Publication date: September 6th 2013
Genre: New Adult Dark Contemporary Romance
A New Adult Dark Contemporary Romance, not suitable for people sensitive to grief, slavery, and nonconsensual sex. A story about finding love in the strangest of places, a will of iron that grows from necessity, and forgiveness that may not be enough.
“My life was complete. Happy, content, everything neat and perfect.
Then it all changed.
I was sold.”
Tess Snow has everything she ever wanted: one more semester before a career in property development, a loving boyfriend, and a future dazzling bright with possibility.
For their two year anniversary, Brax surprises Tess with a romantic trip to Mexico. Sandy beaches, delicious
cocktails, and soul-connecting sex set the mood for a wonderful holiday. With a full heart, and looking forward to a passion filled week, Tess is on top of the world.
But lusty paradise is shattered.
Kidnapped. Drugged. Stolen. Tess is forced into a world full of darkness and terror.
Captive and alone with no savior, no lover, no faith, no future, Tess evolves from terrified girl to fierce fighter. But no matter her strength, it can’t save her from the horror of being sold.
Can Brax find Tess before she’s broken and ruined, or will Tess’s new owner change her life forever?
Three little words.
If anyone asked what I was most afraid of, what terrified me, stole my breath, and made my life flicker before my eyes, I would say three little words.
Male voices argued, and someone wrenched my arm upright. I flinched, crying out, earning a fist to my belly.
I hunched, sliding down the wall of the glass shower. No. I couldn’t stomach company.
Suzette entered wafting her hand at fogging steam. “Ami. You need to get out now. Master Mercer has arranged a late dinner for you.”
Food? I couldn’t think of food. I’d throw up all back up again.
Suzette turned off the shower and ducked to my level, holding a fluffy towel. “Here. Hush now, you’re safe.”
Those two little words again.
My eyes couldn’t stop the stem of tears and Suzette shuffled closer, patting my wet shoulder. “It’s okay to cry. Get it out. But I hope you’ll realize this is best place for you. Here nothing else can touch you, but Q, and that isn’t such a bad thing. Is it?”
I wiped away moisture on my cheeks. “No,” I whispered. And really, the knowledge only Q could touch me was like winning the lottery. He’d been nothing but sensual and possessive. Never evil and hurtful. He drew emotions and feelings from my body even I didn’t know I had.
It wasn’t so bad to be owned by a master like Q.
It could’ve been worse. So much worse.
Writer, reader, sometimes wife.
An avid devourer of sexy romance and angsty New Adult.
Nothing beats lolling in a bubble bath with her array of book boyfriends.
Her two titles: Tears of Tess and Broken Chance are coming soon.
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