2 Weeks Left until the release of DEADLY CAPTIVE: Collateral Damage!
Let's celebrate with a look at the blurb and another Sneak Peek!
Let's celebrate with a look at the blurb and another Sneak Peek!
Blurb:
Stolen from a bright life full of colors, happiness and youth, Nicole Reed is dragged into a pit of pain and depravity where all she can hope for is a quick end. But her captors don't want to kill her. They want to use her to teach a little boy whom they plan to mold in their image.
She must free him before that happens. Only, she can't stand against those who hold him, not alone. Her only hope is Vince, one of her tormentors, who may still show a glimmer of humanity.
Or maybe that's just a trick of the light.
Vince and Nicole share a cup of coffee:
Small creases formed on his forehead and around his dark eyes. "Why are you 'fucked up'?"
Seriously? This guy was too much. "I don't know—captivity does that to me."
"You've been treated well."
My brow shot up. "Have I? Well, I guess I'm being over sensitive. I kinda take basic liberties for granted. What can you do?"
He stood and set down his cup. "I don't appreciate sarcasm."
I took another sip and smiled. Guess he wasn't as infallible as he pretended to be. "Well, I don't appreciate being kidnapped and raped. But we don't always get what we want."
"No, I suppose we don't." He traced the open collar of his black silk shirt, revealing just the top of a very hard, very well defined chest. Muscles curved in smooth slopes jumped as though my gaze was a physical touch. He chuckled and I looked up to see him watching me. "You want to hate me."
"I do hate you." I shrugged at his doubtful expression. "You're just easy on the eyes. Which I'm sure you know."
"Really." Without a twitch of warning, he closed the distance between us and took my cup. "Shall I prove you wrong?"
I skirted away from him, ducking and skidding from the bed. I might have been prepared to let him do what he would last night, but this morning I couldn't. I wouldn't. Not without a fight.
"Relax. I won't hurt you." He placed the mug on the table and then strode across the room. I swung at him and he caught my wrists. "Don't force me to tie you up."
"Don'tdon'tdon't." I whimpered as he wrapped his arms around me. Tears streaked my cheeks, gathered on my lips, hot and salty. I flattened my hands on his chest and dug my nails into his skin. "Vince . . . ."
"Shh." He pressed his lips to the top of my head and then bent down to whisper against my lips. "I want to show you something."
Stolen from a bright life full of colors, happiness and youth, Nicole Reed is dragged into a pit of pain and depravity where all she can hope for is a quick end. But her captors don't want to kill her. They want to use her to teach a little boy whom they plan to mold in their image.
She must free him before that happens. Only, she can't stand against those who hold him, not alone. Her only hope is Vince, one of her tormentors, who may still show a glimmer of humanity.
Or maybe that's just a trick of the light.
Vince and Nicole share a cup of coffee:
Small creases formed on his forehead and around his dark eyes. "Why are you 'fucked up'?"
Seriously? This guy was too much. "I don't know—captivity does that to me."
"You've been treated well."
My brow shot up. "Have I? Well, I guess I'm being over sensitive. I kinda take basic liberties for granted. What can you do?"
He stood and set down his cup. "I don't appreciate sarcasm."
I took another sip and smiled. Guess he wasn't as infallible as he pretended to be. "Well, I don't appreciate being kidnapped and raped. But we don't always get what we want."
"No, I suppose we don't." He traced the open collar of his black silk shirt, revealing just the top of a very hard, very well defined chest. Muscles curved in smooth slopes jumped as though my gaze was a physical touch. He chuckled and I looked up to see him watching me. "You want to hate me."
"I do hate you." I shrugged at his doubtful expression. "You're just easy on the eyes. Which I'm sure you know."
"Really." Without a twitch of warning, he closed the distance between us and took my cup. "Shall I prove you wrong?"
I skirted away from him, ducking and skidding from the bed. I might have been prepared to let him do what he would last night, but this morning I couldn't. I wouldn't. Not without a fight.
"Relax. I won't hurt you." He placed the mug on the table and then strode across the room. I swung at him and he caught my wrists. "Don't force me to tie you up."
"Don'tdon'tdon't." I whimpered as he wrapped his arms around me. Tears streaked my cheeks, gathered on my lips, hot and salty. I flattened my hands on his chest and dug my nails into his skin. "Vince . . . ."
"Shh." He pressed his lips to the top of my head and then bent down to whisper against my lips. "I want to show you something."
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