Taken…

Just imagine if you had no choice or say in your future. And just imagine if you were required to marry someone you didn’t even know. The Hamptons are home to the rich and powerful, the elite amongst politicians and corporate moguls. BUT… There is a community who truly holds all the power.

They also have requirements that MUST be followed.

I’m also thrilled to say this is my 40th release with Stormy Night Publications, a true honor.

The second to Given, this is Matteo’s story. 

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TAKEN

Winter

Terror.

I couldn’t stop shaking, my hands numb from the tight grip on the steering wheel. I’d never felt the kind of fear that snaked around every vein and muscle, twisting and yanking, a beast clawing at my system. My family had betrayed me, my mother and taken_fullfather pretending for years that I could make my own choices, securing the kind of life that I wanted. Me. Their only child.

I’d been a good girl my entire life, playing by the rules, never once crossing the line between right and wrong.

Now this? What had I ever done to deserve this kind of horror? I could still feel the guests’ imploring eyes as they gawked at me, could almost hear their whispered words. I could swear they’d been chanting words of encouragement, much like when Matteo had made certain I realized this was my only choice. The entire community was nothing but a cult. The fear and rage from realizing the entire situation had been planned for some time had brewed into an explosive combination. I was out of my mind with desperation to get away.

Even though I knew I would never be free of them.

Members would catch me, punish me. Then they would place me in a cage.

Or worse.

I was nothing but property now, at least according to the sanctimonious Sacred Sect. To hell with them.

Please. Please. Please.

“You will adhere to our rules.”

“You will obey.”

My father’s sanctimonious words had been said with a smile.

I had to find a way out of this nightmare.

I could barely breathe as I pressed down on the accelerator. I’d only managed to grab the cash I’d been given inside the ugly Box, the wad of hundred-dollar bills nothing more than blood money, a bribe to keep me quiet.

That wasn’t going to happen.

I wrapped my hand around the beautiful necklace surrounding my neck and yanked, opening the window and pitching it. How many times had I begged my mother to allow me to wear it? The lovely piece was one of the expensive items that had indentured my mother into her arranged marriage. I knew I was tossing thousands of dollars out the window, but what the hell did I care? I refused to wear a collar for anyone.

Including my intended husband.

It was nothing more than a noose.

How could he? The bastard had actually tried to befriend me, pretending he was nobody.

Not a revered god in the community.

Not a beast who could destroy people’s lives.

Now I knew exactly who the asshole was, ugly memories flooding my mind.

Matteo Capodanno was considered one of the most powerful and dangerous men in the country. His influence hovered over various cities and organizations like a black veil of death. I’d read enough about the entire family to know how connected they were.

Blackmail.

Extortion.

Murder.

The Capodannos would do anything to protect their own.

Including Matteo’s soon to be wife.

But only after punishing her into submission.

Me. That was supposed to be me.

“No!” I hissed as I stared into the rearview mirror, able to see the headlights coming closer.

I refused to marry anyone against my will, especially an arrogant asshole.

Everything had come tumbling back to me, including the stories my father had told me years before. Anyone who betrayed the sect was punished, several facing a horrible demise, any possible identification removed from their bodies before being dumped into the ocean.

Or set on fire.

Their families had been shunned, their wealth and power stripped from them, never to be seen again. He’d told me that very story the first time I’d attempted to run away. I’d been dragged back by the same asshole who’d come to pick me up at the airport only hours before.

I would never forget that horrible time. I’d learned at that moment my life was far from a fairytale, my parents abiding by a system that I couldn’t understand and refused to learn more about.

I’d been locked in my room like a prisoner for four weeks. Then I’d been told the story, even shown graphic pictures.

All in an effort to protect me, to help me understand the way of life within the Sacred Sect.

At least according to my parents.

Then everything had returned to normal as they attempted to soft-sell the requirements, prattling on how happy they were even as tears had filled my mother’s eyes.

Everyone was rich within the community, their wealth measured in millions. Stocks. Bonds. Land. Incredible properties in several locations. Jewels. There was nothing that any of the members could want for, no luxury that hadn’t been supplied.

Their price? Allegiance.

Obedience.

Yet I knew they bathed in the blood of others, destroying anyone who stood in their way.

The men of the sect also held power up and down the East Coast, capable of putting the fear of God into everyone from politicians to members of law enforcement.

I rubbed the tears from my eyes, trying to focus on the road. I’d stolen a car. The thought made me laugh out loud. My God, I’d swiped one of the guests’ precious Mercedes.

You will face their wrath.

This was certainly a punishable offense on several levels. I could only imagine what would happen if they caught me.

I would never let that happen. I’d run far away. I’d change my name. I’d lose myself in some fucking jungle if I had to. I no longer cared. I just wanted to get the hell away from them.

To live my life.

The lights were getting even closer. Oh, God. Oh, God. I hunkered over the steering wheel, trying to pay attention to what was in front of me, but the emotions rolling through every inch of my mind were horrific.

All I’d ever wanted was a normal family with a mother and a father who were proud of me. I’d never pretended that I’d find an incredible knight or a hero of any kind who would sweep me off my feet, taking me to a magical land. That wasn’t me.

Now this. No. No!

I’d never gotten close enough to anyone to share aspects of my colorful life. To everyone who knew me, I was a simple girl from a modest family, paying her way through college like so many others. They didn’t need to know anything else. What did it matter now? Everything I’d worked for was likely already gone.

My job.

My condo.

My car.

Everything.

I knew how members of the sect worked and what they could do within hours. I had cash and I had my freedom.

For a few years, I’d believed my parents no longer cared about the ritual, the requirement of all girls who reached the age of twenty-four. After the day I’d been freed from my home prison, they’d never mentioned another word about the tradition or the requirements, even allowing and encouraging me to go to nursing school in another state. What had changed? Had my parents been threatened?

Or was this all about their greed?

***

A powerful Council. Five men dedicated to keeping a tradition over a century old. Five men prepared to do what it took to harbor secrets. They held absolute control over dozens of industries, with the ability to destroy anyone who refused to play by their rules.

Even after betrayal had almost destroyed everything they’d created.

Only their firstborn sons were allowed to take their place.

Danger…

The majority of people went through life never experiencing the concept.

They never feared for their lives or those of their loved ones.

Danger was something seen on the media, tragedies happening to others.

They believed they were safe from the treachery of ruthless monsters.

But they were wrong…

The Sacred Sect was still watching.

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Devoured – One Dark Science Fiction

As you know, I adore mixing up genres. I have a brand new dark science fiction out that’s the start of a series – Alien Survivors. This one is a bit different than you might expect with a dazzling twist or two. See what you think and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

BTW – just a note. I know times are hard and I love and appreciate every one of my readers. Thank you for enjoying my books and I do hope they give you just a little time away from the trials and tribulations we’re all facing!

DEVOURED

SYNOPSIS

My mate was taken from me. It’s time I took her back.

Eight years ago Annabella was given to me. Primitive, irresistible need compelled me to devoured_fullclaim her, but it was not just instinct that drove me to punish her defiance and ravage her beautiful body so thoroughly and savagely. Every screaming climax was a brand marking her as mine.

But she was stolen from me, her memory wiped clean by the same madman who gave her to me.

Now she is back on this planet, and this time when I take her I’m going to make sure I keep her.

EXCERPT

Annabella

Alien.

I repeated the word in my mind, unable to believe what my eyes were seeing.

He swung his head from left to right, the guttural snarl he emitted reverberating in my ears.

The creature’s features were remarkably close to human, yet different in every regard. I knew in my gut that he was indeed an alien, a force to be reckoned with. The familiar term of ‘Prince’ meant the captor knew the alien and his background.

“Such a beast, primal.” The unseen man laughed, snorting in a disgusting manner.

The alien issued a series of low-slung animalistic growls, tipping his head in the direction of the observation box, his rage evident by the veins bulging in his neck. He threw back his arms, the chains rattling once again as he announced his anger.

The sigh coming from the captor was exaggerated. “I suggest you calm down, Draziak. If you don’t, I will have no choice but to destroy your mate right in front of your eyes. I doubt you want that to happen. Do you?”

Draziak.I whispered his name in my mind several times, trying to rationalize what the fuck was going on. Mate? Was the captor indicating I was somehow this… monster’s mate? Oh, hell, no. I belonged to no one and I certainly wasn’t going to be a part of a crazy, sick experiment.

Draziak released another snarl before turning his head slowly in my direction, taking a single step closer. My God, his eyes were penetrating, his anger evident as well as something else, which was utterly terrifying.

Carnal hunger.

Fuck. Fuck! I crawled as far as I could go, my back hitting the cold steel.

“That’s it. Take a deep whiff of her. Then you can tell me if I’m wrong.” The captor was obviously very happy with what he’d done. I knew without a doubt I would find a way to kill the bastard.

The alien did just that, easing forward in choppy steps, at least as far as the heavy chain would allow. His nostrils flared as he inhaled, a look of contentment replacing only a portion of his haunted expression.

“What the hell are you trying to prove, fuckhead?” I hissed, realizing I was treading on thin ice. This just wasn’t going to happen. Not a freaking chance in hell. I was sick to my stomach, butterflies swarming as blood pumped in my veins. Just a nightmare. Nothing more.

Yet I no longer believed it.

My thoughts went crazy, trying to wrap around any concept of rationality. I was studying geology, well aware there were ancient civilizations that had been snuffed out during the centuries on the various outposts as well as on Earth. Famine and plagues had been the main reason for their demise. However, in all the documentation I’d read, the computer searches I’d done over the years, there wasn’t a single being that looked like Draziak.

I was also aware there had been multiple contacts with different alien species going as far back as almost one hundred years, only a few noted on Earth. The majority of contact had been through involvement on the outposts. I’d never had the opportunity to work and study on any of Habitable Units before. Obtaining a position was something to be revered. I’d considered myself lucky to be here.

Why hadn’t the handlers preparing our group for the trip warned us about the fact we’d face an alien species? More important, who was this mysterious human and why was he using an alien as a lab rat?

I tried to remember every detail I’d learned about Bellenia before signing my name on the contract. There were various experiments going on, much like every outpost, yet Bellenia was best known for its valuable minerals, rocks that helped created much needed fuel on Earth. But nothing in the documentation had mentioned projects involving aliens.

