As promised here is the new cover for my fourth book in the Dark Breed Enforcer series. Zeke's book promises more of the same fast paced action and electric chemistry as my previous books with plenty of twists for you, my fans.
Release date is set for July 4th which gives me more than one reason to celebrate the holiday. Stay tuned for many opportunites to win a copy of Dark Desire. Now here is a teaser for you as promised.
TEASER:
He
barked out a harsh laugh, his words laced with venom as his lip curled into a
sneer. “There is no such thing as a peaceful Lemurian. You are all killers.
It’s in your nature to war and take what you want by force. Leaving nothing but
devastation and ruin in your wake.”
She
really didn’t know what to say to that one. His hate chilled her skin, the air
so thick with his animosity she could barely pull in enough air into her lungs.
The room closed in on her making her head swim. She needed to get away from
this madman who just told her he had every intention of killing her.
“I’m
just a damned stripper.” Her voice shook with fear and desperation. “Please let
me go. I won’t call the cops. Just let me go … please.” The words didn’t come
easy to her, nor did the fear she felt coursing through her like icy sludge
threatening to immobilize her.
“Save
it.” He bit out, his face as hard and implacable as stone. “You just don’t get
it, do you? Nothing you say will make a damn bit of difference. Your ass is
mine, and I alone will decide how long you live and how much pain you exist in.
Face it. You’re screwed, so save your breath.”
His
movements blurred as he once again closed the space between them and gripped
her arm, tugging her through the living room and down a hallway, and past
several closed doors along the way. He opened the last one on the right,
shoving her into bedroom. Nothing but a bed, white walls and old battered
dresser adorned the room. An old brass pot stood near a wall, but it was the
chains attached to thick metal manacles bolted to the wall that made her heart
stutter within her chest. Her throat dried up as terror on a level she never
knew existed took hold of her with unrelenting force.
A
scream bubbled out of her throat as he shoved her back against the chains. She
fought with every ounce of strength she possessed, kicking and clawing at his
unprotected face and throat, but he proved too quick and jerked away from her
in time. Her nails only caught air.
He
snatched one wrist, attaching the cuff, then the other, effectively subduing
her arms. Her foot slashed out, but again he maneuvered out of harm’s way by
simply stepping back. She struggled to break the manacles, the chains only
giving her a few precious inches of freedom.
“Let.
Me. Go.” She snarled the demand feeling anger rise deep inside, burning away
the paralyzing fear from only moments before.
“I
don’t think so. You can scream all you want. This room is soundproof.” He shook
his head and walked to the door.
“Wait,
what am I supposed to do if I have to go to the bathroom? You can’t just leave
me like this.” She spat the words out, the taste of bitterness sharp on her
tongue.
His
gaze moved to the pot near her feet. “I’m sure you will find some creative way
to relieve yourself. Not my problem.”
She
shrieked, hurtling curse words at his retreating back and continuing long after
he closed the door after him.
