Lusting (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 4)
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LUSTING is Book 4 of the Hot New BDSM Series, Masked Emotions.
The King of S&M kicks it up a notch!
Enzio opens the New York Looking Glass to rave reviews, offering the best in the world of S&M, including the infamous Dom 241. Lana begged him to stay in Seattle, but he refused to be hurt by her again. Determined to be with him, Lana learns more about his world from one of the best Mistresses at The Looking Glass, and quickly becomes one of the best Subs in the world. She is a natural, unbreakable, which intrigues Enzio, who knows her only by her alter ego, as she wears a mask whenever she is in the club and speaks with a British accent. A show with her would be perfect for his club, so he asks Lana about her, causing Lana to become jealous of her alter ego, and she wonders if Enzio felt the same when she desired the demanding hands of Dom 241.
“Who’s your new Dom or Master? Maybe I know him.”
“Actually, it’s a Mistress,” she sighed, “And she has been teaching me a lot.”
“That’s great! Who is she?”
Lana became quiet and her mind began to race on a name. She diverted the question by saying, “Oh, you don’t know her. She’s new.”
He laughed, “Hey, have you met Trinity?”
Lana’s cheeks suddenly kissed pink like a spring rose, and the blooming color slowly turned deeper as her smile stretched further. “I’ve met her,” she said, “I swear she’s a bit anal, though. She never takes off her costume when she’s in the club.”
Lana raised an eyebrow and felt an immense jealousy building up inside her at the tone of his voice. He sounded impressed and interested.
“So what else is she like? I heard she’s unbreakable. Is it true? Who trained her? How long has she been at the club?”
The questions kept piling one after another, and Lana’s jealousy of her alter ego began to claw at her like a rat in a cage. Then she said something she instantly regretted. “She’s my Mistress.”
That set him off like a bloodhound. “SHE’S A SWITCH!” He sounded so excited, and Lana couldn’t help but smile. “I was supposed to come to Seattle in two weeks for graduation, but I might come sooner to see her at work as a Mistress.”
“Wait, what?!” she yelped, but then she heard a sudden commotion coming from the other end of the line.
“Hey Lana, I have to go. I’ll see you at the end of the week.”
The second he hung up, Lana jumped out of bed. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” She ran down the stairs and into the office to rummage through the instructional videos that Enzio had made. Just as she was about to run back upstairs, the door opened and she looked up at the woman and smiled before saying, “I need your help.”
“Please Enzio, punish me,” she whispered as she looked into his eyes. She missed being under his control. She desperately needed him, and with every breath she wanted him. “Please punish me,” she whispered again as he kissed her neck and slowly moved up to her lips. “I have toys in the nightstand by my bed.”
He took her and spun her around, wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. He leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe before lightly kissing her neck. “No toys,” he whispered. He moved down to her shoulders. “No fake names, Trinity.”
“You know?” she panted.
He pulled her to the bed as she breathed heavily.
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It was the end of innocence as I knew it. At the age of fifteen, I was expected to be a submissive to a dominant. My dominant knew no other way to love or live. His was a love to which I found myself vulnerable, a love for which I was unprepared, and a love which ultimately threatened my survival.
It was Fifty Shades of Grey decades before the book was released and the movie graced theaters across the globe. As I watched the film during the weekend of its highly anticipated debut, the parallels between Fifty Shades of Grey and my life as a teenager were unbelievable, even to me, and I was unprepared for the reconstruction of events that took place inside my mind as I watched the film in the darkened theater. The feelings came back to me like a hurricane battering the eastern seaboard, the memories like waves pounding mercilessly against the rocks, over and over, images of the past spinning like tornadoes into my conscious mind, followed by days and weeks of flashbacks beating down upon me like punishing rains, marring the beauty of the coast as well as the person I had struggled to become, leaving the aftermath of its wrath to the survivors, such as myself.
