Friday, July 31, 2015

Amber to Ashes - Gail McHugh Book review

From the New York Times bestselling author of Collide and Pulse comes a gritty new novel about a shattered young woman who unexpectedly falls for two best friends as she struggles to overcome the trauma of her tormented childhood.

They were a storm I never saw coming, an unforeseen heartbreak on the edge of a dangerous cliff. 

Amber Moretti's life changes in the span of minutes. An orphaned outsider, she is desperate to start fresh the moment she walks onto campus. In the time it takes to cross the university’s dining hall, she meets two men who bring color, air, and light to her darkened world. 

They became my addiction, each a needle to my next hit, my high. 

Brock Cunningham’s appeal is dizzying, a potent force Amber can’t deny. A green-eyed smooth talker, he instantly attracts Amber. It doesn’t take long for him to consume her every thought, her every breath. 

Ryder Ashcroft, a blue-eyed, tattooed, and pierced bad boy, turns Amber off immediately—that is, until he kisses her, stealing a piece of her heart, her soul. 

They were as opposite as fire and ice, yet I ached for them equally.

Never knowing she could be broken down in so many unexpectedly beautiful yet petrifying ways, Amber finds herself falling for both men. 

Immoral? Maybe. I say undeniable. Uncontained. 

But one event changes everything, shattering each of their lives…and Amber isn’t sure she can come back from it


OMG I loved this story !!! It's intense, steamy, raw and powerful ! 

“I fell for the two loves of my life when I was nineteen. Yes, two. Plural. More than one. Immoral? Maybe. I say undeniable.” (( nope I can see how haha ))

“Just like faith, love is another misconception held by those who believe in fairy tales. Fairy Tales don't exist; neither do knights on white horses. In my honest opinion every book princess in history was a stupid, naive twit.”


Gail McHugh delivers a love triangle that will not only have you teary eyed, but gooey inside and maybe even your heart and loins aflutter. 

They were a storm I never saw coming, an unforeseen heartbreak on the edge of a dangerous cliff.

In Amber to Ashes the story is centered around Amber a college student who bumps into not one but two hotties in her first week at school ** fans onself ** 

Both best friends almost polar opposites but both sexy as !  We Meet Ryder Ashcroft and Brock Cunningham ! 

The story is told from Amber's POV,  but we do see small amounts from Both Ryder and Brock. This gives the story that added bonus reading the pov from all three of them. Depth - definition and much more .

With the shady business the boys deal with - we see a few twists and turns and that bit of suspense and danger to the story. This will have your breathe baited and heart beating ! 

As hard as it was for Amber to decifer her feelings for both these boys, she does choose one ,this being  her first feelings towards someone,  for love , rather just for sex. Something very different for her to experience, we see her dilema, thoughts and struggle dealing with both the boys. 

I enjoyed the authors writing it was smooth flowing, the love triangle sexy as sin ! The plot was solid and all the characters well developed. . Angst, heartbreak, powerful and raw at times the story has it all. 

The business dilemma added that suspense we like to see in our reads, and all the bonus info the author wrote within the story gave us insight into the pasts from other characters and thoughts. 

The sex scenes - ** wipes brow** maybe a bit predictable hence once scenerio but hey saucy , spicy and it will rock your socks off. 

Emotionally Fulfilling, engaging and a cliffhanger that will leave you wanting more. 

Thank you to Simon & Schuster for supplying me this book for my honest review.

Links to author and book purchase  - here

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Stepbrother Mine 1 by Opal Acrew Book review

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How far will she go to get the life she's always wanted? 

Dana's always had a clear vision of how her life would go and how she'd get there, but when her father dies during her final year of college, her whole world threatens to topple down. In desperate need of money, she takes a drastic step. She decides to auction off her virginity.

