to say. In Riverview, a girl giving a boy a small kiss on the cheek spun into a story about her giving blowjobs in the church.

It was a quaint town, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing unless you were someone like me. A girl that had been smacked with a crazy label.

Riverview gossip spread faster than wildfires. They took a truth, twisted it, and ran wild with lies. When someone found out a tidbit of information about me, I was suddenly a weird recluse that belonged in a freak show.

“Come on, Morgana. I only want to take you home.” His words were saturated with double meaning. I glanced over expecting to see his cocky signature smirk, but all he gave me was a genial smile.

I shouldn’t have considered his offer, but I did. My house was a good thirty minutes away. Satan had lit Hellfires on earth; the heat was kicking my ass, and the dog in my arms felt like he’d been put in an oven.

“Okay,” I omitted, slanting my eyes down to the blacktop and walking around his car. The dog turned its head but didn’t do much else.

Julian climbed out and quickly came around to open the passenger door for me. Once I was settled into the cool leather seat, he went back to the driver side.

Something in my head was telling me this was a terrible idea.

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Natalie Bennett has always been an avid fan of all things dark and twisted, so it only made sense for her to write what she loves. She brings to life unapologetic antiheroes you love to hate and strong heroines who refuse to be broken.

Natalie writes Dark Paranormal & Dark Erotica with romantic elements. She doesn’t censor her writing and let’s her stories tell themselves. If you pick up one of her books expecting a typical HEA, you won’t find one.

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Firebird: Tough, Loyal, fearless. the Son of the Maelstrom MC’s New York State chapter president. He’s got a problem, and her name is Jenna.He can’t stop thinking about her, and it’s getting him in more trouble than he normally gets into…

Jenna: She’s a stripper, just trying to work her way through college. Fending off her lecherous bosses and the clientele on a daily basis and juggling the expenses of life. She doesn’t expect to find herself attracted to the handsome, dangerous biker, Firebird.
When a rival club and Jenna’s bosses come together to bring harm to both Firebird’s club and his woman, can their love survive the storm?

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The Beast Within

THE BEAST WITHIN

Mended Souls, book 2
by Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Thriller

Content Warning: 18+

She didn’t expect to land in the crosshairs of a serial killer.

Can two displaced angels save a woman from the clutches of a vicious psychopath?

When Julie Crenshaw is offered a news reporter’s job on beautiful Vancouver Island she didn’t expect to land in the crosshairs of a serial killer.

Connor O’Rourke has seen his share of human depravities during his fourteen years as a homicide detective, but is still sickened by the murderer terrorizing his island shores. And threatening his key witness.

As the stakes rise, can two people get a second chance at love?

Or will a killer become the winner?

Her skin was tender as the belly of a kitten. And just as fragile.

Her screams edged toward hysteria, muffled by the material of her slutty shirt. He’d taken pleasure in cutting the offensive cloth from her body and stuffing it into her cherry red mouth.

Almond shaped eyes, the color of strong black coffee and wide with terror, glittered with the tears streaming down her dusky cheeks.

Too late for that. She should have begged for mercy when he demanded it. Instead, she’d laughed at him.

She wasn’t laughing now.

He ran a finger from the gold love knot piercing her belly button, up to coffee-colored breasts tipped with cocoa nipples peaked with fear. She should be scared. He was her master and she’d wronged him. She had to pay.

He grinned.

This was his favorite part. There was probably something wrong with him, but the thrill he got out of having complete control over his subjects filled his body with adrenaline, made blood rush to his extremities, and turned him rock hard. Way better than sex. Sex was dirty, all that sweat and bodily fluids. Not this. This was clean—spiritual.

He picked up the red hot iron he’d been heating on the propane stove. When she saw what he had in his hand, her body bowed against its bonds, but there was no escape. She’d run away from him for the last time.

He pinched her pebbled nipple, tipping her breast upward so he could access the tender skin beneath. The acrid scent of burning flesh and the inhaled silent scream of torture before her eyes rolled back in her head rewarded him for his patience. The S was perfectly shaped. The snake’s head crested the top of the curve, its forked tongue curling around the scorched meat of her breast.

She was his now.


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Restitution begins with the truth.

Lucas Carmichael and Scott Anderson had it all, money, fame, and fortune. But one night’s stupid mistake takes everything they thought they cherished and dumps it upside down.

A car accident ends Lucas’ life and leaves Scott injured and bitter.

As the local ME, Tracy York, investigates the case, discrepancies begin to point to more than a simple drunk driving incident.

When threats are made to Tracy’s life can Scott and his guardian angel, Lucas, protect her, or will she become another casualty?

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She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.

Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can’t function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart. 🙂

Free reads, excerpts, author news, and contests can be found on her website. You can follow her on Facebook, Twitter or email her via her web site.

Jacquie lives on Vancouver Island with her husband and loves to hear from readers all over the world!

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The Biker’s Brother

THE BIKER’S BROTHER

Sons of Sanctuary MC series, book 2

by Victoria Danann

Genre: contemporary romance

*Please note this books contains dark material that may be unwelcome by sensitive readers*

Brand takes a job nobody wants to earn the respect of club members. Being third generation SSMC doesn’t go very far in biker cred.