On the screen that loomed as large as the wheat fields surrounding my hometown, my life as a teenager in an abusive relationship had been laid bare for the world to witness and enjoy. I never would have dreamed that a movie marketed as romance such as Fifty Shades of Grey would spark memories that I had painstakingly suppressed and evoke emotions which I had fought hard to depress until they had been tucked neatly into a dark and unapproachable corner of my mind. But make no mistake. My story is not that of a romance novel. My story is one of fear, and a kind of love to which I found myself vulnerable at a young age. It was the kind of love for which I was unprepared.
I was fifteen, impressionable, naïve and curious. He was a tall young man, with hair as black as a raven and the darkest eyes I had ever seen. Throughout the coming years, I would try to see behind the deep set eyes, but there was little emotion behind them, as years of abuse had instilled in him a stoicism rarely seen in someone as young as he. His lips were full and soft, and his slender body had not yet thickened to form the broad physique of a grown man. He was sexy in a raw, edgy sort of way, the desire to be refined never a part of him, though he craved respect, a craving that would never be satisfied.
We lived in the small agricultural town of Marysville in northern Kansas, a stone’s throw from the Nebraska state line. It was a typical small town for the region, a little burg nestled in the Heartland of the United States of America, and I learned at a young age that romance and violence are too often intertwined, and love and control too often confused.
My willingness to submit to him was what he craved, as in his world, submission was a form of respect. Domination and submission was what he had learned from his father, and it was what he knew. He was Christian Grey and I was expected to be his Anastasia Steele, although the words ‘Dominant’ and ‘Submissive’ had never been spoken nor any contract negotiated. It was sick and twisted, but I had become his possession. I was scared and confused, and as time passed I became paranoid and defensive, like my abuser, as I began to follow the path of least resistance.
The dark secret we shared set us apart from other teenage couples in our hometown. I was Ophelia, defending my Hamlet through the rage and brutality, because I knew what he had been through and what he continued to experience, even as I allowed the insanity to consume me. Reviving Ophelia, however, would prove to be a long and difficult process. Throughout our time together, I defended him despite the brutality I witnessed at his hands.
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When Kara’s roommate introduces her to a wealthy and charming older man, she has no idea that charm and polite words mean little in his world. When she learns his true motive for desiring her, it appears to be too late to correct her unfortunate mistake of becoming part of his far reaching empire, with his informants willing to do anything for him.
Kara gasped when she opened a box containing a strand of pearls and diamonds. “Are they real?”
Grant laughed at the naïvete of young Kara. “I will never settle for anything but the real thing.”
The conviction in his voice was on the edge of sinister, and Kara flinched a little at the touch of his finger making its way down her arm. He hooked the pearls at the back of her neck and led her to his bedroom. Behind the closed doors, he lay on the bed and ordered Kara to undress. Kara slid the zipper down in the black dress and looked into the dark brooding eyes of her master. Yes, this man was her master whether she wanted to admit it or not. He was her puppet master and when he pulled her strings, she danced for him.
Kara and Denise hurried aboard Grant’s jet and took a seat in the lap of luxury. Kara wondered why she heard the voice of Grant’s driver over the loudspeaker.
“He’s flying this thing?”
“Guess so.” Kara had no idea Grant’s driver was also a pilot, but there was a lot she didn’t know.
The airplane came to a stop with a jolt and the pilot entered the room where Denise and Kara were waiting. “Welcome home, ladies.”
Denise hopped out of her seat, eager to begin the adventure, but Kara noticed the somewhat sadistic, or was it hesitant, smile that formed on the pilot’s face. “Home?”
With the man looming over her, she felt a little fearful of him. His name, she learned, was Drago. He was a big man with broad shoulders and a wingspan that could rival a small aircraft. Kara had done a bit of snooping when Grant was asleep and discovered that Drago had been born and raised in Lithuania when it was part of the Soviet Union, that he had been trained to kill while working for the KGB, and that he loved vodka. He towered over her as he helped her down the steps.
“Grant is waiting at his private estate.”
A streaming light appeared and the magnificence of Grant’s island estate shone brightly. Kara’s breath caught as she took in the sight. The door opened and Grant stood in the entrance with his arms folded. His stance clearly indicated that he thought he was the king of the world. The two young women approached him slowly, as if waiting for some kind of signal from a higher being.