Mason is used to getting what he wants. The head of his own corporate empire, he has wealth, means, and no shortage of beautiful women ready to fulfill his every need. But despite having it all, Mason is bored. Until he comes face-to-face with a woman from his past. Unable to let Dana slip away again, Mason bids on the one thing he's always wanted, even if it is completely forbidden. He's fantasied about having her to himself for years, touching her smooth skin, tasting her sweet lips, but Dana is off-limits, or is she? What started out as a way for each of them to get what they've always wanted is about to turn into so much more…


Short , hot , erotic and sweet. Perfect package :D 

A new serial about the lengths to which one woman will go to live the life of her dreams.

This author delivers everything a reader could want in an erotic - romance story. Sexy step-brother with a heart of gold, naive but sweet and intrigued virgin with a personality and a past. 

Some may say the story is cliche with many others, but for me this short story of just 75 pages, presents us with a well delivered story line, solid plot and wonderfully penned characters. ( pst - and lots of sexy goodness ! ) 

I was very pleased to say that even though this is a novella , short and sweet, it contained so much depth and story within the pages. Stepbrother Mine is Great for a quick read, or a sexy fix but be warned it will leave you wanting the next book. 

Nothing felt rushed or corny within the pages , pushed or strained. It flowed effortlessly. I as the reader only wanting to read on till the very last page. 

I enjoyed this authors writing, it was fluent and smooth, the sex scenes well written, not corny or rushed. Hot, spicy and sinfully delightful !

The build up and connection the author created between the two characters by switching between present and past was also an added bonus. We get to see the friendship and connection grow. The gradual mixture of sexual tension and want between the characters was realistic and sweet but certainly dam smoking delicious. 

The introduction of DOM and sub was vaguely touched but gave us a small insight of whats more to come. I enjoyed Mason and Dana's interactions more so because of there connection and I can see us seeing more of his dom side and her submissive nature come to show. 

Mason was not your usual pompus rich stepbrother, he had soft spot and feelings for Dana . So her proposal did not call to him in the way it was delivered, but he found it more of a way to help someone he cared for, without the bonus and some sick old bastard like his father reaping something he surely didn't deserve. He wanted answers as to why Dana would enlist in this mission she was on. 

A new author for me , I have to say her writing was flawless and her story wonderfully penned I will certainly be reading more .

Be warned it does have a cliff hanger ! Which will certainly leave you wanting more. 

Thank you to the publisher for supplying me with this story for my honest review. 

From Paradise to Pregnant by Kandy Shepherd Book review

A week in Bali was accountant Zoe Summers’s dream vacation. But when the tropical island paradise is hit by an earthquake, she’s trapped alongside Mitch Bailey, sports star and blast from her past! High on the thrill of survival, they seek comfort in each other’s arms…

It was only supposed to be one night but Zoe soon discovers an unexpected souvenir, she’s pregnant! Now Zoe and Mitch will have to ask themselves — can one night lead to parenthood and a lifetime of love?


Kandy Shepherd warms the heart of romance readers ,with her vivid descriptions and such wonderfully delivered sweet stories of love. From Paradise to Pregnant is no exception. 

Her stories always leave me feeling gooey and lovey dovey, sated and happy. I turn the last page, content and sheepishly grinning knowing that this book was another one to add to my list of favourites by this author. 

I love the settings Kandy depicts her stories in , the wonderfully detailed surroundings she so flawlessly pens and the characters she puts forth on the pages. 

The writing is flawless and richly detailed, and the characters well delivered with depth and definition. The romance is gradual , but rich in extent , but manages to so show emotion and moments between the characters that give us more then just words. A character driven romance that will have you reading from front to back enjoying the characters, the storyline and everything in between. 

Another delightful story from Kandy that fulfilled all my expectations.. 

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

No Strings Attached - Candy Caine Post & Giveaway

Two passionate stories of women finding love when they least expect it...

