Cover Reveal ~ Lost Boy~ Ker Dukey

A NEW DARK ROMANCE/THRILLER
BY INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING AUTHOR, KER DUKEY WITH GIVEAWAY

Lost Boy

By International Bestseller Ker Dukey

When Lizzy was seven years old, she witnessed the abduction of her best friend and next-door neighbor, Jack Peters, taken from her backyard by his convicted serial killer father who had escaped from prison and come for his son. His abduction haunts Lizzy into adulthood.

Still guilt-ridden over Jack’s disappearance, Lizzy struggles to form and commit to relationships in all aspects of her life. When a new murder happens in her hometown, similar to those from years ago by the hand of Jack’s father, whispers and rumors begin circulating, bringing up turmoil and sorrow for Lizzy. Nothing can prepare her for when a ruggedly handsome mystery man walks into the coffee shop where she works. Their connection is palpable, the intensity mind-blowing, the familiarity terrifying.

Lizzy’s world is about to turn on its axis, and everything she ever thought to be a truth will be questioned. Has Jack returned home? And what if her version of reality differs from his?

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My books all tend to be darker romance, the edge of your seat, angst-filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles…prepare for the unexpected.

I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bedtime stories with my sisters growing up.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made of light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

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Jade West Sugar Daddies Release Blitz


Title: Sugar Daddies 
Author : Jade West 
Genre : MMF, Erotic  Romance
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A sugar daddy website doesn’t seem a sound basis for an A1 life plan, but I’m a small town girl with big dreams, and there’s this one advert, this one crazy advert I can’t stop thinking about…
Two hot guys seeking their Little Miss Right.
Someone who can entertain them, amuse them, fit in with their corporate schedule.
And sex. They want sex.
Lots of sex.
Bonus, right? One major dose of epic win.
Of course, guys like Carl and Rick have their conditions. One being that they come together, or not at all.
Hell, I can live with that.
And there are no skeletons in their designer closet, none that I can find.
Just two hot sugar daddies, with particular tastes, nothing to worry about.
Until Carl and Rick spill the big one, the one that sends the girls running. A whole string of them before me, running to the hills without so much as a backward glance.
Maybe I should run, too. Thanks but no thanks, see you around, guys, nice knowing you.
But I’m already in way too deep for that.
Warning – as with every other Jade West book, reader discretion is highly advised. This novel contains vivid depictions of MMF / MM relationships, and Jade’s characters, as always, have very filthy mouths. Mature readers only, please.


 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

I’ve had the pleasure of reading Jade West’s books before she always banks it!

Sugar Daddies is no different. Jade puts the B in Boom its its got that one element

that writers reach for.

Well written I was concerned about the length but Ms West kept the detail flowing

and didn’t get stagnant.

With the mesh of various personalities one dark sexy intense, one sexy hot and fun,

 one gorgeous and down to earth. Even in non paranormal fate

 is just that fate and its no running from it.

For the males that are so into each other, one expresses their love where the other

not so much never the less the love is there. Both wanting to add a third and has tried

in the past thinking money about buys just about anything, though doesn’t by

everything. The Sugar Daddies uses the internet to find their potential third.

Having made up their minds this will be it, if this one doesn’t work,

Enters the female, stunning easy going and has one major love in her life and

a dream. The money the “Daddies” are offering is her ticket. But can she, will

she be able to fullfill all their needs?

Again amazing full of hot scenes, realness and just a writers talent to bring it all

together and giving us what we crave.  Enjoy.

 
 
 

Jade has increasingly less to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s happy with this fact. 

Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted. 
Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile. 
She lives in the Herefordshire countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness. 
She has a red living room, decorated with far more zebra print than most people could bear and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola.
 
 


The RedLine Series by Sky Callahan

The Redline Series

All 5 Books now available on all platforms!

“Skye Callahan created a hero with dark delicious edges. The Redline Series is everything a romance should be.” Pepper Winters, NYT Bestselling Author

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Note: If you’re looking for rainbows, butterflies, and happy endings coated in chocolate and caramel, turn back now! This story deals with dark themes and intense situations that aren’t suitable for sensitive readers. If you’re looking for an intense roller coaster of emotions and situations that will warp your sense of right and wrong and drag you through the debauched underworld of crime and deceit, then you’re in the right place.

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Their struggle ignited when she woke in his bed and agreed to his offer. What was supposed to be her salvation, forced her deeper into two brothers dark game of sex, drugs, and exploitation.

Until one man overstepped the line.