“I’m not doing anything, Ms. Caruso. Draziak is your rightful mate and he is going to take what belongs to him. Allow them to have some time alone together, Parker.”

“What? What the fuck are you doing?” I screeched, horrified at the words. This couldn’t be happening.

Parker, the glorified lackey, shot a look at the captor, shaking his head before easing some sort of device across Draziak’s wrists and ankles, immediately freeing him.

“What about the girl?” Parker asked, snorting as he glared at me.

“I think Draziak can take care of that.”

“Wait a freaking minute!” Parker snapped. “Didn’t you disable his powers? That was the only reason I agreed to this.”

The captor issued a growl of his own. “Get the fuck out, Parker, if you can’t handle your task. I’ll deal with you later.”

I not only sensed a hesitation in the soldier but could see a glint of fear in his eyes. Whoever this captor was initiated fear as a method of control.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Parker hissed between clenched teeth.

“Then you will obey,” the captor shouted. “Besides, Draziak doesn’t need anything but his brawn. Now, do you?”

I couldn’t help but notice Parker took several strides away from the alien, darting a single glance in my direction.

And I could swear he held an expression of fear.

For my safety.

Draziak rubbed his wrists, his penetrating eyes locked on the observation booth. “You will pay for this, Scorpion. There will be no place on this godforsaken planet where you can hide.”

Scorpion. I swallowed hard, realizing the asshole in the observation booth must be some kind of mercenary. I couldn’t fathom what the hell was going on.

For some reason I was surprised the alien’s voice was deep, velvety in a way that I hadn’t expected. I was startled to think the creature knew our language. This had to be just another nightmare. I would wake up. Do it, Annabella. Do it. Wake up.

“I look forward to the challenge,” the captor stated, his tone more dominant than before. “You have one hour with her. No more.”

Parker quickly moved into the darkness, obviously eager to get the hell away. I clawed at my throat, still trying to make sense of what the fuck was going on.

Draziak roared once again, the sound one I would never forget. An injured animal. Yet this beast was hell bent on revenge.

I’d never succumbed to any man. I’d always been the aggressor; that is, for the two men I’d dated in my life. Right now, I had no idea how to act, willing my mind to shut down. Whatever the alien was going to do to me I knew the chance was I wouldn’t survive.

The alien gave a long exhale, still staring up at the observation booth, his hands clenched in fists and his chest rising and falling rapidly. There was no escaping the fact he was fully aroused, his thick shaft throbbing. Even as sick as I felt, there was an odd stirring coming from deep within.

There was no way I was excited about this. None. I closed my eyes, wiping beads of sweat from my brow, the heat fooling with my mind and my rationality. Breathe. Just breathe.

I heard nothing for a full minute, daring to open my eyes. The sight of the alien crouching only a few inches in front of the cage door was enough to force a whimper from my mouth.

He was staring at me, remaining unblinking as his eyes roamed my body. His nostrils were still flared and every few seconds he took a deep breath. The moment he dragged what appeared to be a forked tongue across his lips, I had to fight the tears threatening to give away every ounce of fear.

And I was terrified.

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Piper

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My Fabulous Guest – Shanna Handel

I have a delicious guest for you today and I’m highlighting the fifth book in her juicy Billionaire Mafia Romance series – Surrender. Let’s welcome the lovely and amazing Shanna Handel! Yes, you can read them as stand alone but why not purchase the entire series? AND it’s FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription!

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SURRENDER

SYNOPSIS

I’m a grown woman, not a little girl in need of a chaperone… or a spanking.I came here to visit a friend, not to be manhandled by some Greek god.He had no business scolding me, let alone smacking my bottom right there in the street.So why did him threatening to take off his belt leave my panties soaked?

She’s an outsider, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take her over my knee.I could tell this girl needed a firm hand the moment I set eyes on her.She doesn’t know how things Surrenderare done around here, but she’ll learn soon enough.As long as we’re on my turf, she’s mine to protect… and mine to do with as I please.

EXCERPT

Hannah

His hand smooths over my fiery ass. Cups the curve of my bottom. He starts to spank the

tender place where my ass meet the tops of my thighs with soft little spanks. They’re gentle and sensual and make my pussy drip with arousal. Mewing noises rise in the back of my throat. The little spanks fool me as the first stripe of the belt did. Then the spanks get harder, sharper, faster.

Peppering every inch of that sensitive area. Stinging my skin. Making my pussy weep and beg.

“Spread your legs.” He’s stopped spanking now and is rolling my panties down around my ankles. I can’t imagine what he has in store for me next—but I know what I want. I part my thighs further. The plug moves as I do. Stretching and pulling and only adding to my desire. The cool air caresses the hot wetness of my slick folds. I catch the scent of my own arousal. I feel his gaze appraising between my legs. “Beautiful.”

I hear the dropping of his trousers. I feel the heat of his thighs against the backs of mine.

“Please, please fuck me.”

“Only because you’ve done so well taking your punishment.” He gives a dark chuckle as his fingers dig into my hips. His cock finds my slick entrance. The head pressing against my tight pussy. One rough shove and he’s inside of me. As his cock fills my pussy, my breath catches in my throat.

The plug.

His already huge member has me absolutely stretched to capacity with the space the plug is taking up in my core. I’m whimpering, my clit pulsing as he slowly retracts, then gives another hard, full thrust, filling me to capacity.

He pumps hard as he tightens his hold on my hips. His huge cock slams in and out of my slippery sheath. The pulsing nub between my folds bumps up against the firm leather pommel with each thrust, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my overly stimulated body. My fingernails dig into the pommel horse. My eyes squeeze shut. My mouth gapes.

The orgasm building within me is more powerful than I’d dreamed one could be. The tips of my toes barely touch the floor as he fucks me, over and over and over. Every time his hips meet my ass, the plug gets a little push. My clit another rough caress. My sheath tightens around him. Milking him for every ounce of pleasure. Heat covers my body, my breaths come in fast pants. Perspiration trickles between my heavy breasts as I finally experience the sweet release of climax.

Over and over again.

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What if He’s Your Bounty?

I do love my strong female characters and my latest book is no exception. She’s a former law enforcement officer turned bounty hunter. And the man she’s hunting? Someone she shared a blip in time with. Is he dangerous? Yes. Is he dominating? Oh, hell, yes, but there are secrets and lies behind the mission she accepted. Hmmm… As always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

BOUNTY

EXCERPT

Stone

They say treachery is a disease, one that will eat you alive, cell by cell, bone by bone. I’d bounty_bwplayed the game of pretend for far too long, uncertain of who I was any longer. One aspect held true without question.

I’d turned into one dangerous man.

“You’re one worthless piece of shit, Marks, nothing but a dangerous asshole. I would have never believed you would turn. You were a hero, well respected. How the fuck did those bastards get to you?”

“I’m no hero, Simmons. According to you, just a dirty agent.”

“Damn it! You were my partner once and my friend,” Parker hissed as he rubbed his eyes. Yeah, Parker Simmons had indeed been a friend, a man I could count on for years. We’d gone through the academy together, recruited in much the same manner. Both heroes as soldiers in an army fighting evil. What the hell did that matter now? I’d been labeled a criminal while he’d gone onto greater things, head of the entire freaking DEA.

I held my shoulders back, the adrenaline still flowing from being wrestled to the ground, the officers finding joy in beating on one of their own. Maybe I had been undercover for far too long. “Now I’m just a piece of shit. Do what you need to do, Director.”

The memory was one I’d been able to push away up until now. Maybe I didn’t want to remember anything about my former life.

Was I only a shadow of the man I’d been two years ago? The answer wasn’t one I was proud of. I’d worked as nothing more than a grunt for the Red Devils for fourteen months, clawing my way up to a trusted soldier. The glorified street gang had grown significantly over the years, turning more into a mafia-like organization with a man called El Capitan at the helm. As far as I was concerned, Michael David was nothing more than a Gambini lackey.

The mixed breed Italian-born street thug had his sights set on joining the infamous Gambini mafia family, as if Don Carmine Gambini would allow that to happen. I knew all the asshole’s secrets, not that it mattered any longer. I’d been betrayed.

The volume of drugs the Red Devils had brought into the country had been significant, but the man was smart, not just your everyday street thug. El Capitan had washed the money in legitimate businesses, altering his methods of operations several times, many I hadn’t been privileged at learning about. However, I’d been observant, realizing that as intelligent as El Capitan was, he certainly had others backing him, prominent and very influential members of the posh Chicago society.

There were several high-ranking officials from Chicago to points west getting rich off the ‘legitimate’ businesses. Sadly, I had no names and only limited evidence, but I’d been gaining traction until my gut had told me that my cover had been blown. Even Carmine Gambini hadn’t made the kind of inroads that the El Capitan had, something that certainly had to piss off the larger than life Don.

Up to that point, the El Capitan had been impressed with my skills. With that nod of reverence, I’d been afforded the perks. Money. Nightclubs. Even a rather posh apartment. All while building evidence against their organization. And right now? The evidence I’d acquired was likely to go with me to the grave. Maybe I’d gotten too soft.

Or too dangerous.

Whatever the case, this was some unexpected shit. I’d never even considered state prosecutors would send a bounty hunter, let alone a woman. No, I had to correct myself. One sexy as fuck woman. She’d actually caught me off guard, something that never happened. During my limited incarceration, I’d been able to avoid the brutal shower room events because of my intense training and quick observations. Though I wouldn’t have thought twice about slicing some useless inmate for even considering touching me.

The worst part?

I remembered every inch of her sexy body; her rounded hips and small waist, the way her long legs had wrapped around me as I’d fucked her, almost as brutally all those years before. She’d been nothing more than a fantasy then, a moment of raw passion at a time I needed the closeness. What we’d shared had been incredible, a sweet memory I’d kept alive at night for years.

I never wanted her to remember the man from before.

Anger rushed through me, the damn aspect of karma almost too much to deal with. Why did she have to be the one to try to take me down?

This girl had managed to slide past my defenses, finding me in a vulnerable state—trying to get my fucking life back together as well as gain the evidence I needed. This whole shit storm had played out like a thriller novel, only I was getting the short end of the stick. The out of nowhere snowstorm had left me in a pinch. My sixth sense had been useful, notifying me that I was being followed even before she thought she’d cornered me. I’d watched her, observing her actions, studying her training.

