The Divine Trilogy series, book 3
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The Divine Trilogy series, book 3
by R.E. Hargrave Continue reading
Title: His Lady
Series: Boston Doms
Author: Jane Henry & Maisy Archer
Genre: Erotic Romance
Published: February 24, 2017
Elena Slater grew up on the streets of New York City as the baby sister of Alexander ‘Slay’ Slater. She knows how to hold her own, and she’s anything but submissive. Sure, all her closest friends are members of The Club, Boston’s most well-respected BDSM playground, and she can’t help but see the appeal of power exchange, especially when it comes to the sexy, ultra-dominant, and much older Blake Coleman. But that could never be more than a fantasy for a girl like her… could it?
Blake Coleman, grieving the loss of his wife and long-term submissive, spent the past year retreating from the world. But he’s slowly recognized it’s time to reconnect with his friends, and reassert himself as Master Blake, the founder of The Club. It’s a full-time job, especially when Alexander Slater’s little sister is determined to keep pushing his buttons. He’s all too tempted to teach her a lesson, but he refuses to give in to the rampant arousal she awakens in him with her sass. She’s far too young and mouthy for the likes of him.
But when Blake and Elena find themselves caught up in a nasty smear campaign motivated by revenge, the two adversaries must form an alliance, and they can no longer deny the magnetic attraction between them. What will happen when the sassy spitfire collides with Boston’s most well-known and respected Dominant?
DISCLAIMER: His Lady, book five in the Boston Doms series, is a standalone novel. It contains elements of BDSM, including bondage and the discipline of adult women.
He pulled his mouth off hers just long enough to whisper a heated, furious, desperate, “Elena.”
Her voice unnaturally low, pled with him. “God, I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch.”
His forehead up against hers, he grinned, actually grinned, those wrinkles around his eyes creasing. “You’ll pay for those bitchy comments, little girl,” he crooned in her ear. Her eyes closed as heat flared in across her chest.
“Make me pay,” she begged. “Make me fucking pay.”
She heard the sound of his belt buckle unfastening. God. Was he going to fuck her or spank her, and did it even matter? She wanted all of it. She wanted all of him. The swish of the leather being pulled through the loops made her legs clench. She opened her eyes and bit her lip as he took his belt in hand, doubled it over, and pushed her back up against the desk.
“You wanna pay?” he growled in her ear.
“Yesssss,” she moaned. The buckle hit the desk seconds before his hands reached to the front of her jeans, nimbly unfastening and shoving them down so she could step out. He took one moment to draw his hand across her inner thigh before he pushed her legs apart, positioning them so her ass was on prominent display, her panties around her ankles now. God, she was bared to Blake and she’d never been so turned on in her life. Fuck, could he see her honey glistening on her thighs? Hell, she was gonna come just from being stripped by him.
“Blake,” she said, stopping just a few feet shy of the entrance to the restaurant. “Take it easy, okay? There’s no need to worry.”
His brows drew together as he released her hand and stopped walking, spinning her around toward him. He put both of his enormous palms on her shoulders. “No need to worry, baby? I’ve got the biggest drug lord in all of Boston trying to take down The Club I’ve poured blood, sweat, and tears into for longer than you’ve walked this earth. I’ve got my woman on my arm, about to find out if our lives are going to change forever. And I’ve got to face her brother, who I love like he was my own flesh and blood , and tell him that I’m with his baby sister. And he knows what it means to be with me. He knows we don’t spend our free time playing mini golf and drinking fru-fru coffee at the country club.” He ran a hand through his sexy-as-all-hell salt-and-pepper hair and blew out a breath. “But I’m not worried. I’ve got this. All of this. What I’m not is nonchalant about all this shit.”
She let her eyes roam over the muscles in his shoulders, which rippled under the edge of his sweatshirt before she stared into his eyes the color of dusk in winter, pools of dark blue that turned her legs to jelly. “It’s okay, honey,” she said, resting her hand on his bristly cheek.