Temptation destroys hope and addiction obscures any chance of escape—unless, against all odds, Colt and Aubrey can find a way to battle their inner-demons and put an end to the feud threatening the fate of the entire city.

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Skye Callahan

Named a Rising Star in Romance by iBooks in 2015, bestselling author Skye Callahan uses fiction to explore the darker aspects of human nature. Skye’s first dark romance Irrevocable was named a Top Read of 2014 by Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads, and continues to be a fan favorite.

Skye’s love of reading and writing started at a young age when she was inspired by fellow Ohio native, R.L. Stine, to release her imagination by putting her own pen to paper. Prior to pursuing writing full-time, Skye received a B.A. and M.A. in History and participated in numerous local history projects including a full-length Civil War documentary for Western Reserve PBS.

If you want to know what Skye is working on next, head over to her website, skyecallahan.com, where you can also pick up a free ebook just for signing up to her mailing list. You can also connect with Skye on Facebook /SkyeCallahan, Twitter /Skye_Callahan, or Instagram /authorskyecallahan.

 

Dark by Lora Ann Blog Tour

Presenting

Dark

Beautiful Ashes Series

Book 1

By Author Lora Ann

Genre: Erotic Thriller, Dark Romance

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Synopsis

Desperate people commit desperate acts.

All-consuming desperation led her to deceive herself, her sister, and the man she loves.

Keeley Kincaid is in over her head—trading one addiction for another. She’s convinced she can handle it and hold everything together.

But deception has a mind of its own.

Enter the world where lines blur. Nothing is as it seems. Good and evil come together in a macabre display. And at the heart of it all beats the drum of deceiving those loved most. Can love and light ever penetrate such darkness?

 

Craved Life

 

Excerpt

Darkness consumed the young woman. The dream was evident with every violent thrash she gave, yet something told her there was so much more. Cold sweat drenched her body as a monster from the past rose up to claim her, again. She should have fought. Should’ve demanded he stop. Problem was, she not only relished what his sadistic torture brought to life inside her, but savored it. Craved it. Wanted more and more until the demon fully possessed her. She invited him in as an adored lover welcomed her mate. His violence was familiar, comforting. She was as acquainted with his wrath as her own skin. Yes, Keeley was his and he knew it, demanding she bleed out for him—only him. With an enraged kick across the bed, she knocked over the bedside table, slicing her foot on a lamp that broke. The smell of blood wafted through the air, increasing her desire. She needed him to fuck her. To bathe in her life source until she ran dry.

The devil sneered as he took a bite of her innermost parts, draining her of every ounce of essence she could provide. And she only wanted to give him more as he took with a vengeance, malevolence raging to have her. From the grave he wrapped his decaying fingers around her throat and squeezed. “Give it to me, Keeley,” his seductive voice commanded.

Something in that awakened another side of her. A spark of light, she long considered forever extinguished, incessantly attempted to shine. The flame required her oxygen, her fuel to burn. Burn with a brilliance. Burn with a purpose. The demon roared and writhed beneath the ever-present love that wouldn’t let him take what was so clearly his. She wanted him, unmistakably claimed his wickedness as her own. He could give her what that damnable light never could. She was addicted to pain as if it’d become her new brand of heroin. He raged in fury at the flickering, tiny spark that refused to go out and let him have his prize. It was so weak, so pathetic, if he could convince her to put it out, once and for all, they could reign together. He’d have his queen to do with as he pleased—when he pleased. Never permitting death. An eternity of torture and pain he knew she yearned for in the deep recesses of her soul. Yes, her soul was what he fought for.

And he would have it!

All of a sudden, when he violently slammed his cock inside her forbidden hole he felt a pain like no other, screaming, the demon withdrew and examined his prized possession. Worry knitted his brow as he saw the decay climbing along his proud manhood. His hand shook as his body shuddered. What was happening? He searched rapidly to find the source of this new development. That was when he saw it, rising from the ashes. The damnable flair coming to life, still struggling to hold on, but fight it was doing. Immeasurable love blinding him as he shielded his eyes. He had to take care of that before it gained any more strength. In an instant, his quest shifted. Destroy that light, that fucking love, and she was his forevermore. He backed into the shadows he was so accustomed to, studying his newest foe. But his queen had more than one holding that light alive.

He hissed, “Lacey and those damn Strand brothers,” before realizing that, while Keeley’s sister and her new family posed a threat, she wasn’t his biggest adversary. No. The one called Tar was going to valiantly fight for her.