“Come in, ladies.”
Kara nodded, took her friend by the hand, and ran up the steps. “I didn’t know anyone could own an entire island.”
“My dear, Denise, everything is for sale.”
She looked around the interior and nodded. It was Kara who caught the true meaning of Grant’s words.
“Where in the world are we?”
“My privacy is of the utmost importance to me. Relax, my dear, and enjoy the weekend.” Grant opened a bottle of champagne and poured generous glasses. “Drago doesn’t usually partake, but when we’re on the island he can drink as much as he likes.”
Drago nodded as he downed the sparkling liquid in one big gulp.
“How about a tour of your home, Grant?”
Grant looked uneasily at Kara, but then he turned his attention to Drago. “Do me the honors, please. I believe I’ll visit with Denise. You don’t mind, do you, Kara?”
“Not at all.” If the old man was trying to make her jealous, it wasn’t working. Kara wanted him only for his money and nothing more. She was a little fearful, however, when Drago offered his hand, but the way his hand encased hers was somewhat reassuring and she relaxed as he guided her through the private home. The man’s hard exterior seemed to soften as he opened the door to each room. When he passed a door marked ‘private’ Kara asked what was inside.
Drago spoke softly, “Mr. Latham goes there to be alone or sometimes not so alone.”
They moved on, but when they came back around, they heard the deep voice of Grant Latham along with a giggling Denise. Drago stopped, so Kara wouldn’t see, but she saw anyway. The door to the room marked ‘private’ was opened and Grant and Denise went inside, closing the door behind them.
“Do not be upset,” Miss Kara.
“I’m not,” she lied.
Drago led her to a place within the home that was far removed from Grant’s room and motioned toward the photographs along the wall.
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Adonis Rising: When Leah falls in love with a man who shares her interests and dreams, she knows he is the one for her. What she doesn’t know is that he carries with him dark secrets and a past that nearly destroyed him. She tries to understand him, but he pushes her away and into the arms of another man. When this new man learns the identity of Leah’s on again off again lover, he realizes that he, too, is involved in what could be an entanglement of the most dangerous kind.
Black Raven: When Vicki notices a small tear in the wallpaper of her old house, she discovers a hole in the actual wall. Tearing down the thin plaster, she finds a room of thick cement. Searching the internet for information about the houses in her neighborhood, she learns that years ago the area had been part of the Underground Railroad for runaway slaves. With a plausible explanation for the room that seems awkward in its placement, she runs her hands along the cold cement and the faded scribbled names. One appears to be Wilson but the last name is unclear. A voice from behind her booms, “Wilson Jones.” A stunned Vicki turns to see a tall, dark man with full lips and bulging muscles.
Inheritance: When Anya reluctantly agrees to a year on her family’s ranch, a rite of passage by all who are born into the great Brandywine Empire, she expects to be met by a driver in a limousine but instead sees a pickup truck covered with dried mud. As she is helped into the dirty vehicle that smells of manure, she silently curses her father for imposing such hardship upon her, but one look at the sexy cowboy whose hands are on the wheel of the aromatic vehicle and Anya decides that a year away from the arrogant moneyed men of her world may not be so bad.
Scheme Weaver: Sadie believes she has found true happiness when she meets a young veterinarian. Her ex, however, harbors bad feelings toward her and resents her ability to move on without him. When Sadie agrees to visit him in an effort to provide some form of closure for the two of them, she discovers that her ex has become a wealthy man in a very shady business. He makes her an offer that she may not be able to refuse without risking her life or the life of her new lover.
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Unable to resist a mystery, Jerry uncovers an on-line gaming site referring to a ‘secret place’ for young people who feel they don’t fit in and a game master who promises them a world where they will belong. When the daily news headline reads, “Pritchett, James (31), Murderer, Escapes from Prison,” Jerry’s mind begins to race, and after a bit of research, he finds more about the elusive Mr. Pritchett. Guilty of murdering the Watts family, he escaped prison and was last seen not far from the city of Somerville. But is the escaped prisoner the game master?
