Wednesday 25 March 2015

WIP Wednesday - another excerpt from Found (Assassin's Revenge Book 1) - Coming April 15



Hello, WIP-ers! Happy Wednesday! Time continues to tick down to the Found release on April 15 and my panic and stress levels are rising exponentially. 

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Oh, hey - quick announcement. The Professor's Pet is on a $0.99/£0.99. The sale is only in the US and the UK, sorry! 

Cheaper than coffee, people! 

The sale ends Friday, so if you want to buy this, click away while the sale's still on! 

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But hey, you should read some of my book! That's what you are here for, right? 


The Assassin's Revenge Blurb

I have a mission. Kill the man who kidnapped me. Kill the guards who raped me. I have guns and knives and I’m not afraid to use them. Nothing will stop me.

Then I walk into a bar and I notice him. He is gorgeous.

For four long years, my only response to anything sexual has been revulsion and fear. This time, it feels different.

I could use him. I want to use him. I could sleep with him and make a pleasurable memory as a counterpoint to the painful ones. I’m not a frightened young girl anymore. I’m a trained assassin, capable of killing him with my bare hands.

This time, I’ll be in control.

He’s just supposed to be a distraction, this mysterious man in the bar that I have a one-night stand with. But I can't predict the secrets he is hiding... secrets that are about to intersect my world in painful, unanticipated, and dangerous ways. 


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And now, an excerpt from Found...
He eyed me speculatively. I met his gaze squarely. Finally, his lips twitched. “In that case, bright star,” he said to me, “take off your clothes.”

“Here?” I looked around at the back yard. I could hear sounds of life in the neighboring houses. TVs blared and dogs barked. Children cried loudly. The backyard was fenced and we couldn’t be seen. But we were surrounded by people who could hear us, the same way I could hear them.
“Would you prefer if it was a dare?” he inquired with a wicked, panty-melting grin. Oh, he was enjoying this a little too much. I took a fortifying sip of the chilled wine and pulled my t-shirt over my head.
I heard his breath catch. His eyes were filled with heat. “Let me guess,” I joked, using humour as a momentary retreat from the intensity of his gaze, “jogging bras really turn you on.”
He chuckled. “Take it off.” He took a sip of wine as well as he waited for me to comply.
This was it. The moment of truth.
I’d been ordered to strip so many times by my former master. Every time I had obeyed instantly, terrified of the consequences of disobedience. Now though, my hesitation was something else. As I looked into Marc’s blue eyes, I felt a little shy and very eager to please.  
The jogging bra came off. Before he could instruct me, I hooked my fingers around the waistband of my track pants, pushing them down along with my panties. Stepping out of them, I looked at him. “What next?” I was astonished that my voice was steady.
“Next time,” he chided, “wait for permission to take off each garment.” He smiled. “I do like that you are in a hurry, Rachel. Come here.”
I took a step forward and my knees bumped against him. He got to his feet smoothly. His hands slid up the sides of my hips, locking around my waist. He lifted me as I squealed, setting me down on the glass-topped table in front of us. I lay there on my back, my legs dangling off the edges, struggling not to laugh. “What are you doing?” I squeaked.
“What do you think?” he asked wickedly. He sat back down between my legs and his hands closed around my knees. “Spread your legs for me, Rachel.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a demand and I complied instantly, shivering in anticipation as I did so. No one had ever done this to me and I was deeply, profoundly glad that the first thing this gorgeous man did was an act that would be untainted by any painful memories.
He bent his head forward with a growl of pleasure. His stubble grazed against my inner thighs and I groaned. “Oh god yes,” I hissed, throwing my head back and surrendering to the sensations that simple touch had caused.
He chuckled and the sound vibrated close to my core. “Keep it down, Rachel,” he advised. “I do have neighbors.”
I almost didn’t care. I lurched forward into him, almost shoving my pussy in his face. I could feel how wet I was. My nipples were hard and erect. Goosebumps covered my entire body.

“Four years,” he muttered as his tongue flicked out and touched me. “I’m quite honoured.” Then he stopped talking. His mouth covered my pussy and only pleasure was left. 
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6 comments:

  1. Four years, huh? That's a long time. I like that she's shy and eager to please... but when the times comes to do what has to be done, will she still be able to go through with it? Questions, questions... :)

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  2. ~squeals~ Oh, I do love the naughtiness here. They can't be seen, but they 'can' be heard. And after 4 years of not having decent sex... oh yes, there will be some noises that's for sure. Perhaps noises loud enough to drown out the loud crying babies. ~smirks~

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  3. Loved the last line ... yum ... great way to end this scene! :)

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  4. I can't wait to read this one! Release day is soon!
    ~Livia

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