His maniacal laugh caused the troubled Keeley to rise, terror in her eyes as they darted around the room. She couldn’t see him, of course. He stepped closer and ran his hand through her hair and whispered, “Your knight will not save you. Love isn’t what you desire. Only I can give you what you need. Mark my words, beauty, he shall die. And you will be the one to destroy him.”

Keeley screamed and screamed and screamed until her vocal chords refused to function. Her eyes blinked rapidly, for she knew—she knew—her monster spoke the truth. If she permitted Tar into her heart, she would be his executioner. No more thought entered her mind as she moved like a robot. This was rote to her. Bag in hand, she snuck out like a thief acknowledging she could never return, yet if it kept Tar alive and safe, she’d gladly pay the price of loneliness. A light like his should never come in contact with the obsidian that was her.

Darkness smiled as he laced his fingers with hers and tugged her into a world she would never escape. He had won, after all.

 

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Waiting For Superman – Dautry

Enter Sandman – Metallica

Blackbird – Sarah McLachlan

Hero – Enrique Iglesias

Heaven Knows – The Pretty Reckless

Supermassive Black Hole – Muse

Welcome To The Jungle – Guns N’ Roses

Promiscuous – Nelly Furtado

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About Author Lora Ann

Lora is a Missouri native who relocated to California as a teen. She spent several years as an international flight attendant for a major airline before taking on her greatest job ever, a stay-at-home mom. Now she resides in Kentucky with her family, and has taken on her newest adventure, writing.

 

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Jade West, Teach Me Dirty Cover Reveal

Teach Me Dirty
Author: Jade West
Genre: Erotic Romance

They tell me it’s unhealthy, just a stupid crush. They tell me it’s infatuation, and will never come to anything. Never mean anything.
Because what would I know, right?
I haven’t even finished school. I’m just a silly little girl.

And no little girl should want the things I want from him.
No little girl should have the thoughts I have…

But they’re wrong.
I really do love Mr Roberts.
I love Mr Roberts because he’s the most amazing man, the most amazing artist, the most amazing teacher that could ever have existed.

And what if… just what if Mr Roberts wants me, too?
What if Mr Roberts really does want to Teach Me Dirty?

Jade West is a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. Her debut release, Dirty Bad Wrong, smashed into the Amazon top 100 in February 2015, followed by Dirty Bad Savage in June – an Amazon top 100 bestseller in 4 countries. Dirty Bad Strangers topped the erotica chart, reaching an impressive 13 overall in the US Kindle Store, and the latest tale of debauchery, Dirty Bad Secrets – returning to the heart of Club Explicit has just been unleashed on the public. 

Awaken Me Blog Tour by Alex Grayson

 
 

 

 
What do you do when you lose the single most important thing
in your life? You grieve. You sink so deep in a hole, you can no longer see the
top. All you see is dark. Your life becomes dull and dreary. You withdraw from
your friends, lash out at the ones your closest to, and become so absorbed in
your pain, you feel the only way out is to end it permanently. Your heart no
longer pumps properly and you can never get enough air in your lungs. You
drink, you neglect your health, and you rent dirty hotel rooms with the sole purpose
of ending your pain in them. Guilt eats at you for not being at the one place
you were needed the most. And you become angry because you were left behind.
Or at least, that’s what I did. Until she came along…
 
Chris, the bane of my existence. She’s always there in the
background, watching me, trying to ‘be there’ for me. But I don’t want her
help. I don’t need her to butt in where she’s not wanted. I just want to be
left alone in my grief. But she not giving up, even when I throw insult after
insult her way. Every time I turn around, there she is. And what’s worse, she’s
starting to make me want things. Things I never thought I could have again.
She’s making me forget the pain and bringing color back into my life with her
fiery red hair, bright green eyes, and the silly faces she makes at herself in
the mirror. But what happens if I let her in? Could I be brave enough to open
myself up, knowing the possibility of having it snatched away again. Once I
know the feeling of touching Chris, of having her heart and soul blend with
mine, I would never survive losing that.
 
Can I take the chance of her being my savior, even knowing
that she could also be the one that could push me other the edge of
self-destruction?
 
 
 
 
 
 

This was a first read for me from Alex Grayson, Not reading any of the series before

 I felt a bit out of sorts.The story of heartache and not giving up, even without

reading the entire series reading this still pulled at my emotions. Losing someone

that as your world, isn’t something you get over, its not

something you want to get over.

A torn soul grieving and holding on, tears a person up inside and shows on the outside

in a range of various emotions. Its easy for Nick to act the ass it helps him push

people away, its not long that he is alone. Alone to soak in his own misery and

heartache. Mired in his sadness and pain a life not moving on.