She was damn good. I’d have to give her that. Another sickening part about the last two days since the moment I’d recognized her?

I’d hungered for her, falling into a fitful sleep while imagining all the savage things I wanted to do to her body. My cock had remained hard almost the entire time. I’d had no way of knowing who she worked for. There were several options, including the Red Devils. She could be a hired gun for them or the Gambinis instead of the Justice Department. What she hadn’t realized was my level of training, the ability to disappear without a trace.

But I’d made a single mistake, thinking she’d lost sight of her prey.

Letting my guard down to partake in copious amounts of alcohol and a hardcore game of poker at a local dive bar had seemed the least of my worries. She was an artist at tracking to have caught me again.

An honor.

There hadn’t been a single officer of the law in any precinct, district, or federal organization that had managed to hunt me down, including the DEA. Now her. Or maybe I should ask, why her? Maybe somebody had made the connection to our past. If so, they were playing a sick and twisted game. I’d taken several precautions as I’d headed west, but nothing was foolproof.

Perhaps I’d just made the ultimate mistake of my career, cementing my death sentence. I’d turned the tables, shackling and fucking her. I’d always known she belonged to me, my desire roaring to the surface even more than before. There was something about her that unleashed the dark demons festering inside of me.

Almost innocent.

Definitely a fighter.

A woman I craved possessing.

Yeah, I was going to fry in the electric chair.

SYNOPSIS

She came to collect a bounty. She got my belt instead.

I went undercover to take down a mob boss and ended up betrayed, framed, and on the run. Harper Rollins tried to bring me in, but instead of collecting a bounty she earned herself a hard spanking and then an even rougher lesson that left her cute bottom sore in a very different way.

She’s not one to give up on a paycheck, but that’s fine by me. It just means I’ll have plenty more chances to welt her beautiful backside and then make her scream her surrender into the sheets.

What do you think? Pretty delicious, isn’t he? I hope you enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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If you missed my last release, the first in one SIZZLING shifter series, hmmm…

CARNAL

Claiming a human is forbidden, but that will not keep her from me. A beast takes his mate.

For centuries we have hidden our feral nature, our brute strength, and our carnal carnal_fullinstincts. Now, when the savagery of one of our kind risks exposing us all, we should be even more circumspect.

But this human is my mate, and nothing will keep me from claiming and ravaging her. She is mine to tame and protect, and if my belt doesn’t teach her to obey then she’ll learn her place in a much more shameful fashion. Either way, her surrender will be as complete as it is inevitable.

There is a legend, one grown of darkness and strife, rage and abomination.

Creatures so powerful, they are feared above all others.

Predators whose hunger knows no bounds.

The Wolfen.

But as legends go, the stories become tall tales told around campfires.

Until no one believes them any longer.

That is until they are faced with the truth…

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AUCTIONED

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AUCTIONED

SYNOPSIS

They bought me at auction. They’ll keep me as a pet.

Twenty years ago the Malzeons saved us when we were at the brink of self-annihilation, but there was a price for their intervention. They demanded humans as servants… and as pets.

Only criminals were supposed to be offered to the aliens for their use, but when I defied auctioned_fullEarth’s government, asking questions that no one else would dare to ask, I was sold to them at auction.

I was bought by two of their most powerful commanders, rivals who nonetheless plan to share me. I am their property now, and they intend to tame me, train me, and enjoy me thoroughly.

But I have information they need, a secret guarded so zealously that discovering it cost me my freedom, and if they do not act quickly enough both of our worlds will soon be in grave danger.

EXCERPT

Casey 

“I can’t wait to see you punished. It will be such a joy.”

Fuck you. I will kill you.

Clang. Clang.

What was that noise? What was happening to me?

I struggled to breathe, my chest heavy, but slowly the memories began to slide into my foggy brain. I’d been abducted.

Blinking, I tried to figure out where I’d been taken. This had to be hell.

There were no screams of any kind, only agonizing whimpers coming from all around me. I finally managed to open my eyes, biting back a moan. Pain enveloped every inch of my system, making breathing difficult. When I was finally able to focus, I struggled to move to a sitting position. I was in a jail cell. Correction, I was in a glorified cage and I wasn’t alone.

There were at least ten other women with me, every one of them wearing haunted eyes, some covered in what had to be weeks of grime. Every female was naked, vulnerable to the captors. And I could tell many of them had been punished more than once.

For the first time in years, I was terrified.

I tried to scan their faces to see if there was anyone I recognized; the damn missing persons cases I’d been assigned. My boss must have thought I was incapable of piecing together the pieces. The poor girls had been taken for nothing more than their concern regarding the government. My gut had told me that weeks ago. Now they would pay the ultimate price.

Aliens.

Was I being sent to their planet to live out my life as a slave?

“We will be victorious. We are strong, virulent people!”

The voice, the same damn voice I was forced to listen to every single time I left my apartment was there. I was stuck in some vile prison and the damn president’s voice was belting out as if he was standing next to me. There wasn’t a single location, except in private residences, where a Movietron screen wasn’t positioned. The great asshole himself, President Silvio Marchant, believed he was king of the world.

Instead of the horrible, violent creature he truly was.

His various infomercials played day in and day out, a reminder to everyone on Earth that the New World Order had taken over.

Fuck him.

Peace was the only thing on the minds of the people on Earth, going about their day to day lives as if the twenty years wasn’t looming. There were dissidents who strongly believed the New World Order wasn’t who they purported themselves to be. They were gaining in numbers, no doubt a glitch loathed by both the Malzeons and the government alike.

If only I’d been able to remain numb, pretending like the rest of the world.

However, my father hadn’t raised a follower.

I’d planned on obtaining evidence on the president and his cabinet before going public. What I didn’t understand is what they hoped to accomplish by reneging on the debt. They had to know that the Malzeons would retaliate. Something didn’t add up. The informant was going to spill his guts. God damn it. If only I’d learned the truth. That had been the first step in my mind trying to avoid another disaster. I almost laughed at myself for such grandiose ideas. Who the hell did I think I was, Joan of Arc? Maybe I’d just been a fool to think it would matter, as if the aliens would consider my actions friendly instead of destroying every living creature on Earth.

But that’s all I’d been able to think about, or maybe hoped could still happen since my father’s horrific murder. As I shifted, gasping for air, I finally pulled almost entirely out of the drug-induced fog, grasping reality. Everything was so gray and bitter cold.

“We can save our world as long as you obey.”

Another one of the president’s favorite lines. Sadly, the majority of humans all across the world did just that—obey like sheep.

Sheep to the slaughter.

A cold chill shifted down my spine. The man was far too powerful, his cabinet members no better than he was.

I was an elite member of law enforcement, a group comprised of the men and women who’d endured years of specialized training, and given certain clearances within the government. The New World Order was afraid. Now I was nothing but a prisoner.

A cold chill swept over me as I scanned the perimeter of the cage, doing everything I could to calm my ragged breathing.

I’d heard of this place, a location where only the vilest criminals were sent to await their fate. I shifted to a standing position, cowering against the wall and trying to make sense of what undoubtedly had occurred.

I’d walked a fine line in my private investigation and lost.

I’d been working on the disappearances and several recent murders on my off time, the result of a tip from the informant. He’d claimed he was a prominent member of the elusive government, a close personal friend of the president, and was able to supply me with exactly the evidence I needed. From what he’d told me, he’d witnessed several human abductions, the well-known and often wealthy citizens plucked from their everyday lives.

And they’d committed no crime.

Why? Because they knew too many secrets, perhaps opened their mouths? From what I’d learned, they had no obvious or direction connections to the dissident group, although so much was done in secrecy. But my gut had told me they were a threat against the New World Order in some manner.

No one had cared about the disappearances. People vanishing wasn’t abnormal by any means given the ugly world in which we lived. Then a prominent surgeon had been arrested much in the same manner as I’d been, her incarceration and trial public news. They’d made a scapegoat out of her, attempting to put the fear of God into the dissidents. Recently, the group had begun to call themselves the Dark Resistance. After her arrest, a final red flag had been raised in my mind. I’d investigated, realizing quickly that she’d had nothing to do with murdering three of her patients, but no one had believed me that the woman was innocent. That had been my first mistake. She’d been sentenced to prison.

Or so I’d thought, the public told the same. Lies. All fucking lies.

I’d learned the truth of her whereabouts from the same trusted informant who likely been murdered for talking to me. According to him, the doctor had been used, forced into the worst kind of sexual slavery. That hadn’t made any sense. Only the Malzeons made that type of decision, taking and using women for their people alone.

God. I wasn’t certain what was worse; living life in a cage and forced to perform heinous sexual acts or being forced into hard labor.

However, were humans any better? I no longer believed in good versus evil, right versus wrong.

What had happened to humanity since the various wars from years before? Everything had changed, the new cruel leaders claiming their policies were necessary to keep the peace. The change in leadership had only encouraged vile men and women to take over every political and corporate entity. I knew nothing about King Lorowerd of the Malzeon species except he was ruthless in every manner, his penchant for dark proclivities well known. Evidently, the aliens enjoyed watching the breakdown of humanity while fulfilling their filthy desires.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Now I had no idea whether I should believe what I’d been told.

Out of the blue, the doctor’s broken body had turned up on the shores of the Virginia Beach. That was unrefuted truth. I’d seen her remains, the savagery she must have endured unimaginable. The people to blame? The government. Her death had been caused by human weapons.

And hands.

Maybe she’d gathered information about the president’s elite class, threatening to provide information to the Malzeons, forcing the president to order her death. I believed that with all my heart. It had led me to reexamine other disappearances that had been swept under the rug, ultimately believing every single one of the poor souls had been forced onto the pet auction block, every one of them stripped of their lives.

Why would the aliens buy the line of crap? Had these poor men and women done something wrong or asked too many questions? Was the Malzeon king working with the president for some reason? Were the poor souls actually a part of the dissident group fighting the government and their various rules? If so, they’d hidden their association well.

One thing was certain. I’d ruffled feathers. I’d wanted to right the wrongs and in the process of doing my job I’d lost everything. While I didn’t want to believe they could arrest me, I was beginning to realize that in my effort to find the truth, I’d uncovered a hornet’s nest. There was no way what evidence I’d collected on the various murders and abductions would see the light of day.

Even though I’d hidden much of my findings, along with aspects of my father’s work, my instincts kicking into overdrive, sadly, this I hadn’t anticipated.