Camden Carmichael is running from a psycho ex. Lucky for her that her father has the means to hire Sanctuary Security to protect her until the divorce is finalized.

Two strangers set out on a road trip together. At the end of it, neither will ever be the same again.

“Off the interstates. Isn’t that going to take a really long time?”

“It’s not a race. It’s the hide part of hide and seek.”

She stared at his profile. “What exactly is the plan?”

“I’m taking you to our safe house in Austin. It’ll be home until the judge has signed off on your proceeding. My job is to make sure you get there alive.”

“Okay.”

He turned on the radio and found a classic rock station.

“Just kill me now,” she mumbled.

“What was that?”

She looked straight at him.

“The radio.” She pretended to have to scream over the music. “You’re not going to make me listen to that. Are you?”

He cocked his head as he stared at the road ahead.

“I’m nothing if not fair. What kind of music do you like?”

“Well, for starters, I like music that was recorded this century.”

He took his eyes off the road just long enough to be sure she caught the glare he gave her.

“You want to do a passive aggressive dance around what you want? Or do you want to just tell me straight up?”

She pressed her lips together, narrowed her eyes, and decided she’d underestimated Brandon. She didn’t think thugs had descriptions like ‘passive aggressive’ easily tripping off their tongues.

“Country,” she said decidedly.

He gaped. “That is utterly impossible. A girl like you does not listen to country music.”

She looked indignant.

“I certainly do. And what do you mean ‘a girl like me’?”

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at her.

“Okay. If you really listen to country music then tell me one thing about Garth Brooks that only somebody who was a fan would know.”

Without hesitating she said, “He actually wanted to be a rock star, but when he opened his mouth to sing, country came out instead of rock. So he gave into it and owned it. Although he did steal the big showmanship from rock stars. Lasers. Fire. Dancing bears.”

Brandon raised his eyebrows. “He has dancing bears?”

She laughed and shook her head. “No.”

Brandon had no idea if that was true, but because she said it with so much authority, and because it wasn’t the kind of thing a person would be likely to make up on the fly, he believed her.

“Alright. We’ll take turns.”

“Good. Me first.”

He nodded just slightly. “Find your station.”

She seemed to perk up at the small victory.

“How do you get satellite?”

Brandon smirked. “Seriously? How sheltered are you?” She frowned at the question and said nothing, since she had no idea how to answer. “This car is too old for satellite. You got radio. That’s it. Make do.”

She set to work turning the dial. He even got a little smile after she settled on a station. After all that work, before the first song was over, she was slumped against the passenger door, sound asleep.

He looked over at her sleeping form and shook his head. He could have changed the station but thought it might wake her and, for some reason, he didn’t want to disturb her. So he was stuck with listening to twang and fiddle for what turned out to be hours. By the time she woke, he was beginning to tap his fingers on the steering wheel and was thinking country might not be all that bad.

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Two brothers, unknown to each other, are on a crash trajectory with destiny and two broken hearts.

New York Times and USA Today BESTSELLING AUTHOR, Victoria Danann, dishes up the sizzle with a new biker romance series.

“A hot, sweet romance that will make you laugh and sigh.” – Cafeworld

Brigid was a graduate student at the University of Texas. It wasn’t hard getting her thesis approved, but finding a Hill Country motorcycle club willing to give her access to their lifestyle was starting to look impossible. Then she got a lead. A friend of a friend had a cousin with family ties to The Sons of Sanctuary. Perfect. Or so she thought.

What she wanted was information to prove a scholarly proposition. The last thing she had in mind was falling for one of the members of the club. Especially since she was a feminist academic out to prove that motorcycle clubs are organized according to the same structure as primitive tribal society.

Brash was standing in line at the H.E.B. Market when his world tipped on its axis. While waiting his turn to check out, his gaze had wandered to the magazine display and settled on the new issue of “NOW”. The image on the cover, although GQ’d up in an insanely urbane way, was… him.

After reading the article, he threw some stuff in a duffle and left his only home, a room at The Sons of Sanctuary clubhouse, with a vague explanation about needing a couple of days away. He left his truck at the Austin airport and caught a plane for New York, on a mission to find a mysterious guy walking around with his face.

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“She couldn’t live in my world. I couldn’t live in hers.” – Brant Fornight

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New York Times bestselling author of thirteen romances. Victoria’s Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES for the past THREE YEARS IN A ROW. Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

Her paranormal romances come with uniquely fresh perspectives on “imaginary” creatures, characters, and themes. She adds a dash of scifi, a flourish of fantasy, enough humor to make you laugh out loud, and, occasionally, enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. Her heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, werewolves, hybrids, psychics, or past life therapists. Her heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners… usually.

The rich characterizations come from being a lifelong student of behavior, casually, and a serious student of behavior academically. She also studied comparative religion, myths, and Dark Ages history.

Victoria lives in The Woodlands, Texas with her husband and a very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.

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