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Saturday, July 25, 2015 Blog Tour: Revived by Samantha TowleIndia Harris didnt have the best start in life. Abandoned as a baby, she and her twin brother, Kit, spent their lives in foster care, only having each other to rely on. Then, at a young age, a relationship with the wrong man left India pregnant. Wanting to give her son the life she never had, she put herself through school and graduated with honors.Now, at the age of thirty, shes a highly respected therapist.At the top of his game as a Formula One driver, Leandro Silva had everythinguntil an accident on the track left him staring death in the face. After enduring twelve months of physical therapy, Leandro is now physically able to race, but his mind is keeping him from the track. Frustrated and angry, Leandros days and nights are filled with limitless alcohol and faceless women.Entering the last year of his contract, he knows he has to race again, or hell lose everything he spent his life working for. Forced into therapy to get his life back, Leandro finds himself in the office of Dr. India Harris.Falling for his uptight therapist is not part of Leandros plan.Having unethical feelings for her patient, the angry Brazilian race car driver, is not part of Indias plan.But what if the wrong person is the only person who is right?I love reading a story where the male lead character is a self centered player who gets completely knocked to his knees by a woman. You know the guys I'm talking about, they like to play hard and have women dropping their panties without trying. The word commitment is not in their vocabulary. This pretty much sums up Leandro Silva. Leandro is so messed up. He is a well known Formula 1 racer, recovering from an accident that could have killed him. If he wants to get back on the track he needs to deal with all the stuff replaying in his head, he needs therapy. India Harris is a successful , independent, beautiful woman. She had a pretty messed up childhood and has spent the last 12 twelve years raising her son and working hard to have the career she has always wanted. Hew new patient is Leandro Silva. This man is off the chart hot but she is a professional and can reign in the attraction she is feeling. Leandro wants India from the first moment he meets her and he is determined to have her. He knows she feels it to and he does nothing to hid his interest in her. However, there is no way that India wants to risk her much loved career for a fleeting affair with a man she knows won't stick around in the long term. Why can't she stop thinking of him? India is the exception for Leandro, a game changer, she is the sort of woman who deserves more than one night of passion from him and he wants to give it to her. 'The chemistry between us is off the charts. I've never felt anything like it before,
and I don't intend on walking away from it' India struggles with her feelings and her conscience. She wants to do the right thing but in doing so she could be taking away her chance at a happy ever for her and her son. Sometimes you have to make a decision that at the time makes you feel unsure and a bit too spontaneous but it is better than living with regret. Another fabulous read from Samantha Towle, I love this author's books :) I give this 4 stars.My eyes move to the magazines on the table. A sports mag is peeking out from under the fashion mags. Leaning forward, I pull it out, instantly wishing I hadnt.
On the cover of the magazine is a picture of me with the caption, What the Bad Side of Formula 1 Looks Like.
Nice.
So, now, Im the bad side of Formula 1. Good to know.
I already know what the media say about me. How Ive turned from a great racer into a drunk and a whore.
Theyre not wrong on the whore part. Well, whore is a bit harsh. I dont charge for my services. And I wouldnt say Im a drunk. I just like to drinka lot.
I shouldnt read the article. I know this, but the sadistic part of me has me turning those pages.
Finding the article, eyes scanning the text, I pick out the usual shit.
Why is Silva no longer racing? Physically, hes healthy. Is it mental problems? Fear over racing because of his accident? Is that why he drinksdrowning his misery in alcohol? Such a shame to see a once great driver fall from grace so dramatically.
Frustration and rage grip my chest like a vise.
Fuck this. I dont need this shit.
Even though I cant race, its not like I actually need to.
I dont need to race. I just need to drink and fuck. Thats all I need now. All I will ever need.
Liar.
Im a liar and a chickenshit. And thats why Im sitting in the waiting room to see a therapist.
Maybe I am beyond help.
Tossing the magazine back onto the table, I get to my feet, ready to leave this place, just as the door opens, revealing the epitome of what I could really do with screwing right now.
