by Jenna Jacobs
Her shoulders wiggled on a semi-shrug. “Of course.”
“What about them using needles on you?”
She tensed again. He’d anticipated that and made sure he had her tucked in tight, but his bird laid a turd of shock on his precautions, turning him inside out by grimacing through fresh tears. But one thing about her expression dug at him the most. The tremor of her chin. It said everything. That valiant, determined wobble…fighting back images that weren’t dreams. Memories. He knew it as fact now. They were memories.
His gut writhed in a bath of acid. “Holy shit.”
She slammed a hand on his chest. “No. Don’t. Don’t go ‘holy shitting’ me, Zeke. It’s done. It’s in the past and I’m leaving it there.”
“Right,” he countered. “And that’s why you’re still having screaming nightmares about it.”
He watched her wrestle with that, before she pushed at him again. This time, Zeke let her roll back to her pillow. A time and a place for everything—including the silence he allowed to roll into uncomfortable stillness.
Rayna squirmed and huffed. Her chin didn’t tremble anymore. She was too busy glowering up him. “You going to sit there and gawk at me until they ship you out again, Sergeant Hayes?”
He let her stew as he got back to his feet in one precision move. He unzipped his jacket and unlaced his boots then placed both on the floor near her little reading chaise. On his way back across the room, he shut the door with a quiet click. “I’m respecting your request not to talk about it.”
Her eyebrows high-fived her forehead. “You are?”
He nodded once. “Yep.”
She pushed herself up until she leaned against the headboard. “Thank you.”
He joined her again on the bed. “Hmm,” he finally said, stroking the top of one of her feet through a cute bootie sock. “That may be premature.”
Her foot flinched. He maintained his grip on it. “Premature?” The syllables were laced with suspicion. “Why?”
Zeke carefully schooled his features before looking up from her ankles. He’d honed the talent since the age of ten. When he was a teen on the streets, his facial wall saved his hide countless times. As a sensual and sexual Dominant, it had submissives taking numbers for sessions with him. As a Special Forces mission leader, it came in handy in so many ways, the team gave him a new callsign: Zsycho.
Right now, it bought him a much-needed ten seconds. He used them well. By the time he issued his reply to her, he’d swung all the way up on the mattress and gotten both her feet beneath his hands. He leaned close, hovering his jaw over her knees in order to let her see two distinct truths in his gaze. One, for the sake of her well-being alone, he wouldn’t accept her refusal as an answer again. Two, he was more than ready to back that assertion up, even if it meant waiting her out all night.
“Because you’re not going to like what you’ll do in place of talking, Ray-bird.”
Comprehension began to shimmer against the forest depths of her eyes. Her lips pursed and she flattened harder against the headboard. “Wh-what do you mean?”
Zeke didn’t move. He kept his hands atop her feet in a gentle but firm embrace. He barely blinked as he willed her stare to him with equal command. Her nostrils flared and she curled her arms in, surely sensing what he was about to say. And dreading it. Probably hating him a little for it. Like that was going to change one word of what he ordered.
“Show me, Rayna. I need to see what they did to you.”
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The Diva And The Dom
By Isabella LaPearl
Coming July, 2013
Christina wanted to walk out. Wanted to rail at Haden and tell the self riotous prick exactly what she thought of the swinging games he liked to play. Then Jack, the other guy in the group tonight, whose wife was currently perched over Haden’s face, ran a confident finger or two along her shoulder and quietly breathed in her ear, “So have you ever been tied up?”
And just like that, something had slid into place in her mind.
She’d shivered like a pup. Felt the tremor run through her nerve endings in a delicious roll from one end of her to the other, and suddenly she was instantly wet. Not damp either, but drenched at the sudden thought of being tied up and...more by this man. A scarlet flush rose up from her chest and colored her neck and cheeks as she felt his chuckle hot against her skin.
“I think you like that idea, shall we?”
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Thug for Hire
A Beautiful Destruction Novel
In the New Adult genre by: Kylie Gray
Available August 27, 2013
Suffocating under the impossible expectations of her cruel, iron fisted parents while struggling to deal with her abusive past, Nikole Masters has no other choice but to abide by their rules and suffer in silence until she can escape to college. When the seemingly charming Lucas Peterson comes to her rescue, the saviour she is secretly so desperate for thrusts her into a chilling, dangerous game of deceit, riddled with skeletons, leaving Nikole at the leniency of a thug who has no mercy left to give.
Crude, obnoxious and uncaring, Andrew 'Ajax' Jackson is one of the youngest criminal masterminds of the underworld, getting exactly what he wants, when he wants it. Without a past for an anchor and only a bleak existence as his future, he understands only one thing; survival. Ajax has no time or compassion for humanity, much less the damaged broken girl he has kidnapped and yet...
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