Days.Minutes.Weeks.Years.Hours.I didn’t know how much time had passed, nor did I care. It was peaceful in the black.Voices called to me, whispered echoes surrounded me. I could make them out, if I concentrated. But I didn’t want to concentrate. I wanted the peaceful black.Most of their words were lost in the depth, mangled, but I could hear the murmurs all the same.Caroline, Andrew…and Nathan.I could make out the tenor more than the actual words. Nathan didn’t say much, for which I was thankful, but I could hear Andrew. He was angry, screaming and cursing while Caroline was pleading.I shook every time I heard Nathan. His voice threatened to pull me back.I didn’t want to go back. The calm darkness held the pain at bay. I didn’t have to feel my heart shattering in there.Though the pain came through anyway every time he spoke.It wasn’t often, but it was there. He stayed silent, and I couldn’t help but wonder why he was there. Didn’t he leave me? Break me?
I was having trouble concentrating on the document in front of me and decided perhaps a cup of coffee was in order. The smell of the coffee would help to override the permeating scent of Nathan.The hair-raising, cackling sound of the Boob Squad’s laughter could be heard before I made it into the break room. I didn’t want to see them right then, but the need for coffee prevailed. I wasn’t in the mood to put up with them.“Oh, hi, Delilah,” Jennifer said as I entered.I walked up to the cabinet and pulled out a clean cup. “Morning, Jennifer.”There were four of them standing around. I couldn’t help thinking they should be working.“So glad to see you finally decided to return to work.”All of the sudden, I felt like I was in high school, being ganged up on by the popular girls. The difference was that there was no stepbrother named Adam to lead them like when I was younger—just a warped sense of entitlement.Ignoring them, I poured the liquid into a cup. My hand reached f
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Welcome to the Cameo HotelI get what I want.When I walked through the door of the Cameo Hotel I didn’t expect such a beauty to be working the front desk.The effect she has on me is intense, and I make her life a living hell because of it.I love her spirit, her internal defiance when completing the most inane task I assign her. My two week stay has turned into unending, just to be near her.She’s under my every command if she wants to keep me happy.There’s one last thing I want.Her.Find out more hereBecoming Mrs. LockwoodEvery girl has dreams of meeting Prince Charming, or at least I know I did.A fairy tale-like meeting of love at first site.Real life and fairy tales are very different.I’m just a small town Indiana girl that had a chance encounter with one of Hollywood’s golden boys. You may think you know where this story goes—not even close.Life is different. Marriage is hard. It’s even
BreachCopyright © K.I. LynnThis book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.Cover design/Interior Graphics by Lori Jackson DesignsEditorsChanse LowellN Isabelle BlancoD BeckMarti LynchPublication Date: April 24, 2013Genre: FICTION/Romance/EroticaISBN-13: 978-0997514094Copyright © 2013 K.I. LynnAll rights reserved
Hands.They were punishing. He grabbed my waist with a feral grip, pulling me to him hard while he thrust into me even harder. The way we both needed it.There would be bruises in the morning from where his hands found purchase, but I didn’t mind.The day was the same as the one before as he took from my body, my heart, and my soul. In return, he gave himself to me the only way he knew how: with bruising hands, passionate kisses, and hard thrusts.His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner.His hands moved up my thighs, his long, slender fingers playing my body, bending me to his will. They were a delicious torture, much like his words.His lips sucked at my neck, teeth digging in, making my eyes roll back. Another mark.I grinned. He loved marking me, and I loved hiding them from people. They were proof, a reminder of his need, his pleasure.My tongue ran up the column of his neck before I found the perfect location to mark him as well. The spot I chose, ju
It started out as one hell of a morning, so of course it had to be a Monday. It didn’t help that I only had three hours of sleep, thanks to work keeping me up at night. My brain was unable to shut down.I needed coffee.Stat.The day had to get better—the new hire was starting. Maybe I wouldn’t be in the office until midnight almost every night. The prospect of having a life again, thanks to the new employee, was wonderful. Not that I had much of one before. I’d been working sixty to seventy hours a week for the last four months since Vivian left us high and dry. I needed a vacation.Hell, I’d settle for leaving before five one evening a week.I pulled into the parking lot, zipping into my usual spot, and looked into the rearview mirror. My usually bright, expressive eyes were dull and bloodshot from lack of sleep, reflecting dark circles underneath and standing out against my pale skin. My hair was not cooperating, dirty blonde strands sticking up in all directions. I bru