Never is Not Forever 
Claudia Brown has the perfect life, full of all the trappings of success. She has put herself through school and has worked hard to become the youngest English department chairperson at a prestigious ivy-league university. One trap she swears to avoid is marriage—a sure-fire way to constrain her career. Besides, she likes playing the field. But when Claudia realizes her biological clock is a ticking time bomb, she decides to have a baby—minus the attachment of the father. After a meticulous search she finds the perfect specimen: Robert Sterling, a smart, sexy, fellow professor. But she doesn’t factor in the one thing that can derail her entire campaign—falling in love with the sperm donor!

Forever Yours 
When Jade Green meets successful trial lawyer, Charles Trotter, she finds herself relaxing in the warmth of his smiles and his off-beat humor. Best of all, even though he is a blue-eyed hunk, she thinks of him only as a great guy to hang with—no drama, no intimacy, no possibility of shattered dreams. And wonder of wonders, he seems to feel exactly the same way! When Charles Totter meets Jade Green, he thinks she is a walking wet dream. As he gets to know her better, he finds he also enjoys her company and her quirky sense of humor. Now if he can only find a way to get her into his bed!

Never is Not Forever

Robert took another sip of his drink. In the background the music throbbed sensually. “I’ve been alone most of my life. My parents died when I was an infant and an aunt raised me until she died when I was fourteen. Then I was placed in a foster home until I was eighteen. I’ve always been afraid to get close to anyone for fear they’d leave me—or so says a psychologist friend of mine.” He grimaced wryly.
Claudia thought he was sounding more and more like the perfect candidate to be the father of her baby. “I never had much of a family life, either,” she admitted.  At least that was the truth.
As they continued to talk, Claudia found herself becoming more interested in him as a person, nearly forgetting why she had lured him there in the first place. Then the moment happened. He put down his glass and removed his glasses revealing the most beautiful teal-colored eyes she’d ever seen on a man. Before that thought had been completely translated by her brain, his lips were covering hers.
It was a gentle kiss, slow and thoughtful. In the background she could hear the sensual guitar music of Ottmar Liebert and marveled how much it fit the mood. Claudia liked how Robert’s mouth felt on hers and actually wanted more. Surprised at her reaction to the kiss, she realized she might not need a script, after all…

Forever Yours

Despite the fact Jade knew she should end things with Charles, it felt comfortable having breakfast with him. Worse, she could see making a habit of it. After they finished he insisted on helping her clean up. Standing next to him at the sink washing the dishes as he dried, she felt the heat rising from his body. The scent of his after-shave was intoxicating and going straight to her head. She wanted him to kiss her, but knew he wouldn't. Not after the last time. So she did the unthinkable and kissed him.
“This is for breakfast and two more inches to my waistline,” she said. “Thanks a lot."
He smacked his forehead and said, “I did it again, didn't I? I'm going to become a Pavlovian response. You’re going to equate me with food.”
“It's a distinct possibility,” Jade replied as she playfully punched his arm.
Charles gently took her face and held it between his large hands. She looked into his eyes as they sought hers. She had to be blind not to see the hope and longing there. “Are you going to run away this time?” he asked, his deep voice resonating with emotion.

Whether she’s writing a short story or novel, Candy Caine will make her interracial romances hot and spicy. Always striving to entertain her readers, Candy tries to breathe life into her characters, making life often interesting for her husband, Robert back in their home on Long Island, NY. And both are trying to teach their fifteen-year old yellow Lab, Sammy, new tricks. 

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Monday, July 20, 2015

Cover Reveal Legend by Katy Evans * Real book 6 *

Cover Reveal for Katy Evans' Legend!


(Real series #6)

Can love really conquer all? – Book 6 in Katy Evan’s breakout New York Times bestselling series that began with REAL.


Maverick “the Avenger” Cage wants to rise to the top and become a legend in the ring. Though he keeps his identity well guarded, he's known on the fighting circuit as the new kid with a chip on his shoulder and a tattoo on his back that marks him as trouble. He's got a personal score to settle with the Underground's one and only Remington "Riptide" Tate.