“Elena,” he said, as one hand lifted off her shoulder and curved around her neck. “No, it’s not okay,” he whispered, leaning in to her as he brought her forehead to his lips and kissed her softly. “But it will be. No matter what, I give you my word. I’ve got this.” She closed her eyes against the rising swell of emotion in her chest. God, this man.
MisterHaven: How’s it going, baby doll?
Elena was hardly what one would call a baby doll, but somehow coming from the big bear of man who was decades her senior, it felt fitting. Between not going to The Club, and her crazy work schedule, she hadn’t seen him as often as she’d have preferred, and she missed him. She smiled as she replied to him.
Total shitty day at work, but I just showered and I’m feeling a bit better.
MisterHaven: Sorry you had a shitty day. Just showered? As in, you’re still in a towel “just showered?”
She grinned as she replied. Seriously? You ask me how my day was and the first thing your mind goes to is me, naked, in a towel?
Heat suffused her cheeks as she laid back, and her robe fell open, displaying her pink, cleanly-shaven legs. Biting her lip, she spread the robe open wider, barely covering her, and pulled it down over her breasts so her cleavage spilled out over the top. She snapped a selfie, satisfied it was one helluva pic. She grinned as she hit send.
Elena’s heart tip-tapped a steady rhythm as she waited for him to reply. Elena and then jumped as her phone buzzed in her hand. It wasn’t a text. He was calling, the name MisterHaven flashing on her screen. She swallowed hard. Was he going to lecture her for being inappropriate? Scold her for taking a risk and putting a lascivious picture of her out there where it could be intercepted by…hackers or something? She hadn’t given it much thought until she saw his name pop up on her screen, and she could practically see his scowl, while he loomed over her, arms folded across his huge chest. Shit.
“Hello?” she said, her voice sounding oddly choked as she answered.
“Babe.” God, she loved to hear him talk. His voice was a shot of whiskey, smoldering embers, well-crafted leather. She closed her eyes. “Yeah?” she whispered. Is this how he’d begin his lecture? Her breath was coming in gasps, and she felt suddenly way too warm even though her robe had practically fallen off.
“Where are you?” he growled.
“On my bed,” she continued in a whisper.
“Oh yeah?” he said, his own deep voice dropping. “Open the robe all the way, gorgeous.”
Closing her eyes tight, she did what he said, slowly tugging so her robe opened.
“You shaved smooth, little girl?”
“Fuck yeah,” she said, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face.
“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice taking on a hard, commanding edge. She threw her head back and gently stroked her folds. She gasped, shocked at how slick she was, her finger easily gliding over her clit. “Circle,” he growled. Closing her eyes, she circled her clit as he said, an involuntary moan escaping.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” he growled. “That’s what daddy likes.”
Her stomach clenched. Fuck yeah. He continued talking in his low, gritty voice. “You’ve been a naughty little girl, Elena. So naughty. And now it’s time you were punished.”
Her eyes widened, and her hand froze. Was he serious?
“Close your eyes, babe,” he crooned. “That’s a girl. I’ve just dragged you into my office for mouthing off to me. Do I like mouthing off, little girl?” His voice took on a harder edge, and she stroked faster.
“No sir,” she whispered, grinning.
“Someone’s gonna remember to watch her mouth every time she sits down for the next fucking month,” he growled.
Faster, harder, her hand moved as his words went on. “I shut the door and lock it, and bring you to the overstuffed chair in the corner of my office. I sit down and haul you over my lap.”
He paused as she stroked, the tension mounting, her hand shaking.
“You with me in this?” she whispered.
She heard his growl on the other end of the phone. “Fuck yeah.” God, she’d never gotten a guy off on the phone, but the very idea of him with her, fisting his cock as she…
“You’re gonna lose that skirt, little girl,” he growled. “I’m pulling it off, and baring your ass over my knee.”
Harder, faster, fuck she was gonna come.
