SCRATCH (Corporate Hitman Book 2)

by Linden, Olivia

“For this? Yes. It seems I’ve had you on the leash too long if anyone thinks they can come at me. Destroy anything in your way, and I’ll clean up the fallout later. But Jack?” Eagle said.

  “Yes?”

  “You fuck this up and it’ll be you that I’ll clean up. Keep this quiet and get him back. Whoever’s taken him, cripple them until they can’t possibly recover. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Perfectly,” Jack hissed and then hung up. Oh, he’d make sure he destroyed everything. He’d make sure that Eagle would never recover. And when the end came, and they all were safe, maybe, for the first time in a long time, Jack could keep the abyss at bay. Until then, he was going to swim in it.

  The end was close, and Eagle was going to get what he deserved.

  SNEAK PEEK INTO JACK (Corporate Hitman Vol. 3)

  Cold sweat, ringing in his ears, and racing heart. It was always the same when his mind released him from the prison of his soul. Call them nightmares or night terrors, but Jack felt like it was the next best thing to a trip to hell. The screams and tortured cries of his victims blended with his own screams of agony that night he went home to find his family slaughtered. He hadn’t witnessed the brutality, but his mind had no trouble filling in the blanks to show him just how they’d suffered their last breaths. The visions of blood splatter and severed necks and the cold lifeless gaze of terror widened eyes painted a gruesome picture.

  He pulled the damp sheet away from his clammy skin. Resisting the urge to buck against the pain and curl into the fetal position, one arm reached up to ease the tension at the base of his neck while the other wiped away the wetness from his eyes. Whether it was from tears or sweat didn’t matter, he blinked away the residual moisture as he forced his eyes to focus on the dark room around him. The sooner he adjusted to the here and now, the sooner he could push the darkness away.

  The events of the previous few days had left him on edge and restless. Getting more than four hours of sleep was irregular to his pattern. He was up most mornings by 4:00 am, due to the dreams, so it being a Saturday meant nothing. Sleep was a luxury that he hadn’t been able to afford since he lost his family. Four hours was enough to rejuvenate him. Six if his work caused him to exert more energy from his body than normal. The digital 4:05 that flashed back at him proved that he was on schedule.

  His mind began racing with various plans and strategies, and he was anxious to set them all into play. Grasping the cherry oak frame of his platform bed, he slid onto the floor and into his meditation pose. He focused on centering himself. Laying flat on his back, he stretched his arms back above his head towards his bedroom wall, and extended his feet as far as they could go until his toes were pointed at the opposite wall. One hundred deep breaths later and he was ready to start his morning workout routine. Along with working out at the gym five days a week, he did a daily calisthenics cycle that consisted of five sets of twenty jumping jacks, crunches, lunges, pushups and squats. For starters.

  After that, he pushed his body further until the burn became a comfort. It took much longer and much more effort for his well conditioned muscles, but it was what he needed to clear his mind. That was how he handled the constant pain and rage that festered in his soul. Exercise wasn’t his only outlet, but it was the safest.

  Standing, he rolled the kinks out of his shoulder and reached for the thirty pound dumbbell that rested on a metal rack in front of the floor the ceiling mirror that covered an entire wall of his bedroom. His toes flexed against the hardwood floor as he began his reps. Staring at his reflection he searched his eyes, still not finding the answer he was seeking. Was he a monster? Nothing more than a well behaved animal? Was his soul still in there behind the dark black orbs, or was he as damned and evil as the men who destroyed him?

  He received the same answer as always. None.

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  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  OLIVIA LINDEN

  Olivia Linden, a native New Yorker, was raised between Queens and San Antonio, TX. Currently living in Florida with her tween-aged son, she decided it was time to follow her dreams of becoming a full time author. Her creative itch began when her elementary school principal posted one of her stories in the halls of her school. She was just seven at the time, but old enough to understand how integral writing would be to her future. From that moment on, reading and writing became her two greatest passions. It is her philosophy that laughter is essential to making it through even the toughest situations.

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  LETEISH NEWTON

  LeTeisha Newton is the author of a plethora of novels ranging from hot Interracial Erotica, Paranormal biters, Fantasy, and Urban Fantasy genres. She’s known for her extensive knowledge of shifter cultures, even outside of the generic werewolves and vampires, crazy world-building, and making shape shifters feel like they are living right next door. That has led to her being dubbed the Shifter Queen. Some of her series include the best-selling Claimed and Taken Series.