As Mav trains, he meets a young girl—the only other new person in the town--and sparks fly. When things get heated between them, he finds out she's none other than Reese Dumas, the cousin of Remington Tate’s wife. A girl who's supposed to root against him and a girl he's supposed to stay away from.

But Maverick fights for the woman in his heart, and the monsters in his blood. The world’s eyes are on them and the victor will go down in history as the ultimate fighting champion; the ultimate LEGEND.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Ruin & Rule by Pepper Winters Book Blitz

Meet Killian in Pepper Winter’s new MC Romance!

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"We met in a nightmare. The inbetween world where time had no power over reason. We fell in  love. We fell hard. But then we woke up. And it was over . . ."    RUIN & RULE    She is a woman divided. Her past, present, and future are as twisted as the lies she's lived for the  past eight years. Desperate to get the truth, she must turn to the one man who may also be her  greatest enemy . . .     He is the president of Pure Corruption MC. A heartless biker and retribution­deliverer. He  accepts no rules, obeys no one, and lives only to reap revenge on those who wronged him. And  now he has stolen her, body and soul.    Can a woman plagued by mystery fall in love with the man who refuses to face the truth? And  can a man drenched in darkness forgo his quest for vengeance­and finally find redemption?    "Ruin & Rule is a full­length book at 436 pages and ends on a cliffhanger. Cleo and Kill's story  continues in SIN & SUFFER."     

We met in a nightmare.
The in­between world where time had no power over rhyme, reason, or connection. We
met. We stared. We knew.
There was no distortion from the outside world. No right or wrong. No confusion or battles
from hearts and minds.
Just us. In our silent dreamworld.
That nightmare became our home. Planting ghosts, raising fantasies. Entwined together in
our happily skewed reality.
We fell in love. We fell hard.
In those fleeting seconds of our nightmare, we lived an eternity.
But then we woke up.
And it was over.