“What’s this game?” I pointed at the name, “The Clash of Magic and Swords?”
“Beats me,” said Justin. Nick shook his head as well.
“It’s an on-line multi-player strategy game,” said Kate. “It has a lot of fantasy elements in it.”
“People play on-line games,” said Justin. “There’s nothing weird about it.”
He was right. “Look for something else,” I said. I wanted to find something important on Will’s laptop, something that would give us a hint about who had taken him or if he was in contact with someone.
There were pages where Will talked about going out on his own and finding a ‘secret place’ to share with his friends, especially Stephen. I read one of the entries to myself. It was written about six months ago. “I wish I could find a place, a place I could call my own. I would be surrounded by my friends and we would play as long as we wanted. Maybe someday I’ll find it and then I’ll go there.” I read the rest of the pages. William sounded obsessed with finding his own ‘secret place.’ I read an entry that was made a month ago. “I think I’ve found it. Stephen and I came to know about it around the same time. I can’t wait to go there. He said he’ll take both of us. I’m so excited. We are Orphans of the World!”
“Who’s he?” I asked myself. At first I thought it was Stephen, but re-reading the last line again told me there was a third person involved.
“A Clash of Magic and Swords,” she answered enthusiastically. “I made a lot of friends through this. Have you heard of it?” she asked.
“No…I…” and then I remembered. I had seen the game in both Stephen’s and Will’s history when I was in their rooms. Stephen played the game on his laptop while Will played it on his desktop computer. My mind felt as if it was trying to tell me something but I couldn’t make out what.
“Can you find out how many people in Somerville play this game?” I asked.
Ana nodded at me. “The game has all kinds of stats in it,” she said. “You can know more about the game from here,” she answered, opening a menu for me.
“Thanks,” I said. I looked at the menu in front of me. It had all sorts of information. The final version of the game was made available to the public six months ago. According to the statistics, Ana’s profile showed more than a hundred players from Somerville. There was also a list of different teams or guilds players could join.
My eyes noticed the guild named “Orphans Of The World.”
“That’s a very powerful guild,” said Ana. “It’s very exclusive.”
“Can you show it to me?” I asked.
“We do not belong here. Our place is below the sun and moon. Those of you who wish to join, come open the circle to our world.”
“The Game Master of Somerville”, young adult murder mystery by A.J. Raven, is available from the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Google, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
As the youngest transplant surgeon in the city, Elizabeth Guest is living the dream, but when one of her patients is missing without a trace, her credibility is not the only thing that is in danger. Learning that a doctor with fake credentials dismissed the young man in her care, she begins an extensive search to locate him, but the few clues she discovers lead her on a perilous journey.
Elizabeth spent the day berating the hospital administrator for allowing a fake physician to get anywhere near one of her patients. “He was critically ill,” she screamed. The administrator said nothing. He nodded his head until she was finished and then quietly told her to leave. “What? Aren’t you going to look into the situation?” “I’m in charge here, Dr. Guest.” He stood up and showed Elizabeth to the door, closed it behind her, and made a quick phone call.
As Elizabeth walked down the hallway and slowly made her way back to where the real work was done, she felt betrayed and helpless. The administrator had treated her like a nonentity. He was new to the hospital, but a number of administrators had come and gone in the last several years. Elizabeth did what was expected of her and left for the day. It was out of character for her not to work overtime, but today she didn’t care.
She walked home and unlocked the door to unfamiliar surroundings. “Jeff?” She looked around at the expensive furniture that had replaced her comfortable chairs and sofa, and the light fixtures of crystal that hung from the ceilings. “Jeff?” She took the stairs as fast as she could, trying to locate him. In her bedroom stood a huge bed. The spread was new, too, a multicolored display that she knew she couldn’t afford. She turned to see a man in a white robe, his hair wet from the shower, and a smile formed from wetted lips. “What did you do?”