A light shows up in Nick’s darkness, Chris so sweet full of life and enough light

to shine on Nick’s dark world. Chris is a fighter and pushes even when Nick

pushes back, showing her nothing but anger and meaness. Chris continues to

show Nick she is there for him through it all.

A safe haven, I lighthouse in a storm

A full novel, with characters that are full of life and personality.

I’d had done better reading the prior books but Awaken Me was a awesome

heartache and story of love.

 
 
Pain.
 
That’s a word Bailey Winsor knows well, having endured it since she was a child from the people that were supposed to protect her. Just when her life appears normal, something Bailey has never experienced, she meets a man and falls in love.
 
Love can be deceiving.
 
Bailey jumps from the frying pan that was her childhood and into the burning bowels of hell, which is her sick and twisted husband. It’s hopeless. Suffering more years of abuse, Bailey eventually realizes that she has no choice but to run. 
 
Forced to stop in a small town in Ohio, Bailey encounters a town full of people that welcome her with open arms, especially Jaxon Walker, the tattooed and pierced local bar owner. Bailey has secrets she’s unwilling to reveal. Jaxon senses her fear and refuses to give up trying to discover them.
 
Will Bailey be brave enough and learn to trust Jaxon with her deepest secrets? Will Jaxon be strong enough to protect Bailey when her past comes knocking at her door?


 
 
****WARNING! PLEASE READ!! This book contains content like rape, drugs, and hard situations that may trigger bad memories for those that has been in similar situations. Not suitable for anyone under 18. **** 
 
Enduring the ultimate betrayal on her eighteenth birthday by the one person she loves most in the world, Mia Walker is no longer the innocent, sweet, young woman she used to be. She is now cold and hard, letting no one get close to her heart, except family. 
 
Mackai (Mac) Weston sees the changes in Mia on a daily basis. He knows he is the reason Mia is now the way she is. Never given the chance to explain what really happened that night so long ago, Mac is determined to make Mia finally listen and reclaim what was always his. 
 
When the truth finally comes out, danger shows its ugly face. There are people in Jaded Hollow that do not want Mac and Mia together. They are willing to do what ever it takes to keep them apart. 
 
Will Mac be strong enough to overcome temptation, even when the odds are against him? Will Mia forgive Mac when she realizes things weren’t what they seemed ten years ago?


 

 
 
Andrew Donovan is the outrageous goofy guy that everyone loves. In any setting he’s in, he takes front stage and makes everyone laugh; from his ridiculously funny t-shirts, to his naughty jokes, to his shameless flirting with anything that walks, both men and women. But what you see on the outside can sometimes be deceiving. Andrew has a secret. A secret that’s slowly withering away the fun loving guy that everyone knows. A secret that even his closest friends know nothing about.
 
When he first sees Jase in a picture, he knows instantly that he’s found the one person who will be his forever. He’s just impatiently biding his time for him to get to Jaded Hollow. Andrew is torn. On one hand, he’s finally found the other half of his soul, while on the other hand, he’s slowly dying inside. Tragedy is on the horizon and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.
 
Jase Matthews comes to Jaded Hollow a dead man walking. He knows it’s only a matter of time before they find him. There is no way they’ll let him live. At his first sight of Andrew, he’s instantly drawn to him, but he refuses the connection, knowing his days are numbered. However, it’s not long before he realizes the pull Andrew has on him is something he can’t fight.
 
Can Andrew find the courage to reveal to his loved ones the secret he’s kept for years? Will Jase be the man to help him overcome the grief he feels inside? And what happens when Jase’s past catches up to him and threatens to take away the man Andrew’s waited forever to meet?
 
 

 
 
 
Alex Grayson is originally from the south, but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio, she absolutely loves living in the north. Her and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, son, one dogs, two cats, eight ducks, and three chickens. She hopes to eventually get a couple of goats to add to their country way of living. Besides her family and home, her next best passion is reading. She is often found with her nose obsessively stuck in a book, much to the frustration of her husband and daughter. On more than one occasion Alex found herself wanting a book to go a certain way, but it didn’t. With these thoughts in mind, she decided to start writing stories according to her own visions. Although this is a new endeavor for her, she hopes that readers find her concepts on romance intriguing and captivating. Alex welcomes and encourages feedback, of any kind. She can be contacted at alexgraysonauthor@gmail.com.
 