“You taste like honey and butter,” Blake said, his low voice in her ear causing her nipples to harden. She was straddling his lap on the leather couch in his living room, having just polished off the last bite of baklava, and they were celebrating the evening alone.
“You taste like masculinity and sex,” she countered, running her fingers around the back of his neck and drawing his mouth closer to hers, as he growled in her throat and tightened his grip on her ass. “I fucking love it.”
“You swear like a goddamned truck driver,” he bit out, leaning his mouth closer to ear and taking her lobe into his mouth with his teeth.
“No shit,” she responded, pulling back and meeting his eyes. “What are you gonna do about it, old man?”
“Naughty little brat,” he growled, and she shrieked as his hands went to her top, yanking it up, nimbly unfastening her bra, before his hands found her nipples and squeezed. “You really don’t want to test me, Elena,” he said, sobering, his voice dropping as his eyes narrowed. He twisted his hands, and she braced herself. The sharp bite of pain faded to a tingle. “You’ll do as you’re told, little girl,” he said, his smoky voice like whisky on ice, brisk but biting. “I’m not shittin’ around with your safety. And there’s a limit to how far you can push me, Elena. I don’t expect meek and mousy from you. No, baby, that isn’t you, and I get that,” he said, his hands kneading her breasts now, as flames flickered in her nether regions, her pussy convulsing with need. Oh God.
Her mouth opened, panting, as he laced his fingers through her hair and tugged her head back, pulling her ear to his mouth. “I owe you a spanking, young lady. You endangered yourself when you disobeyed me. And because of what you did, you’ve raised suspicion by plastering your name all over the internet. I don’t give a shit who comes after me, but you’ll answer for putting yourself on their radar.”
She swallowed, her heart racing as her pussy throbbed with need, but at the same time her ass tingled at the memory of his leather on her naked skin, and his enormous hand branding her with punishing strikes. Through the haze of arousal, she looked into his eyes. “And what if I say no?” she said, not able to help herself from pushing, testing, craving his mettle and dominance. “What if I refuse to submit?”
His eyes darkened, his brows drawing together with a startling sternness that made her shiver deliciously. “Refuse to submit?” he asked. “I didn’t ask you to submit, little girl. I told you you were getting a spanking.”
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.
Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
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Sins of Odyssey, book 3
by Kathy Kulig
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Scorching. Raw. Forbidden. Every submissive craves Master Adrian Cayne’s commands and relentless determination to bring them to the point of exquisite pain and pleasure. Because of the intensity of his sessions, he’ll only take experienced subs until Emma arrives at Dark Odyssey. He’s impressed and attracted to her beauty and enthusiasm. But before he’ll take her on, she must pass a series of seductive tests of increasing intensity to see if she’s receptive to his unique and dark skills.
Emma Fallon is known to thoroughly research her articles for the tabloid magazine Scandal. With her job and career on the line, she must go undercover to write a lurid and gossipy story about Dark Odyssey, a hedonistic club. While the assignment is her chance to indulge in her taboo desires for the sex she craves as a submissive, her heart isn’t in it because she’s falling for Adrian.
Raw, hot passion draws them past guarded limits, but when secrets are revealed and trust is broken, can true love save their torn hearts?
The dress was way too short and the heels meant for fucking not walking, but she wouldn’t back out now. Parked across from the entrance of the exclusive sex club Dark Odyssey, Emma Fallon watched another car pull up and the driver hand the invitation to the guard. The wrought-iron gate slowly swung to the side and the car sped up the drive.
She pulled the invitation out of her tiny purse. It had taken her weeks to get it. If she chickened out now, she might never get another chance. Not to mention her boss would be pissed if she missed her deadline for Scandal magazine.
Emma believed thorough research created the best articles. When given an assignment to write about the hazards of bungee jumping, she leapt off the Royal Gorge Suspension Bridge in Colorado. Another job sent her investigating the recent cavern scuba diving deaths and initiated her scuba certification in the watery depths of Devil’s Eye in central Florida. Rock climbing, boat racing, running with the bulls, she preferred hands-on research, thrived on it.