“You deserve only the best, Dr. Guest.” With one slow movement, he slid the ties of his robe apart and let the garment fall to the floor. He approached her, his breath warm on her neck. He was strong and sensual, the kind of man Elizabeth had fantasized about. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, the bed he was determined to share with the doctor.
Waking up in the arms of a man was new to Elizabeth, and she lay in bed while Jeff put his culinary skills to work.
“You’re too good to me, young man.”
“Young man, huh? Does that make you my old lady?”
Elizabeth didn’t respond as she stuffed her mouth with pancakes. “I’m off today, want to take in some of the sights?”
“I have a few things I need to take care of, doc. Let’s do the tour of the city another time.”
“See you later, sweet one,” he said. He grabbed the keys to Elizabeth’s Lexus, leaving her alone. She thought little of it as she went about her day, but as she pulled the spread from the bottom of the bed, Jeff’s cell phone rolled across the floor. She picked it up and noticed a text message lighting up the screen. ‘Dr. G. in yesterday. Meet me soon.’ Elizabeth stared at the screen. It was the hospital administrator, but what was he doing texting Jeff? She was tempted to text back, but if Jeff was on his way to meet with the administrator, he would know that she was the one doing the texting. She looked for old texts, but Jeff was smarter than that. He had deleted them. Elizabeth placed the cell phone on the bedside table and waited for him to return.
Two hours later she heard the front door open and the familiar sound of Jeff’s hurried steps. “Elizabeth, I’m home,” he sang.
“Up here.” She lay on the bed next to the table, hoping for some explanation. “You left your phone.”
“I noticed that.” He picked it up and slipped it into his back pocket.
He pulled it out and glanced down at the message. “It’s nothing.” He climbed onto the bed and wrapped himself around her, hoping she would forget about the message that he was certain she had read.
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When Olivia returns to Horseshoe Hills to sell her childhood home, she discovers someone or something living in her house. Family photographs are gone and in their stead are photos of a man dressed in black trousers and a laced up white shirt. He appears young, with a pompous smile on his face. Olivia is unaware that she is being watched, and in the eyes of the watcher she is the epitome of the evils of secular society, wearing too much makeup and clothes so form fitting they leave little to the imagination.
“Hello,” she called many times as she went from room to room. It was too quiet, so she ran up the stairs to her old bedroom. The door was shut and she heard muffled voices coming from inside the room. She listened with her ear to the door to the unmistakable sounds of sex. She stood with her arms crossed, fuming as each minute passed. When the door opened, she grabbed the man by the arm. “Hey loverboy, that’s disgusting. Who are you anyway?”
The man was unaccustomed to women questioning him. He gave the orders in his world. He placed his hands firmly on Olivia’s arms. “I am Adal.”
“Get out of my house, Adal!”
Adal raised his hand as if to slap her across the face, but she stopped him in mid swing. “I would think twice about that if I were you.”
“Woman, let go of me!” Adal forced Olivia’s hand from his arm and walked off, but Olivia was right behind him.
“You’re not fooling anyone. I know your kind. I grew up here, and every cult leader in the country tried to put down roots in this part of the country. I suppose you think that since no one was living here, the house belongs to you. Well, it doesn’t.”
Adal spun around. “This is not a cult.” He walked away and looked out into the back yard. A smile formed on his lips as he watched the women toil in the dirt. One by one they would be chosen to share his bed. They knew what was expected of them. His fleshly desires were theirs to satisfy and for this honor they would be rewarded in the hereafter. He glanced back at Olivia. She was the epitome of the evils of secular society. She wore too much makeup and with the clothes she wore, anyone could easily visualize her naked form. Adal realized he was staring and quickly averted his gaze to the floor.
Adal stood in the doorway of Olivia’s bedroom and listened to the sound of her tears. Curled into a fetal position, she looked younger than her years, and he felt sorry for her. He stepped inside the room and sat down on the bed. He wiped the tears that streamed down her face and waited for her to open her eyes. “I am so very sorry for the loss of your parents. Perhaps keeping the house would help fill the void in your young life. We can be your family, Olivia, if you will allow us. I will bring you some tea.”