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  Deeper (The Deeper Chronicles Book 1) by allyn lesley

  SUMMARY

  Everything Avianna Linton thought she knew was shattered in one traffic stop. With her life turned upside down, she flees to the bright lights of New York City hoping for anonymity and a new life.

  Rising from nothing, Noah Adams holds onto his power and control with a bone-crushing grip. No one dared challenge his authority until her...

  Avi’s disdain for Noah is barely contained, and Noah does everything he can to restrain himself—a concept he has little experience with.

  There’s more between the two than either of them realize. A force looms near, hovering with deadly precision and motivated solely by revenge.

  Avi wonders who her new friends truly are and if she’s already in too deep. Noah, accustomed to getting what he wants, will do whatever it takes to draw Avi's in deeper.

  Deeper is an interracial romantic suspense novel by new author allyn lesley.

  Excerpt

  © allyn lesley 2015

  Noah shoved his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t touch her without permission. “What’s your name?”

  She straightened her posture, meeting his stare while folding her arms over her chest. “What’s yours?”

  Noah laughed out loud.

  Well look at this. She has the balls to question me to my face?

  He stepped closer to the woman who piqued his interest. “I like that you don’t scare easily. But I asked you first.”

  Damn, she’s short. Her head just reached his shoulder. His gaze lowered to her open-toe gold shoes that showed off the cutest digits he’d ever seen. He appreciated that even in heels he towered over her. Her glare greeted him when he returned his attention back to her face.

  “And I asked you second,” she countered with a hand on her hip. “We could play this all night, Mister.”

  Noah’s gaze deliberately dropped from her tasty-looking lips down to her green dress with the cutout that flirted with her thick thighs. Noah slowly retraced his path up her body and conveyed his intent.

  Oh yeah, I’m so fucking you tonight.

  By the time their eyes connected again, Noah’s grin had split his face, revealing a set of deep dimples and gleaming white teeth. She failed miserably at making
her small smile into a scowl. His grin disappeared when she took a step backward.

  “Noah Adams.” The name you’ll be screaming later. He stretched his right hand out, hoping she’d be polite enough to shake. The feel of her hand would have to hold him until he got to the rest in his bed later.

  Release Date January 26, 2015

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  BIOGRAPHY

  allyn lesley writes real stories about real people.

  As a teen, allyn lost herself in the pages of some of Romance’s heavyweights, trusting that a happy ever after was just around the corner. In allyn’s own writing journey, as in life, she’s learned that people don’t always experience recovery and restoration after a fall. Her stories speak to the gritty side of life where the right choice isn't always easily identified and happiness not quickly gained.

  Survival (Twisted #1) by Rebecca Sherwin

  Available on Amazon now. Revival (Twisted #2) released January 16th, 2015

  With intertwining memories and a world of deceit and betrayal yet to be exposed, Survival, book #1 in the Twisted series, is an intense, compelling page-turner, seen through the eyes of Skye 'the Skillet' Jones.

  A mother. A father. Two daughters and a son. A happy suburban family of five.

  Tick-tock, tick-tock.

  An alcoholic mother. An absent father.

  Abandonment. A family ripped apart.

  Tick-tock, tick-tock.

  Oliver. Beautiful Oliver. My twin brother, my protector.

  Fighting. Freedom. Death.

  Tick-tock, Tick-tock

  Cut Throat Curtis. My fire and ice. My light and shade. My pleasure and pain.

  He taught me to fight; to control emotional turmoil with physical distraction. He had pain of his own, secrets he would never reveal, and I should have known it would only be a matter of time until he left, becoming a ghost in a life I no longer knew.

  Tick-tock, Tick-tock.

  Thomas. My magic. My fairy-tale. The man who promised the happy ever after I’d never dared to dream of. My prince. My lover. My everything and more.

  Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

  But fate was waiting, as always. The merciless force of kismet watched over me, biding its time, waiting to strike; to plunge me into the depths of defeat and leave me with no choice but to succumb.

  It was coming, the twist of fate that would bring me to my knees. It was up to me, Skye the Skillet, to decide whether to bow down and surrender to its will, or fight back, to fight for what I had left.

  To fight for my survival…

  Excerpt

  © Rebecca Sherwin, 2014

  “That dress makes your tits look incredible.”

  Thomas curled his arm over my shoulders, taking one of my breasts, sheathed in midnight blue, in his hand.

  “Yeah, well, those trousers are too tight. I could see your cock twitching for me all night.”

  “Mmm,” he groaned, moving his arm and slipping both hands into his pockets. “It’s been twitching for you for thirty six hours.”