That’s what gave her stories the edge and juice her readers and boss craved. Those details would get her the hell up and out of the tabloid rag and eventually into a dream job like USA Today, New York Times or Sports Illustrated if she was lucky.
She’d made some good contacts along the way. Now all she needed was a good recommendation from her boss. This particular story left a churning in her stomach. There was something beyond unethical about digging into people’s sex lives, especially ones with a kinky side. Her articles at Scandal had to have scandalous twists to them. Her boss clearly demanded a detailed exposé uncovering several high-profile celebrities who regularly visited the club and exposing their kinky preferences.
When she’d told her boss, Vivian Pearlman, to find another reporter, Vivian reminded Emma of the contacts she had at the various prestigious papers. Career blackmail.
As Emma stared at the entrance of the exclusive club, she clutched the invitation in her hands. What would Jake think of her if he knew she visited a BDSM club? Jake had been gone for over a year. It didn’t matter what he would think. She squeezed her eyes shut as the heaviness in her heart returned. The image of twisted metal after his motorcycle crash flashed across her mind. She may never look at another motorcycle the same way again. But it was time to let him go, and shove the pain aside so she could date again. For this assignment, she doubted she would have to have sex with anyone. Could she convince those in the BDSM lifestyle she was a newbie and curious, instead of a reporter?
UNBOUND. PASSION. EXPOSED. A billionaire makes a naughty offer she can’t refuse. But can two lovers survive the consequences?
On the verge of financial disaster, Destiny Noir accepts a daring offer at Dark Odyssey that could solve all her troubles. Dark Odyssey, a hedonistic club in a mansion along the South Florida coast, caters to the rich and powerful, providing discreet and sexy entertainment to satisfy their clients’ sinful requests. The money and scorching sex is too good to refuse, and she’s buried under college loans and about to lose her home. Should be fun and sexy, right? But there are always risks, especially when this exciting, well-paying side job spins out of control.
Destiny and her lover Darius Logan are drawn into a rich and power-hungry world where sex is a game of entertainment, power struggles and manipulation. When their clients begin demanding special favors–slave services on a billionaire’s yacht, then a public ménage at a CEO’s cocktail party. Destiny realizes their arrangement might be too good to be true. Soon passion becomes an obsession. And a billionaire’s demands expose dangerous truths and threaten to destroy her–and their love–forever.
One naughty woman with kinky desires. Two bad boys thrilled to indulge her wicked fantasy for one night only. But what happens when love gets in the way?
Mariko Maguire refuses to let another man break her heart. So why not indulge in a sexual fantasy? If she’s daring enough, she’ll abandon prior commitments, shed inhibitions for one wickedly lustful evening in the exclusive adult club, Dark Odyssey.
Justin is a college professor who must confront secrets and regrets from his past. He’s thrilled to awaken the potent heat of desire within the beautiful Mariko. He wants her, he’s obsessed with her, but is she ready for what he has in mind? Carter, a commercial pilot, is always looking for a new sexual adventure and more than willing to be Mariko’s escort. A hot ménage could be in their kinky future, but what happens when love gets tossed into the middle?
As one passionate night takes an unexpected turn, whose heart will break and who will walk away from a night at Dark Odyssey they’ll never forget?
Kathy is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling novelist of erotic contemporary and paranormal romance. She’s a science geek by day and escapes into her writer’s world at night. Known for writing dark and edgy stories, Kathy’s books are passionate, emotionally-charged and always have a happy ending. She began her writing career in journalism, publishing articles in magazines and newspapers. Now she lives in a fantasy world making up sexy stories to entice her readers.
When she’s not writing, she loves to work out, travel, read stacks of books, watch movies and have dinners out with her darling husband. She lives in Pennsylvania in a 100 year-old Victorian house with a garage built out of reject tombstones.
Carnal series, book 4 & Prequel to Carnal Whispers, book 3
by Reily Garrett
Genre: romantic suspense with BDSM and paranormal elements
Life on the street molds emotional athletes.