My eyes trail up the tanned, toned legs to the fitted pencil skirt that I would happily hitch up to see the magnificent pussy that I bet lies beneath. A pale-pink blouse is tucked into that skirt, covering what looks like a fantastically sized pair of tits. Silky blonde hair sits on her shoulders. Hair that I would enjoy getting my hands all tangled in while I fuck those bright red lips of hers, enjoying seeing that lipstick smeared all over my cock.
My dick pulses in my jeans, more than ready to proposition her with the offer.
Mr. Silva. She steps forward. Im Dr. Harris. But please call me India.
Shes Dr. Harris?
This hitch-your-skirt-up-and-let-me-fuck-you-right-now woman is my new therapist.
Well, thats just fucking great. Its not like I can bang my therapist.
I put my cock on hold and give her my best smile, the one that always has panties dropping to the floor, as I say, And you can call me Leandro.
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New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal and international bestselling author Samantha Towle began her first novel in 2008 while on maternity leave. She completed the manuscript five months later and hasn't stopped writing since.She has written contemporary romances, THE MIGHTY STORM, WETHERING THE STORM, TAMING THE STORM and TROUBLE.She has also written paranormal romances, THE BRINGER and the ALEXANDRA JONES SERIES, all penned to tunes of The Killers, Kings of Leon, Adele, The Doors, Oasis, Fleetwood Mac, and more of her favourite musicians.A native of Hull and a graduate of Salford University, she lives with her husband, Craig, in East Yorkshire with their son and daughter.Facebook | Twitter | Website | GoodreadsSamantha Towle REVIVED Release Week Giveaway





Posted byat7:00 AM10 comments: Friday, July 17, 2015 Blog Tour: Toxic by Kim Karr
New York Times bestselling author Kim Karr turns up the heat in a smoking hot, emotionally compelling romance that takes you into the world of Manhattan's elite. Meet Jeremy McQueen, a sexy, intense, brooding entrepreneur who goes after what he wants, and Phoebe St. Claire, a socialite-turned-CEO who's been drifting through life searching for something she thought she'd never find again--the right man to share her future.Phoebe St. Claire has devoted herself to saving her family's hotel empire--but her best efforts have not been good enough. With her whole world in turmoil, the tenacious go-getter turns to the once love of her life. Far from innocent, Jeremy McQueen was the guy from the wrong side of the tracks who her parents would never have approved of. Their years apart have only made the sexy bad boy more irresistible than ever--and their reunion is explosive. When she asks Jeremy to help her salvage her family business, he agrees immediately, with only one condition--he wants her in his bed.But soon surprising circumstances leave Phoebe reeling. Was this fairy tale romance just too good to be true? Will Jeremy's secrets pull them apart all over again? THIS IS A STANDALONE SECOND-CHANCE ROMANCE WITH NO CLIFFHANGER ENDING.Assumptions. They can lead you down the wrong path andcause a lot of self inflicted heartache.We all make them and Phoebe makes quite a few very early on in thisstory. I got really frustrated with herbut she was kind of running scared so I understood where she was coming from.After a very hot, flash in the pan, holidayromance five years ago, Phoebe is now engaged to be married (not to holidayromance guy) and has recently taken over the reigns of the familybusiness. She should be excitedly makingwedding plans with her sweet fiance Dawson but there is just somethingmissing. Like having an itch betweenyour shoulder blades and no matter which way you twist your arm you just can'treach it.Phoebe decides to make some changes in herlife because she can't go on feeling like this. A chance meeting with Mrholiday romance, Jeremy McQueen changes everything. The desire between them is palpable, is hethe missing piece in her life? Fiveyears have passed but they are just as drawn to each other.Phoebe is filled with a sense of excitementand passion every time she is around him.Jeremy has her heart and mind completely overwhelmed with intensefeelings. Things between them move alongat a rapid pace. He seems to be all inand wanting everything with her.Is this all just too good to be true? Can she contain the jealousy and doubt thatis intoxicating their relationship? Is he being honest with her or is he justusing her as a vehicle for revenge?This is a complex love story with a coupleknee deep in emotional issues but it is so worth the ride.Kim Karr is a must read author for