“Okay,” Olivia mumbled.
Clara was folding laundry when Adal asked her for some hot tea. “Shall I add the special herbs?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Drink this, Olivia. You will feel better soon.” Olivia drank about half and then handed the cup to Adal, but he insisted that she drink it all. Then he watched as she slowly drifted off to sleep. When her eyelids began to flutter, he knew that the visions were coming to her. She began to thrash about and Adal lay down beside her and held her, whispering, “We are here for you, Olivia. The dreams will subside if you succumb to their will.”
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When Vicki notices a small tear in the wallpaper of her old house, she discovers a hole in the actual wall. Tearing down the thin plaster, she finds a room of thick cement. Searching the internet for information about the houses in her neighborhood, she learns that years ago the area had been part of the Underground Railroad for runaway slaves. With a plausible explanation for the room that seems awkward in its placement, she runs her hands along the cold cement and the faded scribbled names. One appears to be Wilson but the last name is unclear. A voice from behind her booms, “Wilson Jones.” A stunned Vicki turns to see a tall, dark man with full lips and bulging muscles.
“How did you get in?”
“Front door was open. You know, you really should be more careful. You never know when someone like me might take advantage of someone like you.”
Vicki took a step back. “What do you mean…someone like you?”
Wilson motioned toward the empty room. “A runaway slave.”
“You’re not a runaway slave. That was years ago.”
“Ah, yes, well, perhaps I should have said, “The great-grandson of a runaway slave.”
“Do you live around here?” Vicki whispered.
“Next door, in the abandoned house.”
“You mean you don’t own it?”
“You obviously didn’t do your homework when shopping for houses. Didn’t you wonder why the price of this monstrosity was so low?”
“Well, sure, but I just thought it was a good deal.”
“Oh, it is…it is a very good deal. The neighborhood is full of squatters such as myself.”
Vicki felt uneasy with this man in her house and she wanted to ask him to leave, but she also wanted to know why he had come to her house at such an odd time of the night. “Why did you come into my house?”
“Curiosity, I suppose. I watched you move in and I know you live here alone.” His eyes seemed to become darker as he flashed his white teeth in a wide smile.
“What do you want from me?”
“Ah, the pretty white princess is just like all of the rest, is she?”
Vicki was lifted easily into Wilson’s arms and he laid the petite woman down upon his bed. She felt safe and protected with this man whose skin was as dark as night. Vicki’s slender arms around him made Wilson feel like a man again, a feeling he thought he had been robbed of forever.
As they lay together, Vicki thought that Wilson was the perfect man. It was not until the light shone through the window the following morning that she realized what she had done. She had slept in the arms of a black man. That was taboo in her world, something so forbidden that women who were seen with men such as Wilson were often shunned in public places. Vicki smiled sweetly and told him that she needed to go home.
“See you around, Vicki.” Wilson turned on the shower and closed the bathroom door. With the water streaming down his face, he could almost ignore the tears that were mixed with it.
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The beautiful young bride of the town’s wealthiest man has been missing for several months and rumors of her whereabouts are rampant. Some speak of murder at the hands of her husband. Others claim that the young beauty died at the hands of a jealous ex-boyfriend. She could have run away, but why would a woman throw away a life of luxury? When a group of friends begin to search for her, they quickly discover that their lives are in danger by those determined to keep the woman’s whereabouts unknown.
I inserted the key into the key hole and opened the front door. Without a word, Ash and I walked inside. The hall was huge and decorated with expensive looking furniture, and decoration pieces made of crystal lined the shelves. Pictures of Nigel’s forefathers hung on the walls. The people in the pictures had an air of importance around them, similar to Nigel’s.
“You look downstairs,” I told Ash. “I’ll go and check upstairs. Meet you back here in a few minutes.”
“What am I supposed to look for?” Ash asked in a whisper.
“Don’t know,” I answered. I wasn’t even sure what to look for myself.