Three years ago, her brother’s death marked the beginning of Kendra’s new life, an existence with no home, no family, and no friends. Time in the underground byways toughened her emotional shell with the loose association of like-minded street rats where survival meant compromise and constant vigilance.
Before he died, Billy had sent her a package in care of his teammate, Conner. For Kendra, re-entrance into polite society comes with a deadly price, as betrayal comes from both sides of the grave.
Conner Crofton owns the BDSM club Ambrosia. After failing to protect his teammate on their last covert mission, penance takes form as a promise to safeguard Billy’s little sister, a girl he’d unknowingly remanded to a world of darkness and uncertainty, deception and psychopathic stalkers.
The past will always haunt us. Each must earn forgiveness and trust as passion, guilt, deception, and betrayal, interweave a destiny formed long ago. A romantic suspense with a twist.
“You? You own this animated horror show? Conner, what happened to you?” A decade ago, he and Billy had filled her head with fantasies only an innocent could dream, back when sex in a t-shirt carried the easy grace of a natural predator and filled her delusions of eternal love. Time had lent fuel to her imagination. Like a boiler that continued to build up too much pressure, her thoughts skated along the razor’s edge of a volcano. The age-old longing persisted despite current reality’s intervention and the memory of how Conner had led Billy into the military, to his death.
“Hello, Kendra. I’m glad you and your band could make it tonight. I look forward to hearing you sing again.” That sweltry intonation could curl an iron bar, yet there dwelt a deep sadness, as if memories pulled him down a road too often traveled.
An audible gulp. Her mouth opened and closed several times without issuing a sound.
She couldn’t look at him, not when her face flamed with the memories of first infatuation. The disappointment invading her mind now stung the back of her eyelids. “When did you turn into a pervert?” It was too much to bear. She needed the quiet and peaceful white noise of the street, wind chimes on someone’s front porch, a car backfiring, a breeze sifting through the trees and blowing the road’s detritus in small dust devils.
“Nice place you have here, Mr. Crofton.” Daeron, ever the peacemaker, stepped forward to shake Conner’s hand.
“Yeah, all it needs is some spider architecture, pointed hats, and magic wands. Oh, and I think you’re missing a vat of boiling oil.” Mumbled words lost the bite of her intent.
“Can’t say spiders do much for me, but we do have plenty of oil and violet wands. Most women think of them as magic.” Conner’s husky laugh scorched the knot in her throat like melted sand, changing its consistency until acid threatened to spew forth.
“Looks damn interesting.” Daeron’s comment would earn him an all-out brawl later.
Freaking traitor. Men always stick together.
After a moment, Conner’s words sank in. No!
“Violet? You’re gay?”
It seemed bystanders thought her a comedian or imbecile, their laughter creating more blazing heat to encompass her face.
Marc, brother of her current tormentor, took pity as he stepped forward. “Hi, Mackendra. It’s been a long time.” Sympathy radiated from him in waves to envelop her in a maelstrom of cloying, sickly sweet flashbacks she couldn’t handle. Of the four brothers, he’d been the nice one.
“Hi, Marc. Let me guess, you’re also part of this zoo?” Regardless of his intended sincerity, she couldn’t rest her gaze on either man. “This den of perverts?”
“You got it, hon. You ready to work? I’ve missed hearing your zany and spirited songs.” Marc stepped forward to offer a hug yet stopped short of contact.
No! She couldn’t abide the company of men whose lives had been twisted by pain and despair, the last men to see her brother alive. Conner’s presence ushered Billy’s last words to fill her mind before he ditched her for another military stint, his final tour. “You’re being selfish, mongrel. I need to do this, protect my brothers. You’ll be safe here, yet they won’t be unless I go back. When I return, we’ll start a new chapter in life, together.”
Well that sure as hell happened. Just not the way I’d planned.