Given the Dark Resistance was gaining numbers every day, additional Vipers had been requested by the president, dozens of the them created, and more Federation officers trained. The lies the assholes must have told the Malzeons. People were scared to death and they should be.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

The loud noise brought me back to reality.

I had to get the hell out of here. The biting cold allowed goosebumps to pop along every inch of skin. I had no idea how long I’d been here, whatever drug I’d been given leaving my mouth and throat parched. I scanned the perimeter, searching for the possibility of any way out. There was none.

A thunderous sound created another round of whimpers from the other women, boots stomping on the concrete. They were coming, the Federation officers. And I knew they were coming for me.

There were six of them, all heavily armed, their faces devoid of any emotion. I knew their training, the harsh tactics used when necessary. They were dangerous in their own right, their orders of shoot to kill if necessary, ones they took seriously. I’d always hated them, scourges of the Earth, but sadly, they were necessary for keeping the order.

I remained where I was, attempting to boost what little courage and fight I had left. The cage door was unlocked, the same sergeant approaching me as the others shoved the girls aside. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as he headed directly for me. When he was only inches away, he hissed before motioning to his men, “Shackle her.”

“Where are you taking me?” I demanded.

“To see the judge. I suggest you don’t try and fight or your punishment will be much worse.”

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Havana, Cuba

Revenge.

I’d been called soulless, among other things, my penchant for the taste of blood almost as powerful as my hunger for passion. However, the only thing on my mind at this moment was snuffing out an inconsequential fool. I took a deep breath, attempting to restore my calm resolve.

I’d killed a man. While the act wasn’t something I engaged in often, the fact I had blood claimedasrevenge_fullon my hands, a stain that would never go away, wasn’t far from my mind. And the man I’d spent the last three hours with was the reason.

Music, the soul and breath of life. While I enjoyed music in the background, I’d never been one to follow an artist or give a shit. The duo of piano and cello was exquisite, the notes bold and haunting, intoxication for my ears. I took a deep breath, staring out at the rolling ocean waters, content at least for the moment. Even the scents of native flowers, white ginger and jasmine, were a powerful aphrodisiac.

If I were here for anything but business.

I was the kind of man who crushed my enemies, someone to be afraid of. After all, I was filled with darkness, danger surrounding every aspect of my life. No one fucked with me or my family. The Garcias had ruled the South with an iron fist, my father having established our stronghold decades before. Few enemies had the audacity to challenge us, those who did receiving the very wrath of the gods.

In our way.

Brutal.

Heartless.

Cold.

I didn’t mind the concept in the least.

I especially loathed those who thought they could get the better of me, just because I’d yet to take full control. Santiago Rivera was that kind of man.

Pretentious.

Powerful.

Snake.

I’d spent hours learning all about him before boarding a jet to Cuba. I was no fool, realizing that for all the pomp and circumstance, the wealthy entrepreneur and oppressive kingpin was merely biding his time before he fully invaded my family’s territory. That just wasn’t going to happen. Danton had been working with him for a little over two months, allowing a significant amount of money to be funneled into Santiago’s hands.

Tonight, we were playing a game of Russian roulette, only he had no idea that I never lost.

I’d been given carte blanche since my arrival, Santiago ensuring that my every need and desire had been fulfilled since the night before. Food. Drink. Women. There was nothing off the table. His unlimited offers meant the man was running scared, uncertain of my capabilities.

He was soon to find out.

The cigar was incredible, the sights from his arched veranda spectacular, his posh estate positioned on a dangerous precipice, a warning to all those who dared cross his path. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. I leaned against one of the carved stone pillars as the sun dipped over the horizon, marveling at the crystalline water, waves lapping at the shoreline. The heat of the summer evening was less sweltering given the light breezes while the sounds of piano concerto music floated from unseen speakers, adding to the festive atmosphere, the cellist an incredible musician. I was taken on a beautiful walk through the seductive music alone. Sadly, I wasn’t in any kind of mood for a party.

Or romance.

Traveling to Cuba had been against my father’s wishes, but necessary to keep the peace.

Unless the man fucked with me.

“I see you enjoy our Cuban cigars, Miguel. One of our specialty blends,” Santiago said as he walked closer, his booming baritone wafting over the light breeze. In his hand were two brandy snifters. His smile was gregarious, the twinkle in his eyes suggesting he’d won me over with his charm and hospitality.

I wasn’t a man who succumbed to anything, especially treachery.

I took another puff before answering. “Very much so. The flavor is bold with a hint of spices. Perfection. I will add that dinner was also incredible.” My mother had taught me decent manners. My father had taught me how to handle betrayal.

“My chef will certainly be happy to hear of your approval. I’ll make certain you have several boxes of our finest cigars to take home with you.” As he handed me one of the drinks, his already dark eyes seemed more volatile, his pupils mere pinpricks. He knew he was in over his head.

“How generous of you.”

“As you can imagine, I’m eager to bring them to Miami and beyond.”

Yes, I was well aware of his ploy. While Cuban cigars were no longer illegal in the United States, selling them continued to bring fines of a hefty nature. I knew all about him and his company, the cigar distribution a basic front for his drug running operation. I knew the game well. My family had several legitimate businesses, all while providing highly regarded party favors to wealthy clients. I had to admit that adding Cuban cigars to the mix was an excellent idea.

As long as he understood the parameters.

As long as he followed the rules.

By this point, he’d heard about Danton’s early demise. That gave me a certain amount of leverage.

“You are also enjoying the music, eh?” he asked in a casual manner.

I tipped my head as the song reached a crescendo, my heart racing from the intensity. “It is beautiful, although not what I would have expected.”

Santiago laughed. “There are many things you do not know about me, my friend. The solo cellist is my daughter.”

I was pleasantly surprised, the concept giving me a smile. “Please tell your daughter that I admire her ability very much.”

“I will do just that; however, I am well aware that you did not come here for my taste in music.”

“Sadly, you are correct. I suggest we get down to business.” I took a sip, savoring the expensive cognac, allowing the rich liquor to soothe my constricted throat. I’d done well holding my temper during the four-course meal, listening to his pontifications regarding his stature in life. Any other man would have already been gutted.

I wondered if he was aware of just how close he’d already come to losing his precious hold on life.

“Like father, like son,” Santiago said casually, moving toward the interior of the veranda, easing down on the supple leather sofa as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Like you, I do my research. Your father is well respected.”

“Yes.” The single word I issued brought a single huff of disdain, creating another smile on my face.

I took a glance at one of my two soldiers who’d accompanied me on the trip, their eyes having never left me from the second I’d entered Santiago’s cliff-side mansion. Both Cordero and Enrique knew what was at stake. They also realized that with a flick of my wrist, I could unleash their talent. I chuckled at the thought.

Santiago followed my gaze, slowly unbuttoning his white dinner jacket before pulling out a cigar of his own.

“My father taught me the importance of honesty as well as a well-organized business venture.”

“Something to respect,” he said in an offhanded way, taking his time to pull the gilded cutter from the oversized astray. The snip was loud, no doubt his attempt at patronizing me.

I simply looked back toward the ocean, content in my standings with him. While we hadn’t talked business over dinner, I’d made certain he knew his place in the pecking order. He was as close to the bottom as he could be. The thought almost made my cock hard. “Yes, like father, like son. And as you know, my father is a formidable man. You want to sell cigars in the United States. I can help with arranging distribution rights as well as transportation to various cities. I can also provide you with connections, wealthy and influential clients who will gladly pay your exorbitant prices.”

“Exorbitant. Come now. These are the most fabulous cigars in the world,” Santiago said, finally taking a puff.

I twisted the cigar in my fingers, eager to get this shit over with. I had other business to attend to. “Yes, as you’ve said more than once.” I walked in his direction and while he offered a seat, I remained standing. “I’m also well aware that you’re intent on bringing drugs into my regime, a compromising situation.”

“Now, wait a minute.” He huffed and puffed as he leaned forward. Even in the beautiful evening light, I could tell his face had turned beet red.

“I’m no fool, Santiago, so don’t dare attempt to try and place me in that position. I’ve been watching you for months, your test runs to particular marinas quite resourceful.”

“That’s preposterous!”

“No. We are not going down that road. Cut the crap. We are professionals and we’re going to remain that way. I will make you a deal but it’s the only one on the table. If I leave here, the offer will vanish. Permanently.”

Inhaling, his nostrils flared from the rage creeping into his system. I enjoyed keeping a man on edge. “I’m listening.”

“Excellent. The deal is that I will allow you to provide party favors within the city limits of Miami, but under my direction and with a forty percent finder’s fee.”

“That’s outrageous!”

I didn’t even blink, merely keeping my stare dark and cold. “Then I guess our business is concluded here and I assure you that I have various maritime officials on my payroll. They will be notified to look carefully for any boat coming from two hundred miles in the proximity of Cuba. Oh, and the deal for the cigars? Unfortunately, that will be eliminated as well. I can also assure you that if you attempt to undermine my family or my operations, I will destroy you. I think you are well aware of my capabilities.”

“How. Dare. You.”

I took another sip of cognac, another puff then closed the distance, taking my time placing the glass on the table, stubbing out the cigar. Then I simply walked toward the door, my soldiers following.

“Wait a minute. Just fucking wait a minute!” Santiago snapped. “Fine. You have your deal.”

I took a deep breath before turning around. “Very well. I’ll draw up the papers and have them in your office in the morning. However, I will need a gesture of good faith. After all, I came several hundred miles in order to make this… arrangement with you.”

He remained seated although I could tell he was fuming. He hadn’t anticipated my wrath. “What kind of gesture do you want?”

“I’m certain you can come up with something that will appease me.” I offered a smile as I adjusted the cufflinks on my sleeves.

Santiago pointed toward the half-finished glass of cognac, finally offering a smile of his own. When I refused, his face fell. “Very well,” he said as he stood. Was there the slightest hint of a quiver in his hand? Perhaps. “I think I have something that will suit you.” He kept the glass and cigar in his hands as he walked out of the room.

I chuckled and walked back toward the ornate concrete half wall, staring down at the exquisite and colorful buildings constructed on the side of the cliff. From this point of view, the sights of the city were beautiful. Sadly, the distance masked the crumbling buildings and rundown landscaping.