me eversince I read Connected and fell in love with her work.I give this 4.5 stars 2015 by Kim KarrPublished by the Penguin GroupPhoebe St. ClaireFeeling a bit drunk and overwhelmed with so many and so few choices at the same time, I needed some time alone and snuck off toward the beach path.I ran toward the ocean and twirled in the sand as the wind blew around me. Once I started to feel dizzy from twirling, I still wasnt ready to head back to the party, so I took the path that would lead me to the large Olympic-sized pool. I tugged my sandals off with thoughts of putting my feet in the water to rinse the mud and sand away. As I approached the pool, I noticed how it glowed like it was lit by small pale fires. Lost in the enchantment of it, the sudden movement beneath the surface startled me.A fair-haired boy emerged from the water. He pulled himself up and out so quickly that I was momentarily stunned. And then when he drank me in with his eyes, I shuddered.I couldnt help it, the way he looked at me just made me shiver. No one had ever looked at me like that before and I found myself gazing back into his intense eyes.He was utterly beautiful. His bare chest was sculpted but not overly bulky like Danny or Jamie. They worked out every day pumping obnoxious amounts of iron to look the way they did. In contrast, the boy standing before me had a swimmers build.He stood stoic and a cautious look crossed his face. He was long and lean in a pair of bright green neon swim trunks.Right away I could tell he didnt care what anyone thought about him.I loved the idea of that.So I smiled at him.He shook his head and his hair fell into his eyes.I wanted to reach out and push it away. It wasnt long, but it wasnt short. It was perfect.Hey, he said, grabbing a towel off the ground.It didnt belong to the club. It was small, beige, and a bit wornnot the large hunter-green fluffy ones monogrammed in white Id always gotten when I used to come here to swim as a kid.Hey, I said back, swinging my sandals nervously.He grabbed a pair of jeans that lay next to where the towel had been and walked right by me.I turned to watch him as he strode into one of the cabanas and dropped his trunks. I froze and squeezed my eyes shut, thinking I shouldnt be watching him but then opened them quickly when I couldnt resist maybe catching a glimpse.Didnt your parents ever tell you it isnt polite to stare? His voice was low and sexy, and it tugged me out of my own head.I put my hands on my hips. Didnt your parents ever teach you not to undress in mixed company?He pulled his jeans on and laughed. My mother might have mentioned that once or twice but Ive never been good at following the rules.And it didnt escape my notice that he didnt put any underwear on first.Hot. Totally and completely hot.I didnt see anything I shouldnt have seen, it was too dark, but something inside me electrified at the thought of seeing him naked and I stepped closer. Thats when I noticed the scuffed-up black work boots on one of the lounges with a T-shirt thrown next to them.I raised a brow. Is this your changing room?He laughed again but this time added a smile and put his hands up. Okay you caught me. I better get out of here before anyone else does.He was adorable and charming and my heart skipped a beat or two.Then I stepped even closer and entered the cabana entrance, effectively blocking his way. Why? Youre not doing anything wrong.He shrugged but he didnt try to move around me. I usually swim in the ocean but when the water is too rough, like tonight, I come here.I bit my lip in contemplation before speaking. Does it really matter if you get caught?He crossed his arms over his bare chest. Lets just say its not just the swimming. Its more that Ive been caught doing a few too many things that I shouldnt have been doing in the past.A bad boy.The thought made my pulse thunder. So youre not a member at this club?He cleared his throat and shifted from foot to foot. No, he laughed but his laugh was anything but genuine. Are you?I hesitated as I considered my answer. No, I was just walking the beach and wanted to rinse my feet. Im Phoebe, I said extending my hand. Technically, I wasnt lying. I wasnt a member, my parents were. I hadnt even been here in years. And I was out for a walk.Amusement danced in his blue eyes. Jeremy, he said back.When I chewed on my lower lip, I noticed how his eyes focused on it.Mine focused on the entirety of his mouthhis strong, firm jaw, his sensuous lips, and his tongue that had snuck out to lick his lips.That mouth.It was almost too much. Almost.Will they or wont they? #ToxicLoveMeet Phoebe Jeremy in this second chance romance!