Chapter One
I always believed life would grant rewards to those most worthy. I was fucking na├»ve. Life
doesn’t reward—it ruins. It ruins those most deserving and takes everything. It takes everything
all while watching any remaining goodness rot to hate.
That was my world now. Literally and physically.
The back of my skull hurt from being knocked unconscious. My wrists and shoulders ached
from lying on my back with my hands tied behind me.
Nothing was broken—at least it didn’t feel that way—but everything was bruised. The
fuzziness receded wisp by wisp, parting the clouds of sleep, trying to shed light on what’d
happened. But there was no light. My eyes blinked at the endless darkness from the mask tied
around my head. Anxiety twisted my stomach at having such a fundamental gift taken away.
I didn’t move, but mentally catalogued my body from the tips of my toes to the last strand
of hair on my head. My jaw and tongue ached from the foul rag stuffed in my mouth and my
nose permitted a shallow stream of oxygen to enter—just enough to keep me alive.
Fear tried to claw its way through my mind, but I shoved it away. I deliberately suppressed
panic in order to assess my predicament rather than lose myself to terror.
Fear never helps, only hinders.
My senses came back, creeping tentatively, as if afraid whoever had stolen me would notice
their return.
Sound: the squeak of brakes, the creak of a vehicle settling from motion to stopping.
Touch: the skin on my right forearm stung, throbbing with a mixture of soreness and
sharpness. A burn perhaps?
Smell: dank rotting vegetables and the astringent, pungent scent of fear—but it wasn’t
mine. It was theirs.
It wasn’t just me being kidnapped.
My heart flurried, drinking in their terror. It made my breath quicken and legs itch to run.
Forcing myself to ignore the outside world, I focused inward. Clutching my inner strength
where calmness was a need rather than a luxury.
I refused to lose myself in a fog of tears. Desperation was a curse and I wouldn’t succumb,
because I had every intention of being prepared for what might happen next.
I hated the sniffles and stifled sobs of others around me. Their bleak sadness tugged at my
heartstrings, making me fight with my own preservation, replacing it with concern for theirs.
Get through this, then worry about them.
I didn’t think this was a simple opportunistic snatch. Whoever had stolen me planned it.
The hunch grew stronger as I searched inside for any liquor remnants or the smell of cigarettes.
Had I been at a party? Nightclub?
I hadn’t been stupid or reckless. I think…
No hint or clue as to where I’d been or what I’d been doing when they’d come for me.
I wriggled, trying to move away from the stench. My bound wrists protested, stinging as the
rope around them gnawed into my flesh like twine­beasts. My ribs bellowed, along with my
head. There was no give in my restraints. I stopped trying to move, preserving my energy.
I tried to swallow.
No saliva.
I tried to speak.
No voice.
I tried to remember what happened.
I tried to remember…
I can’t remember.
“Get up, bitch,” a man said. Something jabbed me in the ribs. “Won’t tell you again. Get.”
I froze as my mind hurtled me from present to past.
I’ll miss you so much,” she wailed, hugging me tighter.
“I’m not dying, you know.” I tried to untangle myself, looking over my shoulder at the final
call flashing for my flight. I hated being late for anything. Let alone my one chance at escaping
and finding out the truth once and for all.
“Call me the moment you get there.”
“Promise.” I drew a cross over my heart—
The memory shattered as my horizontal body suddenly went vertical in one swoop.
Who was that girl? Why did I have no memory of it ever happening?
“I said get up, bitch.” The man breathed hard in my ear, sending a waft of reeking breath
over me. The blindfold stole my sight, but it left my nose woefully unprotected.
My captor shoved me forward. The ground was steady beneath my feet. The sickness
plaiting with my confusion faded, leaving me cold.
My legs stumbled in the direction he wanted me to go. I hated shuffling in the darkness, not
knowing where I came from or where I was being herded. There were no sounds of comfort or
smothered snickers. This wasn’t a masquerade.
This was real.
This is real.
My heart thudded harder, fear slipping through my defenses. But full­blown terror remained
elusive. Slippery like a silver fish, darting on the outskirts of my mind. It was there but fleeting,
keeping me clear­headed and strong.
I was grateful for that. Grateful that I maintained what dignity I had left—remaining strong
even in the face of the unknown terrors lurking on the other side of my blindfold.
Moans and whimpers of other women grew in decibels as men ordered them to follow the
same path I walked. Either death row or salvation, I had no choice but to inch my way forward,