Only the wealthy were able to maintain a certain lifestyle, affording the various perks the gorgeous country had to offer. A man like Santiago enjoyed his status more than most, lording his good fortune over almost everyone else.

Except those within his inner circle.

Within five minutes I heard footsteps on the terra cotta floor, only this time there were two sets. I didn’t bother turning, anticipating some fabulous crate of cigars or perhaps a case of his favored liquor.

“Miguel. May I present my daughter, Valencia. She is the musician you spoke so highly of. Valencia, this is a very important business associate, Miguel Garcia, all the way from America.”

I shifted until I was able to see the doorway. Santiago stood like the pompous ass he truly was while the lovely woman standing beside him had a furious expression on her face. I’d seen pictures of her in my quest to learn every sordid detail about the man, including his weaknesses. However, there had never been any mention that she was an accomplished musician. Valencia was his only child, at least by legitimate means.

She was as incredible as her music.

“Valencia. What a lovely name. I’m pleased to meet you. You play beautifully.”

She nodded out of respect then looked away, her breath scattered.

“Some respect, pequena princessa,” Santiago rumbled, anger in his tone.

“I am not a princess, father. While it’s good to meet you, I was in the middle of practice. May I go now?” Valencia asked as she folded her arms.

“I’m curious. What game are you playing, Santiago?” I asked casually.

“You will learn, Miguel, that I also don’t play games for anyone,” he said in an offhanded manner.

She gave me a heated glance, as if disgusted with my appearance, now remaining quiet. A good daughter and one entirely under her father’s thumb.

The girl was beautiful, her long dark hair flowing to the small of her back, her large blue eyes stunning. My cock twitched from the way her lips pursed and I allowed my gaze to fall to her voluptuous breasts and slender waist with rounded hips that accentuated long and sexy legs. Even in the simple cobalt blue dress that hugged every curve, she was glorious.

Santiago walked closer, a wry expression on his face. “You wanted an appropriate gesture of good faith. I have something you will admit is truly remarkable.”

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The bastard had to be awake.

“Now, as you might be able to tell, I have a gun and it’s locked and loaded. I suggest you burned_fullpull down the covers slowly and get the fuck out of my bed so we can talk about this little issue like two adults.”

There were no cries of horror or any movement, but I could tell the person was at least alive by the rapid rise and fall of the covers. “I’m going to give you one more warning and a count to three. Then things are going to get mighty ugly.”

Still no response.

The fucker.

“One. Two.” I hesitated. I honestly wasn’t in the damn mood for a fight, but the asshole had no idea the kind of man I was.

Or what I was capable of.

“Three.”

When the covers were thrown back, I was surprised as hell, enough so she managed to jump out of the bed, nearly tossing me to the floor. Her flaming red hair captured my attention first, her voluptuous body with curves meant for a man to hold and squeeze second, and her penetrating, nasty glare last. Her eyes were luminescent in the stream of sunlight and I could swear to God they were glowing with fury.

“What the—” My words were cut off given she reacted quickly and within a split second, a hard kick was placed in my gut just seconds before the asshole managed to skirt around me, racing out of the room.

I could swear she gave a warrior’s battle cry as she fled.

This was no ordinary interloper.

Shock rushed into my system, the mere hint of pain laughable. I knew one thing for certain. Shewasn’t going to go very far in a tee shirt and bare feet.

By the time I regained my wits and raced toward the front door, I simply stood on the porch, grinning like a little kid. Buck had everything completely under control. He’d managed to climb out of the window, his need to protect his master exactly what he’d been taught.

“No! Get off. Get off of me!” she screamed as Buck wrestled her to the ground, his massive one-hundred-twenty-pound frame easily keeping her pinned underneath him.

A prisoner.

My prisoner to be exact.

I had to admit, now that the shock had worn off, that my cock was twitching. Everything about this woman was intriguing. I wasn’t ashamed to admit my balls were tight as drums. Even with a hunk of a fur ball straddling her, I managed to catch one hell of a glimpse of her stunning physique. She thrashed on the ground, moaning and throwing up her hands in an effort to try to keep his muzzle from her face.

Too bad.

I enjoyed the show, listening to the stream of curse words as she pitched and rolled. Finally, she seemed to notice my presence as Buck continued to enjoy alternating between barking and licking. “Get this beast off of me!” she demanded, as if she owned the joint.

“Beast. Well, Buck, I think we might just have to change your name.” I sauntered forward, the rifle still in my hand. Buck’s tail wagged back and forth, satisfied that he’d taken command of the intruder.

“Are you going to get him off?” she snapped as she tossed her head back and forth in an effort to avoid his rough tongue.

“Maybe, but only after you tell me what the fuck you were doing in my house. Breaking and entering is a felony in this state.”

“What?” Her eyes opened wide. “I just… I just found the door open and no one was here. I didn’t think anyone lived here and…” She kicked her foot on the ground and closed her eyes, groaning.

“Nice story.” There was a part of me that was enjoying this way too much. I had to admit a sexy intruder certainly got my blood boiling. I bit back a laugh before motioning to Buck. “Go on, buddy. I think we have her trapped. She’s not getting out of my clutches any time soon.”

“Trapped? What? Don’t you even dare think about it. You’re an asshole.”

“Hell, woman, I’ve been called a lot of things in my life. Give it your best shot.”

“Jerkoff. Creep. Prick.”

Buck whined then dragged his tongue all the way from her chin to her forehead.

“Such a foul mouth. Did your mama and daddy ever teach you manners? By the way, I think he likes you. Must mean you’re not all bad,” I said as casually as possible.

After giving me the middle finger, she folded her arms, giving me a hateful look.

I threw out my hand, beckoning with my fingers. “All right, sweetheart. Enough with the games. Come on and get up. We need to talk about this… intrusion.” I certainly hadn’t seen another vehicle of any kind and she certainly didn’t look like the camping type. My radar was on high alert.

“I don’t have to talk to you!”

Sighing, I shook my head once again. “For a woman in a tee shirt and no shoes, you really don’t understand who’s in charge. Do you?” It seemed like the light finally settled in, her smug look shifting to one of conciliation, but I wasn’t about to buy it.

Yet.

“He’ll eat me. What the hell is he? A ferocious beast.”

Another demand. The girl was a little hellion. “Buck is a black lab husky mix. Every bit of him muscle and verve.” I watched her face pale, her entire body tremble. “Oh, and he’s very dangerous.” The lie seemed plausible enough. Little did she know that Buck might lick her to death, but nothing more.

“Dangerous,” she moaned. Furrowing her brow, she hesitated before carefully moving to a sitting position, realizing all of a sudden that I had a bird’s-eye view of her long, shapely legs and perfectly smooth pussy. The tee shirt had shifted, bunching up by her upper thighs and I bit back my own series of moans. My mouth watered, my throbbing cock now shoved hard against the rough zipper of my jeans. I should do the gentlemanly thing and look away, but damn, the woman turned me on.

She jerked the tee shirt, or I should say my shirt down, her glare turning nasty. She’d even raided my closet.

“Asshole,” she muttered, snapping her legs together, her face shining a bright crimson.

“You’re calling me an asshole when you’re the one sleeping in my bed in my tee shirt?”

“I…” she stuttered, her luscious lips pursing.

The moment our hands touched, a burst of electricity shot through me, yanking my mind in dirty, vile places. For a few seconds, everything slipped into slow motion, allowing me to absorb the beautiful essence of the woman who’d been sleeping in my bed.

Perfect porcelain skin.

Dashing green eyes.

Voluptuous breasts.

I wanted to ravage every inch of her body like some damn Neanderthal. Jesus Christ. What was wrong with me? Oh, yeah. Celibacy.

She tipped her head, staring into my eyes, hers all dreamy and riddled with fear. She had no idea what to make of the hulking man no doubt still covered in soot and grime. I hadn’t bothered to take a shower after making it back to the base. I’d simply grabbed Buck and took off, needing my space.

“Who are you?” I heard her whisper, dragging me back to reality.

I knew if I wasn’t careful, I could be drawn into her web. Giving her a yank, I pulled her onto her feet. I towered over her and in truth, she seemed tiny and helpless as she stood mere inches away, her lower lip quivering. “I think I need to be the one asking questions. What’s your name? This could still get very ugly if you lie to me.”

“Fuck you! I’ll get out of your hair. You’ll never see me again.” She slapped a hand on her hip, further outlining all the glory God had given her. Her eyes held fire and the fading sun highlighted her face, giving her complexion a soft rosy glow. I could see the outline of her hard nipples poking through the thin shirt and every caveman-like desire roared through my system.

I wanted nothing more than to kiss her.

Lick her.

Fuck her.

Her answer was laughable. “That’s not going to happen, sweetheart.”

“I ain’t your sweetheart, buster,” she said, snorting.

I hadn’t expected the hard punch, her fist connecting with my chest. When she swiveled and kicked out, almost catching me in the balls, all the time for fantasizing was over. In one easy move, I threw her over my shoulder, immediately storming toward the house. I wasn’t the kind of man to take shit from anyone, including a feisty woman who thought she was all that.

No matter the condition of my cock.

Buck remained on his haunches near the truck, whining as he usually did when he couldn’t get his way. I gave him a single lift of my eyebrow as I stepped onto the porch and he came running.

“Put me down, you brute! You horrible man.” As she pummeled her fists against my back, my cock only ached more, my mind shifting into every delicious thing I wanted to do to her.

To a stranger.

To an intruder.

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Getting to the bottom of who the hell she was and how in God’s name did she get here? I hadn’t noticed any clothes, a suitcase or anything personal. The terrain was harsh, the fires surrounding a significant portion of the mountain, closing off several of the roads. And it appeared she’d been here for a few days. My curiosity might kill me, but a damsel in distress was difficult to resist.

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“You have always been mine. Mine to take. Mine to use. Mine to punish. And mine to fuck. I’m coming for you, Sadie. There is nowhere you can run and no way you can hide. I. Will.defiled_full Find. You. And when I do, you will beg me for more. More pleasure. More pain. You’ll have everything you’ve ever craved, but only after you surrender to me body and soul.”

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Visions swirled in front of me, vibrant colorations of my naked body being draped over a thick wooden bench, my captor spanking me, the thick leather strap slicing across my skin both agonizing and delicious.

“You deserve harsh punishment,” he whispered, his hot breath skating across my neck and back.