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Posted byat10:00 AM6 comments: Thursday, July 16, 2015 Release Blitz: Ruin color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
"We met in a nightmare. The in-between 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 retribution-deliverer. 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 vengeance-and finally find redemption?
"Ruin Rule is a full-length book at 436 pages and ends on a cliffhanger. Cleo and Kill's story continues in SIN SUFFER."Another completely enthralling read from anauthor that is well known as the queen of mindf*ckery. In person, Pepper Winters could not be moreopposite to the content of her stories, she is such a lovely lady and youwonder just how she comes up with such incredibly dark stories like this. There are so many layers to this story thatyou will not want to skip a word and I found myself thirsting for every tidbitof insight to help make sense of what the heck was going on.We begin this story with a nameless youngwoman with no memory of who she is and there are pepperings of flashbackswhich seem to confuse her more than anything as she tries to piece themtogether to make sense of it all.Then there is Arthur Killian, president ofthe Pure Corruption MC, the man currently in possession of this amnesicconfused woman. He walks around with acloak of anger and regret clouding his every moment. He is intent on avenging the death of someonewho was important in his life. Everystep and decision he has made in the last eight years has been careful planningto exert revenge on the person responsible for his misery.'Kill carried aweight inside. A betrayal so deep helived, breathed, almost died with it, all while it rotted away at hishappiness'As the story moves forward you can justfeel something building, something dark and foreboding lurking in thebackground getting ready to pounce when you least expect it. As much as dont want to know, you also cantwait to know. It is this feeling thatkeeps you inhaling the pages like you need them as you need air to breath.Just when you think you have it all workedout and the ending all plotted out in your mind, everything changes and you areleft with your mouth gaping open, completely mind f*cked. That is why we love reading Pepper's books,there is nothing predictable and it is an exhilarating experience, the veryessence of why I love to read.PrologueWe met in a nightmare.The in-between 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 OneI always believed life would grant rewards to those most worthy. I was fucking naïve. Life doesnt rewardit ruins. It ruins those most deserving and takes everything. It takes everything all while watching any remaining goodness rot to hate.Kill[ORN_SB]Darkness.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 brokenat least it didnt feel that waybut everything was bruised. The fuzziness receded wisp by wisp, parting the clouds of sleep, trying to shed light on whatd 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 didnt 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 enterjust 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 fearbut it wasnt mine. It was theirs.It wasnt 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 wouldnt 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 didnt 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?Nothing.I hadnt been stupid or reckless. I thinkNo hint or clue as to where Id been or what Id been doing when theyd 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 twine-beasts. 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 rememberPanic.Nothing.I cant remember.Get up, bitch, a man said. Something jabbed me in the ribs. Wont tell you again. Get.I froze as my mind hurtled me from present to past.Ill miss you so much, she wailed, hugging me tighter.Im 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 heartThe 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.Unfortunately.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 wasnt a masquerade.This was real.This is real.My heart thudded harder, fear slipping through my defenses. But full-blown terror remained elusive. Slippery like a silver fish, darting on the outskirts of my mind. It was there but fleeting, keeping me clear-headed and strong.I was grateful for that. Grateful that I maintained what dignity I had leftremaining 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 Id 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 didnt stop again. My bare feet traversedwood?Bare feet?Where are my shoes?The missing knowledge twisted my stomach.Where did I come from?How did I end up here?Whats my name?It wasnt the terror of the unknown future that stole my false calmness. It was the fear of losing my very self. Theyd stolen everything. My triumphs, my trespasses, my accomplishments and failures.How could I deal with this new world if I didnt 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 deletedIt 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.Again.