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Genre: New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
An Addiction.
Kiki is desperate to stop the twisted relationship she shares with Chet Sinclair, but finds that she can’t. He is too vital, too potent… like a magnet, she cleaves to him. Desperate to break the pattern, she goes into hiding to escape her feelings and a ghost from her past comes back to haunt her.
The Consumption.
Needy and unnerved, Kiki turns to the one person that offered her solace from the past. Can Damon Axton erase what’s begun? Will he be the one to break the cycle of sexual intensity and obsession that Chet uses to imprison her, body and soul?
A Recompense of Love.
When Sinclair discovers where Kiki is hiding, their passion explodes once again. Can either admit their true feelings for each other? Or will sensual enslavement destroy their dark love before it has begun?
Excerpt:
“No.” I stare down at Ax
from where's he perched on the beat-up futon—my bed. “We're not a team until we
get some shit straight.”
Ax's jet black eyebrow hops to his hairline. “Baby—”
“No,” I say, waving a palm in his face like a railroad arm
coming down over a track. “Don't you baby me.” My eyes shoot sparks, and
he leans back with a grunt.
“You clobbered Chet.” I cross my arms.
“Yeah-huh.” He gives his short hair a rough scrub. “And
Chump was deserving, Kik.”
I stomp my high heel. “Maybe!” I stab the air with my
finger. “But you nailed him from behind, and now he's, I don't know, dead or
broken somewhere.”
Ax shakes his head. “I've looked into Chet-buddy, and his
rich ass can take care of its own self.” He wags a finger and leans back again.
I pace as if the energy is pouring off me. I whirl and
point at him.
His eyes narrow on my hot pink nail tip.
“You have a closet full of chick’s clothing,” I say.
Ax shrugs, giving my once-pristine outfit an eye rake. “I
see you made use of it.”
“Why, Ax?”
His expression is unreadable, not the open face I remember
so well. “The Crawl isn't my only business, Kik. I have some others.”
“What do you mean?” I search his face, and a flicker
skates across his dark gaze. “Don't bullshit me, Ax. It won't work. I'm a
fucking hard-charging broad. You know this.”
He grins, white teeth slashing across his face. “Oh, I know.
Damn, girl, do I know.” He chuckles. “This isn't where I normally hang. In
fact, this is just a little lily pad I hop on to sleep over once in a while.
Sometimes employees from my other businesses need somewhere to crash, and I
give them a boost.”
“How much of a boost?” I'm aware my voice has just dipped
into suspicion.
“Kik…” His eyes meet mine, and they're not remotely soft,
but hard as flint. “Why do I feel you're coming down hard on me when I've been
doing nothing but helping you? Let me count the ways of my awesome.” He winks,
ticking off his great points on his fingers. “I took you in when Chump was
admiring his own dick.” I roll my eyes, and he continues. “I haven't put the
moves on your hotness.”
Oh.
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