Crack!

The pain was intense, driving me to a wild state, struggling and whimpering. He gave another series of hard strikes, each one landing directly across my sit spot. I was so ashamed at my body’s reaction, burning desire building, feasting on every cell and muscle. I gathered a scent of my longing, my nipples aching to be plucked and pinched. I could swear I felt his hand between my legs, stroking my tender skin, fingers driving past my swollen folds. My entire body tingled, and in my fantasy, I begged him for more.

Only seconds later, I envisioned his cock, so hard and long, the bulbous end purple from his raging desire.

And my mouth watered at the thought of sucking him, taking every drop of his sweet cream. My pussy quivered in anticipation of being fucked like the bad little girl I truly was.

A loud clap of thunder brought a whimper from my throat, my heart racing. He was real. I knew it in my heart and he was coming for me.

The End of Days.

I’d been told for years that the horrific rapture that would consume every righteous mortal was right around the corner. Then darkness would ensue, consuming and feasting. Those who followed the teachings of the devil would be spared, allowed to control the Earth, enslaving God-fearing creatures to do the biddings of their master.

Rapture: A mystical experience in which the spirit is exalted to a knowledge of divine things.

Rapture: Ecstasy, bliss, ravishment.

The meaning in the dictionary certainly gave me several other sinful thoughts, none of them having to do with a beast bearing sharp horns.

I bit back a laugh, wiggling in my seat, my pussy clenching. Such bad girl thoughts.

I’d also heard there was one human female who’d been imprisoned, prepared to fight against the tyranny as established by Lucifer and his followers. She was still enslaved, her mind and body broken from years of torment.

Stories told over campfires, in order to instill good behavior in little girls and boys. Very few believed in the ancient teachings, but I’d come to expect that at least some of what I’d read held a certain amount of accuracy.

Humans, after all, needed discipline.

Evil. Evil. Evil.

The notion continued to swirl around me, nightmares keeping me awake. My eyes were so dry they ached, and my throat was parched. I hated being here. Coerced.

Forced.

Like a good little girl.

I shuddered at the thought. The sad truth? I couldn’t stand my life.

“The devil is amongst us!”

The way my father shouted from the pulpit made me cringe, but he and his followers truly believed in good versus evil. I slunk down in the hard bench-style seat, longing to be with my books and all alone, fantasizing about another life. That would never happen. My parents never left me alone. Being the daughter of a charismatic cult leader meant I was required to attend every service. I was twenty years old and was still controlled by a man who believed I was riddled with sin.

Maybe I was.

I read romance novels.

I dreamed of a dark knight taking me away from this place, protecting me.

I longed for the touch of a man, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. My pussy clenched just thinking about a rugged man’s hands gripping my thighs as he pressed his face into my wetness. I shoved my knees together, terrified that the scent of the juice trickling into my already damp panties was detectable. These weren’t proper thoughts for a minister’s daughter. They weren’t pure.

Evil.

The word licked at me. Shivering, I bit my lip and dared glance around at the congregation as the believers raised their fists in acceptance. Jesus was their savior.

I didn’t have one.

I was shocked that my father held so much control over them, everyone else in town realizing the teachings were vile in every manner. Sadly, even law enforcement had turned their head, refusing to get in the middle of the freak show.

I jumped, hearing the clap of thunder, able to see the bold strike of lightning shimmering through the stained-glass windows. The eeriness of the vibrant caricatures, depictions of good versus evil, made my skin crawl. Even the rumble of wind through the hundred-year-old trees seemed more dangerous tonight, as if there was a festering of evil crouching just outside the doors.

Crack!

The sound was ominous, casting shadows into the dimly lit church. Candles flickered, the howling wind creeping through the aging windows and doors.

“And we shall cast out that demon before he takes hold. Yes!” My father slammed his hand on the wood podium, the clanging noise from the goblet of host wine falling onto the floor more chilling than anything.

I watched as the red liquid flowed from the tarnished sterling silver, everything suddenly in slow motion. Blood. The chalice was spewing blood of the centuries.

“Praise the lord!” the entire room stated. “Praise be to God the almighty.”

I noticed my mother sitting in the first row, her glorious long hair in the required bun. My father was strict, believing that allowing any concept of vanity was akin to following the devil himself.

The old ways.

The old beliefs.

James Mullins had made certain the entire small town believed the devil had found us, threatening all that we had. People were terrified, locking their doors at night as if that would keep away the prince of darkness. I knew otherwise. If the devil was ready to drag us to the underworld, he would take anyone at any time.

His choice.

His burning desire.

I want you. You belong to me.

I could almost hear his sultry voice beckoning me. I twisted my hands, trying to catch my breath as I glanced around the expansive room. Tonight seemed different, another purpose in mind. This wasn’t his normal sermon, the glow and show of a man who enjoyed being in the limelight.

I was sick to my stomach, trying to block out my father’s words. I’d been punished for being a nonbeliever for far too long. I’d also been chastised for wanting a different life. I had to get away, out of this town before it consumed me like it had everyone else. I’d made my decision against my father’s wishes, sending out a dozen applications to various colleges. I’d saved some money working at the hardware store, and if I was lucky, I’d receive offers for scholarships.

If not, I’d run away, finding a community college in a town far removed from this strangling hold of a town. Whatever worked. Whatever got me the hell out of here.

I needed a savior, someone I could trust without question.

Maybe my hunger was simply insatiable.

Fiddling, my mind wandered, envisioning my hero’s face, his engaging eyes and a smile that could light up a room. I shivered as the fantasy continued; fingers dancing down my naked skin, a thick cock sliding into my molten pussy.

My father suddenly threw out his arm in my direction, his fingers flexed open. “Thou hast found Satan and he lives in one of us. Right here. Right now. The devil’s spawn has requested one human female to rule the Earth by his side. That will mean the imprisonment of our species, caged and used for breeding and dark biddings.”

There wasn’t a person who hadn’t turned their head in my direction. My mouth was parched to the point I couldn’t say anything. What the hell was my father talking about? The devil’s spawn? My skin crawled, my heart racing. He couldn’t be serious.

But he was.

“Blasphemy. In order for our species to survive, we will rid her of the devil! We will heal her very soul, erase the fires that burn within. Lucifer’s spawn will not make her his queen!”

This was crazy. My father had lost his mind. I tried to shift to the end of the bench but within seconds, two sets of hands grabbed me, massive men in dark suits yanking me into the aisle.

“What are you doing?” My screech was lost in the sudden hum that flowed throughout the church. The entire congregation was alive, stomping their feet as they stood, turning in my direction with anger and fear in their eyes. “No!”

They believed I’d been consumed by the devil.

“Father. No!” I struggled, trying desperately to get out of the strong clutches of men I didn’t even know, had never seen before.

But they were too strong.

This had been planned.

Oh, my God. Oh, help me, please!

There was no one who would dare go against my father.

The brutes dragged me forward, past the same people I’d known my entire life, men and women who no longer looked at me with anything but hatred.

And pity.

And fear…

“You will be healed, child. We will save you from the rapture!” my father shouted over the din of the room, holding his hand high as if to the almighty.

“End of Days. End of Days.”

The chanting made me sick to my stomach.

“I am not the woman you’re talking about. I would never marry the devil’s spawn. Don’t do this.” My cries of compassion were met with deaf ears. I had no idea what to expect, although I’d heard his talk of exorcism. I’d also heard him speak of an ancient prophecy, crazy shit that I could barely tolerate. I was terrified, every nerve ending on edge. I couldn’t believe he was going to do this to me. To his daughter.

And my mother remained calmly in her seat, her hands in her lap as if this had all been planned.

“Evil child. She is of the devil himself, bred to become his bride. Christ will heal you, child, purge you of your sins. Yes! Praise the Lord!” My father was smiling, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Evil. Evil. Evil. Evil. Evil.”

I heard the chanting, the words drilling into my mind. I had to get out of here. Tears formed in my eyes and I was unable to stop the salty beads as they slipped past my lashes. My entire world was crashing down and for what? Because I was a girl who wanted a different life? Because I simply wanted to go to college and get the hell out of here?

Fuck them.

Fuck this.

I had no idea where I found the strength, but I continued struggling, kicking out at the men holding me and suddenly, I was free. I jerked forward, racing toward the side door, bursting to the outside. Rain pelted down, the wind whipping through my hair, but the feeling was glorious, as if I could do anything.

Free. I was free!

Then I heard them—their footsteps and their screams.

Get her. Get her!

They were chasing after me.

Oh, God. No! No!

I willed my legs to keep me pushing forward, to find a safe haven. Where? There was nowhere I could go, my friends terrified of my father. I would find a place. I could. I would. Shame and guilt ravaged me as I raced down the darkened path toward the main road. All I could think about was getting away.

As the scattered yells increased in volume, I shot through the forest, unable to see anything. I knew my way in these woods, the quiet places I’d gone to think and read.

And dream.

But tonight, the woods seemed as dangerous as the congregation, keeping me on edge, my mind reeling. If I could get to the road, then maybe I’d have a chance.

Where could I go?

Who was going to help me?

The next town was almost fifteen miles south.

Nothing mattered but getting away. I was prepared to face whatever wrath followed, but I refused to be treated like some evil girl. I wasn’t. Tree limbs slapped my face, the pain almost blinding but I refused to stop. The woods had always been my friend. They wouldn’t fail me now.

Keep running. Keep going.

After several minutes, I was no longer able to hear their vicious cries. Maybe they were gone, giving up. Maybe I’d be okay.

Please, God. Save me. Help me!

I finally stopped to catch my breath, leaning against a massive tree. I felt safe, even comforted. Hunkering over, I wiped the rain from my eyes, shivering from a level of cold that bit into every bone and muscle. If there was a God, I needed his help. Now. Another yell from only yards away pushed me forward once again. They wouldn’t stop until I was in their chains.

That wasn’t going to happen. I was no one’s prisoner.

Tears trickled down both sides of my face as I continued running, dashing through the darkness.

My courage bolstered, I willed my legs to move faster, work harder. I could almost see a light ahead. I could swear it, even though there was no way. There were no streetlights, no places of business out here in the wilderness.

There was only the church and miles of trees.

And absolute desolation.

I noticed movement of some kind. I knew I was right. Then I heard the rumble of an engine.