The physical ache in her heart wasn’t relieved with the pressure of fist against chest. She turned and ran, just as she always did when the agony of memories washed over her. She would never again allow anyone to witness her suffering.
An impulsive decision can alter the course of your life.
Adara’s enigmatic and sexy boss asks her a simple question. “How are you going to celebrate your twenty-first birthday?” Sounds innocent enough, until he suggests she go to Ambrosia, the infamous BDSM club.
Since her adoptive parents died six years ago, she’s accumulated innumerable scars and bruises from her twisted uncle and cousin. She doesn’t want more. When Julien invades her personal space, her body goes into panic mode, her mind simply shuts down.
After he finagles her under his protective wing, all hell breaks loose. A psychopathic killer is leaving him notes and packaged body parts. The warning is clear—Adara is off limits.
While evading Adara’s sadistic family and an unknown psychopathic stalker, passion ignites. In progressive increments, Julien fans her spark of infatuation into a raging inferno. Can Adara learn that perhaps not all men are evil and just maybe…whips can be fun?
Who do you count on in your darkest hour?
Callie, an extraordinary genius raised in a Think Tank superstructure, has unique talents sought by scientists and terrorists alike.
A botched rescue attempt hurls her into a world of spies and terrorists while leaving her to adapt to a sexual mutilation that will last her lifetime.
Nate, an ex-Special Forces private investigator, is unprepared for cyclone Callie sideswiping his life during a meet and greet at his BDSM club. After an old team mate is assassinated, he must ferret out a traitor while keeping Callie from the radicals’ clutches.
From their first meeting, Callie embodies an otherworldly aura with mysteries neither his heart nor mind can refuse to unravel as he helps them navigate a world of sensual exploration and betrayal.
TRIGGER WARNING: 18+
Genital mutilation subject ramifications discussed in this book, which may be triggering or deeply disturbing to some readers. Please do not be afraid to put it down and walk away, or skip certain chapters.
To delve into another’s mind is to revel in the depths of truth, cringe in the face of past and imagined horrors, and suffer their dreams, all while searching for balance and serenity.
Daniele is a mysterious, gentle, and loyal young woman harboring knowledge capable of destroying millions. Thumbing her nose at fate, she hides in plain sight while concealing her extraordinary talent, enduring isolation despite her fantasies of a normal life.
Marc, owner of the BDSM club, Ambrosia, is determined to protect the elusive beauty stalked by a psychopathic killer. Hidden underneath her vulnerability, he senses a courage and determination forged from horrific circumstances. While adapting unique scenes to free her from fear and low self-esteem, he strives to stay one step ahead of a branch of the government answering to no one.
Each must rely on the other to survive a world where betrayal and deception, desire and trust, weave a fabric that threatens their sanity.
TRIGGER WARNING: 18+
This book contains BDSM scenes that may be triggering or deeply disturbing to some readers. If this book is triggering to you, do not be afraid to put it down and walk away
Prequel to Carnal Whispers, book 3
The strength to bend fate lies in our minds as well as our actions.
An extraordinary ability cursed her existence, but Dani’s alienation from society’s mainstream can’t dampen her commitment to help another genetic oddity hunted due to a unique DNA sequence.
Through the terror of avoiding a sniper’s bullet and nature’s temper tantrum, she struggles to deliver a warning in hopes of saving a like-minded, young woman. Dani’s ability is both a blessing and a curse. Those who would use her for their own ends would kill to control her, yet it’s her ability that allows her to seek out and help others.
Here is a riveting, fast-paced prequel to entertain while kindling contemplation of the metaphysical world.
Shadows obscured the myriad, nebulous phantoms that Dani’s imagination conjured sliding underneath the water’s stygian surface while concealing her criminal activity. The choppy waves’ rhythmic slapping against the decking’s underbelly kept time with her quiet inhalations as the first frozen flakes of snow melted on her bare neck, sending an icy chill to spiral down and curl around each vertebra. Tendrils of naked fear snaked outward in a labyrinthine crawl to disrupt her previously steady hands as she once again prodded her conscience with the justification for borrowing this small skiff.