  That was how long it had been. Sometimes we would only last an hour without each other. Sometimes we’d go at it all night, multiples times, until I was so exhausted I only just made it to work the next day. And sometimes we would go for days with nothing but a teasing touch and a goading glare. It was what we enjoyed most. The anticipation. Building the need until it was on such a base level we couldn’t stop for hours. It had been thirty-six since he was last inside me. The only contact we’d had was chaste kissing, an ass grab on his part and a crotch stroke on mine. I ached for him; I would have torn my clothes off and rode him on the back seat if it weren’t for the game. We played it every time we went out.

  Thomas pulled his closed fists from his pockets and presented them to me.

  “If you get it, you go. If you don’t, I go,” he licked his lips and I knew he had a wicked plan. “Pick a fist.”

  I thought for a second, just a second, because I was too excited to drag it out, and tapped his right fist. He turned it over and opened it; it was empty. He opened the other. It was empty too.

  “Cheating, Mr Radley?”

  “We never agreed to play fair,” his voice lowered to a seductive, rasping timbre that resonated through me and made my stomach flutter.

  He reached for the inside pocket of his jacket and held out his fist again. I pried it open and found a small red gem settled in his palm.

  “A ruby?” I took it from him and closed my fingers around its warmth.

  “Red. For Christmas.”

  “Thank you.”

  He always bought me a gift when we played. I didn’t need them, didn’t expect them, but I took them. The first time, he gave me pair of Cartier diamond studs. I went crazy and demanded he take them back…

  So he wrote the word ‘Cartier’ on my clit with his tongue again and again, refusing to let me come until I begged for release and promised not to reject his gifts again.

  I flushed thinking about that night and squeezed my thighs together.

  “You’re wet for me already,” he breathed and turned to look out the window. “I can smell your sweet nectar. I imagine it trickling from you, waiting for me to lap it up.”

  I exhaled a moan, just from the sound of his voice and the images of his head between my legs. I’d gone from nought to nymph in seconds. Faster than the flashy car he fucked me on last week.

  The car pulled up outside Thomas’ house and we climbed out. It sped off into the distance as we waited at the end of the driveway for it to disappear.

  “Ready?” Thomas asked, running one finger from the top of my neck to the bottom of my back.

  “Ready.”

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  Biography

  “Mother of a superhero…Writer of romantic smut.”

  Rebecca is a coffee drinking, music loving, working single mother and writing insomniac. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and when she’s not reading she’s squeezing her eyes shut and willing sleep to descend.

  She writes about serious issues, giving emotional turmoil a twist and adding a little ‘British’ humour and dry wit. Her stories are real and relatable, yet unexpected and unpredictable. Every writer was a reader first and Rebecca owes her passion for creating and telling emotional tales to the stories she has read and the people, places and experiences that have, and continue to, inspire her. Rebecca wants her readers to escape to a world where fairy tales and true love exist, wrapping her stories up with angst, passion and curveballs you won’t see coming.

  Her writing aims to bring problems and tragedies people face every day to light, make them relatable and leave her readers thinking long after they’ve read the last page.

  Happy reading!

  My Never (My Never, #1) by Renée Swann

  BLURB

  Volume One of the My Never trilogy. *
This is a novella*

  Monique Cullen is turning thirty. She thinks a life of cats and singledom is ahead of her - until she runs into her high school sweetheart while vacationing in Cairns. Can their love be resurrected?

  Have you had someone in your life that you would do anything for? Monique Cullen did. And she regrets the day they went their separate ways.

  While holidaying in Cairns for her thirtieth, Moni runs into him. Troy DeGaris - single, handsome and irresistable. But can their love be resurrected?

  A little girl weaves her way into Moni's heart, making her second-guess everything she's worked for. And Moni must make a decision - should she follow her heart and stay in Cairns, or return to her home town and stale life?

  Family and friends rejoice at the possibility of these high school sweethearts falling in love again. But Troy's ex-fiancée, is on a mission to tear them apart. Will she succeed? Or will it bring her to breaking point?

  Excerpt

  August, 2010

  Troy,

  I dreamt I was with you last night. We were skipping pebbles across the river, holding hands. You turned to me and, for the first time, said you loved me. I will always remember your laugh, your smile. They are imprinted in my brain and forever on my mind. You will always be a part of my life. But I don’t know if you will ever see me again. It hurts too much think of what could have been.

  Love always, Mon.

  May, 2013

  My life was over. I was turning thirty. And as if that wasn’t enough, I had a major fight with my best friend of twenty years. Katie should’ve known better, and I hated myself right now for feeling this way.