leaving my forgotten past behind.
I willed snippets to come back. I begged the puzzlement of my past to slot into place, so I
could make sense of this horrible world I’d awoken in.
But my mind was locked to me. A fortress withholding everything I wished to know.
The pushing stopped. So did I.
Big mistake.
“Move.” A cuff to the back of my head sent me wheeling forward. I didn’t stop again. My
bare feet traversed…wood?
Bare feet?
Where are my shoes?
The missing knowledge twisted my stomach.
Where did I come from?
How did I end up here?
What’s my name?
It wasn’t the terror of the unknown future that stole my false calmness. It was the fear of
losing my very self. They’d stolen everything. My triumphs, my trespasses, my
accomplishments and failures.
How could I deal with this new world if I didn’t know what skills I had to stay alive? How
could I hope to defeat my enemy when my mind revolted and locked me out?
Who am I?
To have who I was deleted…It was unthinkable.
“Faster, bitch.” Something cold wedged against my spine, pushing me onward. With my
hands behind my back, I shuffled faster, negotiating the ground as best I could for dips or trips.
“Step down.” The man grabbed my bound wrists, giving me something to lean against as
my toes navigated the small steps before me.
I obeyed.
“Last one.”
I managed the small staircase without falling flat on my face.
My face.
What do I look like?
A loud scraping noise sounded before me. I shied back, bumping against a feminine form.
The woman behind me cried out—the first verbal sound of another.
“Move.” The pressure on my lower back came again, and I obeyed. Inching forward until
the stuffy air of old vegetables and must was replaced by…copper and metallic…blood?
Why…why is that so familiar?
I gasped as my mind free­fell into another memory.
“I don’t think I can do this.” I darted away, throwing up in the rubbish bin in the classroom.
The unique stench of blood curdled my stomach.
“Don’t overthink it. It’s not what you’re doing to the animal to make it bleed. It’s what
you’re doing to make it live.” My professor shook his head, waiting for me to swill out my
mouth and return white­faced and queasy to the operation in progress.
My heart splintered like a broken piece of glass, reflecting the compassion and
responsibility I felt for such an innocent creature. This little puppy that’d been dumped in a
plastic bag to die after being shot with BB gun pellets. He’d survive only if I mastered the skills
to stem his internal bleeding and embrace the vocation I was called to do.
Inhaling the scent of blood, I let it invade my nostrils, scald my throat, and impregnate my
soul. I drank its coppery essence. I drenched myself in the smell of the creature’s life force until
it no longer affected me.
Picking up a scalpel, I said, “I’m ready—”
“Holy fuck!” The man guiding me forward suddenly whacked the base of my spine. The
hard pain shoved me forward and I tripped.
“Wire—get me fucking reinforcements. He’s started a motherfucking war!”
Wind and body motion swarmed me as men charged from behind. The darkness I lived in
suddenly came alive with sound.
Bullets flew, impaling themselves into the metal sides of the vehicle I’d just stepped from.
Pings and ricochets echoed in my ear. Curses bellowed; moans of pain threaded like a breeze.
Someone grabbed my arm, swinging me to the side. “Get down!” The inertia of his throw
knocked me off balance. With my wrists bound together, I had nothing to grab with, no way to
protect myself from falling.
I fell.
My stomach swooped as tumbled off a small platform and smashed against the ground.
Dirt, damp grass, and moldy leaves replaced the stench of blood, cutting through the
cloying sharpness of spilled metallic. My mouth opened, gasping in pain. Blades of grass
tickled my lips as my cheek stuck to wet mud.
My shoulder screamed with agony, but I ignored the new injury. My mind clung to the
unlocked memory. The fleeting recollection of my profession.
I’m a vet.
The sense of homecoming and security that one little snippet brought was priceless. My
soul snarled for more, suddenly ravenous for missing information.
I skipped straight from fumbling uncertainty into starvation for more.
Tell me! Show me. Who am I?
I searched inside for more clues. But it was like trying to grab on to an elusive dream,
fading faster and faster the harder I chased.
I couldn’t remember anything about medicine or how to heal. All I knew was I’d been
trained to embrace the scent of blood. I wasn’t afraid of it. I didn’t faint or suffer sickness at the
sight of it pouring from an open wound.
That tiniest knowledge was enough to settle my prickling nerves and focus on the outside
world again.
Battle cries. Men screaming. Men growling. The dense thuds of fists on flesh and the
horrible deflection of gunshots.
I couldn’t understand. Had I fallen through time and entered an alternate dimension?