I have to warn Jake about the foreign bastards after his girl, Callie. Cursed with an extraordinary intelligence and a talent any government would kill to control, Callie deserved a chance at freedom, even if it entailed constant vigilance.
Trust in technology proved difficult considering the limitless electronic reach of the outsiders. Old-fashioned stealth was safer when many could demolish privacy with a few clicks at their keyboard. The group she intended to expose considered laws for the mass populace a bogus endeavor. She hadn’t spent years hiding in plain sight to act recklessly now when her own demons, guised in the form of a previous foster family, were equally desperate to reacquire her.
Tonight, stealth included significant risk.
Gloves, a shield against the cold and from leaving fingerprints behind, made it difficult to untangle the cleat hitch securing the small wooden boat bumping against the dock. Improperly secured, the rope wrapped each cleat horn twice in defiance of her need for a speedy departure. Using her flashlight now might hasten her departure but also might alert someone in the nearby home to her presence.
This legal infraction signified nothing in the grand scheme of things. If the foreign asshats tracking Callie came across Dani, her life would be forfeit in the time it took to pull the trigger. She’d bring the wooden craft back before midnight after delivering her message.
Taking the small dory from a private dock had seemed to make sense at the time, with no security personnel, no gates, and no discernable alarms. Now, as her heart raced wildly and the cold breeze swept away the perspiration dotting her brow, her sanity came into question.
With the release of the last knot came a frustrated sigh. If she was late to the rendezvous, Jake would leave and her warning would go undelivered. She’d risked much in the past month in her bid to free Callie, held prisoner in the bowels of a think tank due to her extraordinary mind. Though they’d never met, after learning of Callie’s unique psychic abilities, so similar to her own, the compulsion to see her free had overpowered rational thought.
If all had gone well three nights ago, Callie was now free of the Institution, yet the wardens who’d raised her would go to the ends of the earth to recapture the unique young woman. Still, she was unaware of the foreigners plotting her abduction.
Why isn’t Franklin answering his phone?
A hundred yards away, the house remained dark except for an outside security light, the inhabitants probably tucked in their warm beds, dreaming of snowball fights and sledding during their snow days. A life she’d enjoyed only in her imagination.
The sky’s cap was lower now than even an hour ago. Darker too. The cloud’s ever-increasing burden of frozen crystals would soon smother the world in a late-season, brief visit in spite of the temperature hovering above freezing.
Her muscles protested the stretch when she stood and rolled her neck and arms to relieve the spasm spanning her shoulder blades. The sooner she finished this dangerous task, the sooner she’d go back to her uneventful life, concealing her uniqueness behind a veterinary assistant’s quiet and humble facade.
After dropping the line, she stumbled over the rowlock when something nudged her thigh. Lips locked tight between her teeth muffled the scream threatening to broadcast her nefarious activities. Anyone near should feel the vibrations of her rampaging heart. To be caught before delivering her message would leave many lives at risk.
Precarious balance forced her to step down to the craft’s slippery seat, windmilling her arms in a bid to avoid the freezing water. Fate had never been her friend, and now conspired to thwart her best efforts. Losing the battle for equilibrium, she lurched forward, sliding on the slickened floor and striking her elbow on the quarter knee in an attempt to remain inside the boat. Her waist-length braid snagged on the oarlock, bringing tears to cool on her lashes. After several attempts and accumulating new bruises, she managed to slide onto the seat, her jeans instantly soaking up the moisture. Great. At least her small flashlight remained dry in her jacket’s zippered breast pocket. I’m not cut out for this crap.
The quiet chuffing of the golden retriever did nothing to settle her nerves in light of his subdued excitement. If he became more vocal and floodlights spotlighted her criminal undertaking, she’d make an excellent target with a watery grave already prepared. Oblivious to her desperate plight, the wide, doggy grin and weight shifting between his front feet broadcast his eagerness to join her for the late-night escapade. “Go home, boy. You shouldn’t be here. This is dangerous.”