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 outthe 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 bycopper and metallicblood?Whywhy is that so familiar?I gasped as my mind free-fell into another memory.I dont 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.Dont overthink it. Its not what youre doing to the animal to make it bleed. Its what youre doing to make it live. My professor shook his head, waiting for me to swill out my mouth and return white-faced 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 thatd been dumped in a plastic bag to die after being shot with BB gun pellets. Hed 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 creatures life force until it no longer affected me.Picking up a scalpel, I said, Im readyHoly fuck! The man guiding me forward suddenly whacked the base of my spine. The hard pain shoved me forward and I tripped.Wireget me fucking reinforcements. Hes 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 Id 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.Im 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 couldnt remember anything about medicine or how to heal. All I knew was Id been trained to embrace the scent of blood. I wasnt afraid of it. I didnt 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 couldnt 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 arent I crying?I once again searched for fear. It wasnt natural not to be afraid. Id woken up alone, stolen, and thrown into the middle of a war, yet I wasnt 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 didnt know who I was, but it didnt 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.Its 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.Im not bending nothing, you asshole. You arent my Prez!I am. Have been for the past four years.Youre not. Youre his bitch. Dont think his power is yours.Another fightmuffled 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 chosenthe one you hand-picked to slaughter me and take over the Clubhes dead. Did you ever stop to think Wallstreet made me Prez for a fucking reason?Another moan.Im the chosen one. Im the one who knows the family secrets, absorbed the legacy, and earned his way into power. You dont know shit. Nobody does. So bend a fucking knee and respect.Another tremor ran down my back.Silence for a time, apart from the squelch of boots and heavy breathing. Then a barely muttered curse. Youll die. One way or another, we wont put up with a Dagger as a Prez. Were the Corrupts, goddammit. Having a traitor rule us is a fucking joke.Im the traitor? The man who obeys your leader? Who guides in his stead? Im the traitor when you try and rally my brothers in a war? A heavy thud of a fist connected with flesh. NoIm 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 couldnt remember? No matter how I pieced it together, I couldnt make sense of anything.The air was thick with anticipation. I didnt know how many men stood before me. I didnt 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 cease-fire was fragile and any moment it would explode.A single threat slithered through the grass like a snake. Ill kill you, motherfucker. Mark my words. The true Corrupts are just waiting to take you out.The gentle foot-thuds of someone large vibrated through the ground. The Corrupts havent existed for four fucking years. The moment I took the seat, its been Pure Corruption all the way. And youre not fucking pure enough for this Club. Youre 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.Murder was committed right before me.The inherent need to nurture and healthe part of me that was as steadfast as the beat of my heartwept with regret.Death was something Id fought against on a daily basis, but now I was weaponless.I hated that a life had been stolen right before me. That I hadnt been able to stop it.Im a witness.And yet, Id witnessed nothing.Id 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 didnt know who was friend or foe. But a second reaction came quickly; the urge to share my calmnessto let her know that no matter what happened, she wasnt alone. We faced the same futureno 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.Well go back and make sure were still covered.Send out the word. Its over. The Prez wonno anarchy today.Each voice was distinct but my ears twitched only for one: the earthquake rumble that set my skin quivering like quicksand.He hadnt spoken since hed condemned someone to death and pulled the trigger. Every second of not hearing him made my heart trip faster. I wasnt afraid. I should be. I should be immobile with fear. But he invoked something in mesomething 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.Needed.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 uncovered.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 groundedcompletely nonsensical and far too strange.I needed proof that this was real.I needed concrete evidence that I wasnt 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 hold.I didnt say a word or move. I just waited. And breathed. And listened.The mans 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.Hes hurt.The pressure of the blindfold suddenly released, trading opaque darkness for a new kind of gloom.Night sky. Moonshine. Stars above.Anchors of a world I knew, but no recognition of the dark-shrouded industrial estate where blood gleamed silver-black and corpses dotted the field.Im 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 lifepast, present, and futurelost all purpose the second I stared into his soul.The fear Id been missing slammed into my heart.I quivered. I quaked.Something howled deep inside with age-old knowledge.Every part of me arched toward him, then shied away in terror.Him.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.Jaw-length dark hair, tangled and sweaty, framed a square jaw, straight nose, and full lips. His five-oclock 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. Its notMy 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 devil.I shivered at the changeat 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. Youre mine now.When I didnt 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 couldnt 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 didnt sway. I didnt cry. Only pulled the disgusting gag from my mouth and stared in silence.I stared up, up, up into his bright green eyes, understanding something I shouldnt understand.This was him.My nightmare
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