Another body landed on top of mine.
I cried out, winded from a sharp poke of an elbow to my ribs.
The figure rolled away, crying softly. Feminine.
Why aren’t I crying?
I once again searched for fear. It wasn’t natural not to be afraid. I’d woken up alone, stolen,
and thrown into the middle of a war, yet I wasn’t hyperventilating or panicked.
My calmness was like a drug, oozing over me, muting the sharp starkness of my situation. It
was bearable if I embraced courage and the knowledge that I was strong.
My hands balled, grateful for the thought. I didn’t know who I was, but it didn’t matter,
because the person who I was in this moment mattered the most.
I had to remain segmented, so I could get through whatever was about to happen. All I had
was gut instinct, quiet strength, and rationality. Everything else had been taken.
“Stop fighting, you fucking idiots!”
The loud growl rumbled like an earthquake, hushing the battle in one fell swoop. Whoever
had spoken had power.
Immense power. Colossal power.
A shiver darted over my skin.
“What the fuck happened? Have you lost your goddamn lovin’ mind?” a man yelled.
A sound of a short scuffle, then the fresh whiff of tilled dirt graced my nose.
“It’s done. Throw down your weapons and bend a fucking knee.” The same earthquake
rumbled. The weight of his command pushed me harder against the damp ground.
“I’m not bending nothing, you asshole. You aren’t my Prez!”
“I am. Have been for the past four years.”
“You’re not. You’re his bitch. Don’t think his power is yours.”
Another fight—muffled fists and kicks. It ended swiftly with a painful groan.
The earthquake voice came again. “Open your eyes and follow the red fucking river. Your
chosen—the one you hand­picked to slaughter me and take over the Club—he’s dead. Did you
ever stop to think Wallstreet made me Prez for a fucking reason?”
Another moan.
“I’m the chosen one. I’m the one who knows the family secrets, absorbed the legacy, and
earned his way into power. You don’t know shit. Nobody does. So bend a fucking knee and
Another tremor ran down my back.
Silence for a time, apart from the squelch of boots and heavy breathing. Then a barely
muttered curse. “You’ll die. One way or another, we won’t put up with a Dagger as a Prez.
We’re the Corrupts, goddammit. Having a traitor rule us is a fucking joke.”
“I’m the traitor? The man who obeys your leader? Who guides in his stead? I’m the traitor
when you try and rally my brothers in a war?” A heavy thud of a fist connected with flesh.
“No…I’m not. You are.”
My mind raced, sucking up noises and forming wild conclusions of what happened before
me. Was this World War Three? Was this the apocalypse of the life I couldn’t remember? No
matter how I pieced it together, I couldn’t make sense of anything.
The air was thick with anticipation. I didn’t know how many men stood before me. I didn’t
know how many corpses littered the ground, or how such violence could be permitted in the
world I used to know. But I did know the cease­fire was fragile and any moment it would
A single threat slithered through the grass like a snake. “I’ll kill you, motherfucker. Mark
my words. The true Corrupts are just waiting to take you out.”
The gentle foot­thuds of someone large vibrated through the ground. “The Corrupts haven’t
existed for four fucking years. The moment I took the seat, it’s been Pure Corruption all the
way. And you’re not fucking pure enough for this Club. You’re done.”
I flinched as the sulfuric boom of a gun ripped through the stagnant air.
A crash as a body fell lifeless to the grass. A soft puff of a soul escaping.
Murder was committed right before me.
The inherent need to nurture and heal—the part of me that was as steadfast as the beat of
my heart—wept with regret.
Death was something I’d fought against on a daily basis, but now I was weaponless.
I hated that a life had been stolen right before me. That I hadn’t been able to stop it.
I’m a witness.
And yet, I’d witnessed nothing.
I’d been privy to a battle but seen nothing. Knew no one. I would never be able to tell who
shot whom, or who was right and who was wrong.
My hands shook, even though I managed to stay eerily calm. Am I in shock? And if I was,
how did I cure myself?
The woman beside me curled into a ball, her knees digging into my side. My first reaction
was to repel away from the touch. I didn’t know who was friend or foe. But a second reaction
came quickly; the urge to share my calmness—to let her know that no matter what happened,
she wasn’t alone. We faced the same future—no matter how grim.
Voices cascaded over us, whispers mainly, quickly spoken orders. Every sound was
heightened. Being robbed of sight made my body seek other ways in which to find clues.
“Get rid of the bodies before daybreak.”
“We’ll go back and make sure we’re still covered.”
“Send out the word. It’s over. The Prez won—no anarchy today.”