Part of her unique talent insured that dogs, cats, and horses all loved her, which was great at work. Dr. Carari had hired her five minutes into her interview when one of the problem patients had scrambled onto Dani’s lap. The dog in question supposedly hated people, especially veterinarians.
The first leg of her journey entailed defying the river’s current surging in a roiling, angry tempest, threatening all but the strongest-willed to test their mettle. Her objective to hug the shoreline necessitated chancing undercut banks, overhanging sweepers, and sieve-like obstacles waiting beneath the smoother surface along the edge, and had made sense in her head. Reality declared her attempt at playing superhero foolish and a recipe for disaster. She’d purposefully chosen a meeting point upriver to use the current in her favor should unforeseen circumstances necessitate a quick escape.
“C’mon, boy, go home. This water is too cold for you to survive if anything goes wrong. I can’t risk it no matter how much I need someone to listen to my ramblings.”
Reily’s employment as an ICU nurse, private investigator, and work in the military police has given her countless experiences in a host of different environments to add a real world feel to her fiction.
Though her kids are her life, writing is Reily’s life after. The one enjoyed…after the kids are in bed or after they’re in school and the house is quiet. This is the time she kicks back with laptop and lapdog to give her imagination free rein.
In life, hobbies can come and go according to our physical abilities, but you can always enjoy a good book. Life isn’t perfect, but our imaginations can be. Relax, whether it’s in front of a fire or in your own personal dungeon. Take pleasure in a mental pause as you root for your favorite hero/heroine and bask in their accomplishments, then share your opinions of them over a coffee with your best friend (even if he’s four legged). Life is short. Cherish your time.
BY ERIN CRISTOFOLI
“You can call me Sir.”
Left with no option but to leave the only life she has ever known, Katherine White has packed up and moved almost three thousand kilometres for a chance at a new start, with a new job, in a new city.
When her best friend drags her to a masquerade party on only her second night in town, Kate has a chance encounter with a mysterious masked man that dominates her, pushes her limits and leaves her craving more. He tells her there is no long-term in their future, but he wants to continue to explore their sexual chemistry. The only trouble is, he wants their identities to remain a mystery.
Benjamin Hyde has been burned by love and has vowed to never let another woman stomp on his heart. His days are filled with successful business ventures, and his nights with one night stands at the club.
After reluctantly being dragged to a masquerade party by his best friend, Ben is surprised to find a girl that captivates him and he doesn’t hesitate to take control.
When Ben’s new assistant, Kate, arrives on Monday morning, a glimpse of a tattoo on the back of her neck throws a wrench into his perfectly sorted world. Could Kate really be the one that Ben had hooked up with?
Ben wants to pursue Kate, but she is adamant not to mix business with pleasure.
Normally he would agree, except when it comes to Kate.
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“I will always be there for you, Mady, always.”
One month later, I was slammed with the realization that some things you just can’t count on being true.
College sophomore, Madelyne Stewart, has it all—a wonderful home, a close-knit family, and great friends. But when tragedy strikes, it flips her world upside down. She struggles to deal with the chaos of her crumbling life.
On the brink of failing her classes, Mady reluctantly agrees to study with a tutor. Max Granger drifts into her life like a breath of fresh air. Not only is he intelligent and an excellent tutor, he’s funny, laid-back, and has the amazing ability to soothe her troubled soul. His striking looks top off a complete package any woman—Mady included—would want. Except, she isn’t looking to add anything else to her broken plate.
Can Mady find a way to make it though her pain and see what is in front of her? Will she take chance on Max? Or will the pieces of her heart be too broken to mend?
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Erin was born and raised in Ontario, Canada, where she resides with her husband and two kids. She realized her dream of having a published in 2015 with her debut novel, Starting Over. Making It Through followed in 2016. When she isn’t writing, Erin has a love of most forms of art – painting, photography and crocheting.