I could see a light. A car. A car was coming. Thank you. Thank you!I picked up speed, heading in the direction of the beautiful sound. Bursting out of the woods, I threw my arms into the air as a vehicle careened around the corner at an excessive rate of speed.

Skidding sounds.

A horn.

A thud.

I dropped to my knees, prepared to die, my arms over my head and gasping for air. “Don’t let me die. Please don’t let me die.”

Suddenly, everything was quiet.

Deathly quiet.

There was a moment of utter peace filtering into my mind, flowing through every vein and muscle. I was almost euphoric, devoid of any kind of pain. Smiling, I took a deep breath, inhaling the most incredible scent and it was all masculine. My nipples hardened, my legs trembling as an unearthly desire raged like jolts of electricity. Every cell in my body was so alive, awakened from my nightmare.

“Miss. Are you all right?”

I heard the husky voice, so dark and comforting, and knew my savior had found me. Slowly lifting my head, the bright lights coming from the front of the vehicle blinded me, but I could still see his eyes. So beautiful. So intense. “I’m…”

“What a beautiful girl. What are you doing out here all alone in the middle of this terrible storm? You could have gotten yourself killed.”

I had to be dreaming. I opened my mouth to respond, but I was far too breathless, my throat swollen, my breathing coming in wheezing sounds.

“Come on. I’ll take you to somewhere safe.”

I was aware he’d lifted me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. Power seemed to exude from every rippling muscle as he took long strides. I was safe, protected from the haunting evils. Within seconds, I was eased into the passenger seat, the door closed after me. A stranger had become my hero. I huddled against the door as he climbed inside and for a few precious seconds as the interior light remained on, I gathered a glimpse of my savior.

Dark and dangerous. The words came to mind easily, but there was more, feeding the unbridled lust that I couldn’t control. He was gorgeous in every manner, penetrating eyes and a strong jaw, his long dark hair curled on the ends and gloriously wet from the rain. His lips were full and luscious, and my mind went to every naughty girl thing described in books I’d read. I could see kissing him for hours in front of a roaring fire, exploring every intimacy.

Yielding to him.

Wait. That wasn’t normal. Shame filled me, slithering down my arms and legs, curling around my tendons. I couldn’t desire a stranger. Not now. Not ever.

But he was familiar. His voice. His intensity. His dangerous mannerisms.

Inhaling, his exotic scent of spices and the deep woods filtered into my nostrils, intoxicating me. I was filled with unbridled desire by his roughhewn looks alone.

He smiled, struggling to remove his suit jacket. Everything about him screamed of possession. “This is all I have. Let’s see if we can get you warm. Now, where can I take you? Home? You must live around here.”

I shook my head, biting my lip to keep from spilling details about my wretched life.

“Hmmm… All right. What happened then? Can you at least tell me that? Were you in a car wreck?”

My entire body trembled as I attempted to wrap my frozen fingers around the material. I pulled the coat over my shoulders, thinking of what I could say. A moment of raw courage replaced the terrified girl living inside of me. “I don’t want to go home. Please. Not yet.”

He hesitated and I could swear there was a twinkle in his eyes.

“Protection. That’s exactly what you need.” His whisper was laced with a husky blanket of velveteen.

“I…” He had no idea how much I wished I could have exactly that, someone to care and protect me against all evils of the world.

He exhaled and the trickling sensations as his hot breath cascaded across my naked skin created the most intense arousal, my nipples so hard and aching. My pussy was wet, and I knew my reaction was a shameful, terrible thing.

Or so I’d been told over and over again.

But I didn’t want to feel the shame, the utter humiliation of being a very bad girl. In truth, I felt so very much alive, invigorated by his presence alone.

He peered at me with those black eyes, drinking me in, studying every inch of my face until finally his gaze traveled downward. A smile curled on his lips, beautiful and inviting.

I want you.

I crave you.

You will belong to me.

Had he said the words, or was this all just a fantasy? The same fantasy I’d had for months.

Suddenly, I was so warm, embers ignited from deep within. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he closed the driver’s door, but I’d seen the look of hunger crossing his face. He wanted nothing more than to devour me.

Ravage every inch of my body.

“The hospital?” he asked. “You could have injuries.”

I shook my head, my teeth chattering. “I’m fine. Just take me somewhere. Okay? Just for a little while.” Protection.I couldn’t get the word out of my mind.

He hesitated and glanced out the windshield, never blinking but I could see the strange smile crossing his face.

“Then I know exactly where to take you and what I need to do. Just as I hoped. This is perfect.” He ever so slowly turned his head in my direction as he slipped the gear into drive. Leaning over, he whispered, “And Sadie, you now belong to me.”

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PRIMITIVE is LIVE

I do love my dark predators. I have a new dark reverse harem science fiction HOT off the presses. Imagine trying to repopulate a new world in order to make certain humans survive BUT you run into true predators. Then imagine when they set their sites on you, craving every inch of you. Well… What’s a girl to do?

PRIMITIVE

There was nothing else but this creature, this beautiful and masculine being.

And he wanted me.

He cocked his head, taking cautious steps, studying me in a manner that could only be primitive_fulldescribed as seductive, undressing me with his eyes. The intimacy shared between us was explosive, so unexpected that I had no sense of anything else but this moment. There was no doubt what he was thinking.

What he was desiring.

I heard his growl, a deep rumble coming from the pit of his stomach. This was the sound of ownership, possession.

And I knew he was prepared to take me.

Capture me.

Use me.

He reached out, his fingers brushing across my lips, issuing a keening howl to the others. Within seconds, I was tossed over his shoulder. He moved swiftly, turning and running even in the deep snow. I was thrown into a paralyzing state, unable to move or fight back. I could just make out two of the others in my group but only for a few seconds, the blinding snow forcing everything in my world into a whirling white blur.

“Don’t,” I said weakly, but I knew he couldn’t hear and had no way of knowing if he even understood. The howling wind became a roar, echoing in my ears. I pummeled my fists against his back. It was no use. I was his prisoner.

I was aware of other beasts, moving in a formation together and even though I couldn’t see them, I could hear their bitter cries, howls and roars of angry monsters moving away from the battle they’d fought.

What seemed like only minutes passed but suddenly I could no longer feel the effects of the ravaging weather. Dazed and confused, I tried to get my bearings, attempting to lift my head. All I could see was stone and a roaring fire. Suddenly, I was on the ground near the warmth. I closed my eyes, the frigid chill making me sleepy.

Hands came from nowhere, touching my face and removing my hat. Then my jacket and shoes. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I was so tired, drained. When I blinked again, it was as if the fantasy had come true.

A face loomed over mine, fingers gently brushing across my cheek. The Viking. This had to be a wondrous dream. He rubbed my hands between his, blowing on them every few seconds. When he seemed satisfied, he finished undressing me.

Others surrounded me, gorgeous creatures with luminescent eyes. I was naked, being caressed and fondled. My face. My breasts. Hands moved between my legs, stroking my wetness, thrusting into my pussy. The realization hit me and I fought back, slapping and kicking until I was able to scramble to my feet. “No!”

Two of them snarled, peering at me with luminescent eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, trying to cover my nakedness. I was surrounded.

There was no answer, merely husky growls coming from every direction. I could see their eyes, famished stares as they inched closer. Every one of them was dressed in thick fur and I could tell covering massive, carved bodies. I’d never seen such glorious men in my life, barbaric and almost perfect. This couldn’t be happening. This was a dream, a beautiful, sensuous dream. “Who are you? What do you want?”

The Viking advanced, taking long strides in my direction. When he stood only inches from me, he curled his lip and lowered his head until our lips were almost touching. Spreading his fingers, he gingerly placed them on my face, adding just a touch of pressure.

The connection was intense, vibrant, and so alive. The others crowded closer yet keeping their distance. It was as if they knew they had to be invited. I was terrified beyond belief but the electricity soaring through us was so beautiful, as if we’d always been tethered together.

He pressed his lips against mine, using his tongue until both our mouths were open.

Until I yielded.

This was insane, but I darted my tongue inside, tasting his sweet essence. He allowed me to have control for only a few seconds before shoving me against the stone, grabbing my hands into his and lifting my arms over my head. The kiss became a passionate roar of two beasts consumed in hunger. Shame rushed into every cell, a reminder that I should fight to get away, to run fast and hard.

Then why was every ounce of my being in desperate need? Why was I burning from the inside out, ignited by fuel oozing from this beast?

He kicked my legs apart, dragging my arms together until he was able to wrap his long, filthy fingers around both wrists. Our tongues entwined as he shoved his hand between my legs, fingering my pussy in a brutal fashion, stretching my cunt muscles.

Dirty creatures.

Filthy beasts.

Savage monsters.

I didn’t care.

I moaned into the kiss, arching my back as much as I was allowed as his fingers thrust deep and hard in rapid succession. I was so wet, seared to the core from his touch. Everything about his desire seemed voracious, as if he needed to quench his thirst, feast on every inch of my tender skin.

He swirled his thumb around my clit then his actions became rough and unyielding.

I was pitched into raw, blinding ecstasy, my pussy muscles clamping around the thick invasion. I bucked and undulated, stunned as I was swept into a raging climax. The dazzling sensations rocked my entire body. I could no longer see or think clearly, my entire body trembling. I would have fallen if his roughhewn hands weren’t holding me aloft.

When he finally released me, I stumbled, forced to cling onto the soft fur covering his body. My breathing was ragged, the climax still continuing. Stars floated in front of my eyes, the joy of the blip in time something I’d never experienced.

A languishing guttural sound filtered from the depths of his being as he took a second step back, breaking the connection entirely. He placed his juice-covered fingers into his mouth, making husky sounds as he licked and sucked, taking his time to drag his tongue up and down every finger. I’d never seen such a possessive look on a man’s face as he gazed at me, his eyes sweeping up and down before easing the fur away from his body.

“Oh, God,” I muttered as the glow of the fire cast a shimmer across his naked body. He was absolutely perfect in proportion, chiseled biceps and carved pecs. Thick veins ran down the length of his arms, pulsing in the same manner as his glorious huge cock. His balls were swollen, hanging low between his legs and all I could think about was having them in my mouth, savoring their tangy flavor.

Hearing other sounds, I dared glance in the direction of the noise, my breath catching in my throat. They were all equally as gorgeous, although their skin was like burnished copper, their eyes glowing.