Each voice was distinct but my ears twitched only for one: the earthquake rumble that set
my skin quivering like quicksand.
He hadn’t spoken since he’d condemned someone to death and pulled the trigger. Every
second of not hearing him made my heart trip faster. I wasn’t afraid. I should be. I should be
immobile with fear. But he invoked something in me—something primal. Just like I knew I was
female and a vet, I knew his voice meant something. Every inch of me tensed, waiting for him
to speak. It was wrong to crave the voice of a killer, but it was the only thing I wanted.
I need to know who he is.
Wet mud sucked loudly against boots as they came closer.
The woman whimpered, but I angled my chin toward the sound, wishing my eyes were
I wanted to see. I wanted to witness the carnage before me. Because it was carnage. The
stench of death confirmed it. It was morbid to want to see such destruction, but without my
sight all of this seemed like a terrible nightmare. Nothing was grounded—completely
nonsensical and far too strange.
I needed proof that this was real.
I needed concrete evidence that I wasn’t mad. That my body was intact, even if my mind
was not.
I sucked in a breath as warm fingers touched my cheek, angling my face upward and out of
the mud. Strong hands caressed the back of my skull, fumbling with my blindfold.
The anticipation of finally getting my wish to see made me stay still and cooperative in his
I didn’t say a word or move. I just waited. And breathed. And listened.
The man’s breath was heavy and low, interspersed with a quick catch of pain. His fingers
were swift and sure, but unable to hide the small fumble of agony.
He’s hurt.
The pressure of the blindfold suddenly released, trading opaque darkness for a new kind of
Night sky. Moonshine. Stars above.
Anchors of a world I knew, but no recognition of the dark­shrouded industrial estate where
blood gleamed silver­black and corpses dotted the field.
I’m alive.
I can see.
The joy at having my eyes freed came and went as blazing as a comet.
Then my life ended as our gazes connected.
Green to green.
I have green eyes.
Down and down I spiraled, deeper and deeper into his clutches.
My life—past, present, and future—lost all purpose the second I stared into his soul.
The fear I’d been missing slammed into my heart.
I quivered. I quaked.
Something howled deep inside with age­old knowledge.
Every part of me arched toward him, then shied away in terror.
A nightmare come to life.
A nightmare I wanted to live.
If life was a tapestry, already threaded and steadfast, then he was the scissors that cut me
free. He tore me out, stole me away, changed the whole prophecy of who I was meant to be.
Jaw­length dark hair, tangled and sweaty, framed a square jaw, straight nose, and full lips.
His five­o’clock stubble held remnants of war, streaked with dirt and blood. But it was his eyes
that shot a quivering arrow into my heart, spreading his emerald anger.
He froze, his body curving toward mine. Blistering hope flickered across his features. His
mouth fell open and love so achingly deep glowed in his gaze. “What—” A leg gave out,
making him kneel beside me. His hands shook as he cupped my face, his fingers digging
painfully into my cheekbones. “It’s not—”
My heart raced. Yes.
“You know me,” I breathed.
The moment my voice webbed around us, storm clouds rolled over the sunshine in his face,
blackening the hope and replacing it with pure hatred.
He changed from watching me like I was his angel to glowering as if I were a despicable
I shivered at the change—at the iciness and hardness. He breathed hard, his chest rising and
falling. His lips parted, a rumbling command falling from his mouth to my ears. “Stand up.
You’re mine now.”
When I didn’t move, his hand landed on my side. His touch was blocked by clothing but I
felt it everywhere. He stroked my soul, tickled my heart, and caressed every cell with fingers
that despised me.
I couldn’t suck in a proper breath.
With a vicious push, he rolled me over, and with a sharp blade sliced my bindings. With
effortless power, so thrilling and terrifying, he hauled me to my feet.
I didn’t sway. I didn’t cry. Only pulled the disgusting gag from my mouth and stared in
I stared up, up, up into his bright green eyes, understanding something I shouldn’t
This was him.
My nightmare.

  About the Author:

  Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She  loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and  she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.   She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with  her book boyfriends.    

 Her Dark Erotica books include:  Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1) 
Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)   
 Her Grey Romance books include:  Destroyed 

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