I began ascending the huge staircase. A huge portrait of Mr. Nigel and Devona greeted me at the landing. They looked happy to me. Nigel looked less serious and arrogant and Devona was beautiful in a pink gown. Giving the picture another look, I walked to my left and opened the door to a bedroom. I opened the drawer next to the bed and found a photo album full of pictures from Nigel’s and Devona’s wedding. The more I looked, the more their marriage appeared as if it had been a private affair. The entire photo album showed only the bride and her groom.
It took me a few minutes to realize that I was bound to a chair. “People know that I’m here,” I yelled at him.
He didn’t seem to listen and gently stroked Devona’s long blonde hair. I looked around the attic. Jars filled with red liquid lined the wall behind Devona. I noticed my cell phone near her chair smashed into pieces.
“Why?” I asked as I tried to loosen my hands.
“Devona is special,” he said, and I watched him pick up a syringe from a table. “My master told me that.”
“Who is your master?” I asked. He has gone totally crazy.
“Shut up!” he yelled at me. “Do not speak of my master with your filthy mouth.”
I tried to move my feet, but they were bound as well. I turned my head. There wasn’t anything sharp in my reach either. I needed to escape from this place.
“It was my master’s doing,” he said, pouring the blood into a jar.
I noticed that the attic door behind me was open. If only I could move the chair a little. I slowly began to push the chair toward the attic stairs.
I was grabbed by my hair and couldn’t catch my balance.
“You imbecile!” he yelled. “My master will be proud to hear that you are dead,” he said, and I saw him raise the knife.
“Missing in Somerville”, new adult murder mystery by A.J. Raven, is available from the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Sony, Google Play, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon and B&N. For the iBookstore link, click on the Cover Above. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
The man who came to Colville knew there was something unique about the young men he was ordered to observe. They had been able to ward off a curse and survive a vampire attack. The man had spent most of the day observing the town and keeping an eye on the young men. One of them was ill and the man knew why. The other one had no idea he was being followed, but as far as the man was concerned, he was a below average werewolf at best. Still, there had to be a reason for a vampire to show up in Colville, other than creating two werewolf slaves.
Arousing the Legacy centers around the small town of Colville which appears to have been chosen by a paranormal power for a very deliberate purpose. It is up to a small group of friends to discover what that purpose is and why their town was chosen, all while encountering vampires, werewolves, and zombies, and fearing for their lives. But could one of their own be among the paranormal?
The woman could hear the two young men perfectly and she was trying hard not to turn around. ‘Mere mortals,’ she thought as she walked. One of them wolf whistled and the woman stopped walking.
“I think that bombshell heard you.”
“You think she will come back to spank me?” Cory asked in a flirty voice as he passed his hand through his brown hair. “I’m all for it, if she does.”
The woman clenched her fists. “I don’t know, Cory,” laughed the boy. The two of them smiled as they watched the woman walk toward them. “I got this,” said Cory as he stood up straight. The woman stopped in front of them and they smiled at her. “So,” began Cory. He took a step toward her. He could smell leather and perfume. “You looking for something exciting to…” Cory yelled as he felt the pain.
“Hey, you psycho!” yelled Dave as he took hold of her arm. He tried to pull her away but couldn’t. The woman gave a smile and her eyes turned from blue to red as Dave stood still in fear. “What…what are you?”
“Don’t tell me you guys won’t play with me now?” asked the woman sweetly. “Now what to do with you both?” she asked. She loved playing with her food. She was about to kill them when she smelled something…her partner. He would never allow her to have fun on the job. She knew he was close even if she couldn’t see him. He was an expert in hiding and if he had allowed her to catch his scent, it meant that he wanted her to notice him.
“You are no fun,” she said. She knew he could hear him. She let go of the two young men and they fell to the ground, still in pain. She rolled her eyes at them and walked away. A few seconds later she watched as a black car came to a halt.
“Get in,” said a tall black haired man from inside of the car. The woman rolled her eyes and sat down in the passenger’s seat.
“Why did you stop me?” she asked as she looked at the houses they drove past.
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