And they all hungered for me.

The Viking eased his hand to his shaft, stroking up and down. Even from where I was standing, I could see the bead of pre-cum leaking from his sensitive slit. I bit my lip, trying to keep from moaning.

From begging.

I was like a crazed animal, filled with lust.

No. I couldn’t do this. A moment of clarity rocketed into my brain, shame furrowing to the point I had difficulty swallowing. I couldn’t hunger for these… beasts. I was a scientist. I was a professional. I backed away, throwing out my hand and darting my eyes for the entrance to the cave. “Get away from me. I don’t want this. Take me back. Now! I am an important scientist. What you did is a crime.”

Narrowing his eyes, the Viking remained in the same position, folding his arms and a look of amusement crossing his face.

“I gave you orders!” I was yelling at creatures who had no understanding of English. Several of the cavemen inched closer, husky growls permeating the dense space. I took several additional steps backward, calculating the time to get out of the cave. I had to try to escape.

Issuing a guttural noise in order to draw my attention, the Viking commanded my return, using a quick snap of his head.

“Not a chance, buster. I don’t belong to you.” My tone was filled with defiance, even arrogance.

The Viking took a single step closer, his growl more intense and the sweep of his head more virulent. When I didn’t respond, he threw his head back and roared.

I snatched one of the pelts from a pile, using that moment to dart out of the cave and into the storm. Blinded by blowing snow, I took two steps forward, slipping and going down hard. As I started to slide, I managed to see a few feet in front of me and to the edge of a cliff. Oh, God. Oh, God!Before I could open my mouth to scream, massive hands grabbed my arms, pulling me to safety. I was thrown against the Viking’s chest, panting from the terror.

He cupped my face, taking ragged, deep breaths, his rough thumb rubbing back and forth across my lips. I could see a moment of concern in his eyes, but only for seconds. Fire returned, shimmering in his irises as he issued another savage growl, tossing me once against over his shoulder and carrying me back inside.

And I knew by instinct what he was thinking.

I’d disobeyed him, almost getting myself killed in the process. The moment he eased me to the stone floor, ripping the pelt out of my hands, I shivered. No longer from shame, this time because of guilt. I was nothing more than a misbehaving girl.

He’d saved me.

He’d protected me.

This… roughhewn creature had become my hero.

I was shocked when he yanked me around, my face pressed up against the cool stone. I had no idea what to expect and when his hand smacked hard against my bottom, I jumped, whimpering as a slice of pain entered my system. I struggled to turn around, but his hand was firmly wrapped around my neck in a possessive manner.

SYNOPSIS

I came to this planet to study men. I found only beasts.

I was sent to this world to help build a new Earth, but I was shocked by what I found here. The men of this planet are not just primitive savages. They are predators, and I am now their prey…

The government lied to all of us. Not all of the creatures who hunted and captured me are aliens. Some of them were human once, specimens transformed in labs into little more than feral beasts.

I fought, but I was thrown over a shoulder and carried off. I ran, but I was caught and punished. Now they are going to claim me, share me, and use me so roughly that when the last screaming climax has been wrung from my naked, helpless body, I wonder if I’ll still know my own name.

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Imagine the Devil and His Spawn…Sexy?

I think any guy can be HOT, HOT, HOT, even if he’s the byproduct of the Devil. Yeah, I know, I’m changing up history, right? Well, I’ve always had a fascination for the rather devilish end of the spiritual world, including Lucifer. And I’m not talking about the sexy evil eye sexyNetflix show either! I’ve been writing a book that I’ve pushed aside twice (which I never do) in order for another story to take hold. I’m determined to finish this one. It’s sexy, it’s challenging, it’s dark – but not in a way you might think. It also pits good against evil, which is obviously a favorite concept of mine. I thought I’d give you a VERY unedited taste…

RAPTURE

Sadie

The End of Days.

I’d been told for years that the horrific rapture, consuming every mortal being considered righteous was right around the corner. Then darkness would ensue, consuming and feasting. Those who followed the teachings of the Devil would be spared, allowed to control the Earth, enslaving God-fearing creatures to do the biddings of their Master.

Rapture: A mystical experience in which the spirit is exalted to a knowledge of divine things.

Rapture: Ecstasy, bliss, ravishment.

The meaning in the dictionary certainly gave me several other sinful thoughts, none of them having to do with a beast with horns.

I bit back a laugh, wiggling in my seat, my pussy clenching. Such bad girl thoughts.

I’d also heard there was one demon who’d been imprisoned, prepared to fight against the tyranny as established by Lucifer and his followers. She was still enslaved, her mind and body broken from years of torment.

Stories told over campfires, in order to instill good behavior in little girls and boys. Very few believed in the ancient teachings, but I’d come to expect that at least some of what I’d read held a certain amount of accuracy.

Humans, after all, needed discipline.

Evil. Evil. Evil.

The notion continued to swirl around me, nightmares keeping me awake. My eyes ached, so dry and my throat so parched. I hated being here. Coerced. Forced.

Like a good little girl.

I shuddered at the thought. The sad truth? I couldn’t stand my life.

“The Devil is amongst us!”

The way my father shouted from the pulpit made me cringe, but he and his followers truly believed in good versus evil. I slunk down in the hard bench style seat, longing to be with my books and all alone, fantasizing about another life. That would never happen. My parents never left me alone. Being the daughter of a Baptist Minister meant I was required to attend every service. I was twenty years old and was still controlled by a man who believed I was riddled with sin.

Maybe I was.

I read romance novels.

I dreamed of a dark knight taking me away from this place, protecting me.

I longed for the touch of a man, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. My pussy clenched just thinking about a rugged man’s hands gripping my thighs as he pressed his face into my wetness. I shoved my knees together, terrified that the scent of the juice trickling into my already damp panties was detectable. These weren’t proper thoughts for a minister’s daughter. They weren’t pure.

Evil.

The word licked at me. Shivering, I bit my lip and dared glance around at the congregation as the ultra conservative believers raised their fists in acceptance. Jesus was their savior.

I didn’t have one.

I jumped hearing the clap of thunder, able to see the bold strike of lightning shimmering through the stained glass windows. The eeriness of the vibrant caricatures, depictions of good versus evil, made my skin crawl. Even the rumble of wind through the hundred year old trees seemed more dangerous tonight, as if there was a festering of evil crouching just outside the doors.

Crack!

The sound was ominous, casting shadows into the dimly lit church. Candles flickered, the howling wind creeping through the aging windows and doors.

“And we shall cast out that demon before he takes hold. Yes!” My father slammed his hand on the wood podium, the clanging noise from the goblet of host wine falling onto the floor more chilling than anything.

I watched as the red liquid flowed from the tarnished sterling silver, everything suddenly in slow motion. Blood. The chalice was spewing blood of the centuries.

“Praise the lord!” The entire room stated. “Praise be to God the almighty.”

I noticed my mother sitting on the first row, her glorious long hair in the required bun. My father was strict, believing that allowing any concept of vanity was akin to following the Devil himself.

The old ways.

The old beliefs.

James Mullins had made certain the entire small town believed the Devil had found us, threatening all that we had. People were terrified, locking their doors at night as if that would keep away the Prince of Darkness. I knew otherwise. If the Devil was ready to drag us to the underworld, he would take anyone at any time.

His choice.

His burning desire.

I want you. You belong to me.

I could almost hear his sultry voice beckoning me. I twisted my hands, trying to catch my breath as I glanced around the expansive room. Tonight seemed different, another purpose in mind. This wasn’t his normal sermon, the glow and show of a man who enjoyed being in the limelight.

I was sick to my stomach, trying to block out my father’s words. I’d been punished as being a nonbeliever for far too long. I’d also been chastised for wanting a different life. I had to get away, out of this town before it consumed me like it had everyone else. I’d made my decision, sending out a dozen applications to various colleges. I’d saved some money working at the hardware store, and if I was lucky, I’d receive offers for scholarships.

If not, I’d run away, finding a community college in a town far removed from this strangling hold of a town. Whatever worked. Whatever got me the hell out of here.

I needed a savior, someone I could trust without question.

Maybe my hunger was simply insatiable.

Fiddling, my mind wandered, envisioning my hero’s face, his engaging eyes and a smile that could light up a room. I shivered as the fantasy continued; fingers dancing down my naked skin, a thick cock sliding into my molten pussy.

My father suddenly threw out his arm in my direction, his fingers flexed open. “Thou hast found Satan and he lives in one of us. Right here. Right now.”

There wasn’t a person who hadn’t turned their head in my direction. My mouth was parched to the point I couldn’t say anything. What the hell was my father talking about? My skin crawled, my heart racing. He couldn’t be serious.

But he was.

“Blasphemy. We will rid her of the Devil! We will heal her very soul, erase the fires that burn within.”

This was crazy. My father had lost his mind. I tried to shift to the end of the bench but within seconds, two sets of hands grabbed me, massive men in dark suits yanking me into the aisle.

“What are you doing?” My screech was lost in the sudden hum that flowed throughout the church. The entire congregation was alive, stomping their feet as they stood, turning in my direction with anger and fear in their eyes. “No!”

They believed I’d been consumed by the Devil.

“Father. No!” I struggled, trying desperately to get out of the strong clutches, men I didn’t even know, had never seen before.

But they were too strong.

This had been planned.

Now, imagine who just might be coming to her rescue. OR, will she become Lucifer’s spawn’s obsession? Hmmm…

Also, don’t forget, HOT off the presses, the third in the Cenzan alien world. The book can be read as a stand alone, but you will certainly learn a lot by reading Conquering Their Mate and Capturing Their Mate as well. This is Killer’s story…

HUNTING THEIR MATE

They hunted me. They caught me. Now they’re going to breed me.

As far as I’m concerned, the Cenzans will always be the enemy, and there can be no peace while they remain on our planet. I planned to make them pay for invading ourhuntingtheirmate world, but I was hunted down and captured by two of their warriors with the help of a battle-hardened former Marine. Now I’m the one who is going to pay, as the three of them punish me, shame me, and share me.

Though the thought of a fellow human taking the side of these alien brutes enrages me, that is far from the worst of it. With every searing stroke of the strap that lands across my bare bottom, with every savage thrust as I am claimed over and over, and with every screaming climax, it is made more clear that it is my own quivering, thoroughly used body which has truly betrayed me.

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Piper