 

 
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Mindf*ck blog tour ~ Kimber S. Dawn


MINDF*CK

By Kimber S. Dawn



The following story, while it may contain facts and pieces of actual truth, is based fully on fictitious events and the psychotic mind of the author.
Tread carefully. She keeps warning you. This time she’s just point blank said it. Be prepared to be MINDFUCKed.
Once upon a time I was a little girl who grew up and had all her dreams come true… And I’m sure you’ve heard the whispered question, you know, the one about what happens after the shoe fits? Well, my name is Lexy Dean, and I’m here to tell you.
Don’t be mad at me, darling, *winks*
For, it was you who wanted, asked, and begged for this MindFuck.



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The last poignant visual of the past seven years I’ve lived can be reflected in what I saw on my last night within the gates of Bill Clements.

What landed me in that little facility called a maximum security prison in Amarillo, Texas? Don’t worry. We’ll get to that.
I’d worked in a program called PAMIO, or Program for Aggressive Mentally Ill Offenders. I still don’t know exactly what my job description entailed—all I knew was they called me an SSI. And no, I don’t know what that shit stands for either.
I was just there to serve my time, not make friends or call the place home.
Anyway—I’d just finished my shift where it was my job to clean up behind all the crazy as fuck people who were locked up in West Texas. And I was headed from what us inmates called the shoo. In reality, the shoo is just an old SSI closet where they let the trustees from ad seg, or general population, change clothes or take a piss during our shifts.
However, it was the only place in the maximum security prison I could call home. Mainly, because it provided privacy.
I went there to unwind. And breathe.
I went there just to get out of my own head sometimes.
The last night I was there, which just so happened to be last night, I’d wrapped up last call, straightened up the shoo, and locked up the last ward of Texas’s criminally and mentally insane. After I clocked out, I stepped outside into the frigid Amarillo night air and lit up my last cigarette when something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention.
I only had seventeen more hours to serve. Seven-fucking-teen.
This guy’s name was Robby.
I stood, stuck in place and watched him from the grounds outside his cell, and I couldn’t help it. I could not turn away.
Morbid curiosity is a bitch, but it’s human, too. Keep that in mind.
Robby was mentally insane, of course, they were all fucking mentally insane. And criminals. But of all the other inmates I worked around or with, I’d felt a connection with Robby.
Every time our eyes locked, it felt like I was seeing an old friend again.
Needless to say, I blamed that connection on my being stuck last night.
I blame that connection for doing nothing, while witnessing another man die.
Over the last months, hell—it’d almost been a year since he was transferred here—I’d basically watched Robby starve himself to death. The guy probably weighed two-ten when he shuffled into Bill Clements gates shackled at his hands and feet eleven months ago. But the same man who stood in front of me last night at six-feet-two, couldn’t have fucking weighed a hundred pounds.
And as I stood, stuck, on the perfectly manicured grounds outside his cell, I watched as he slit his wrists with a razor and an eerie calm settled over me the further up his arms he cut.
Then, he took his smock—yes, I said smock. And no, I’m not kidding. They didn’t trust the PAMIO inmates with anything.
Shoestrings. Sheets. Clothes.
Nothing.
Because this guy had been diagnosed with suicide tendencies, related to self-deprivation of food or starvation, he was sentenced to spend time in PAMIO, a 390-bed facility located at the William P. Clements, Jr. Facility in Amarillo, Texas where he was given a paper smock. The kind you wear at the dentist when they’re cleaning your teeth—and nothing else.
Let me say this a little clearer, he was given nothing else to wear.
Now I, like everyone else in this god-forsaken place, knew that you could purchase a razor blade for the bargain price of seven stamps. Hell, you could probably purchase a fucking kidney for the right amount of stamps.
So this kid, this Robby, he probably got the razor with some stamps, and the smock when he was processed in at BC-PAMIO for seventy-two hours to seven days.
The smock was the trust he didn’t possess.
Either way, between the smock he shoved down his throat and the razor blade he slit his arms with from wrist to armpit, Robby, or PAMIO inmate number 12567, did get the job done.
And as the other SSI trustees had attempted to resuscitate, called the time of death, and hosed his cell clean…I finished my last cigarette and headed back to my cell.
It’s fucked up, Idn’t?
But on a fundamental level, we’re all beasts. Mind fucked. You either live or die. Especially when you’re in places like Bill fucking Clements. And when you’re ready to die? The fucking chances are you will.
And that’s all I’m taking from my time there. That knowledge.
Then, seventeen hours later…this world was mine. Again.
My oyster. Mine. And I’ll do with it what I will.
Why?
Because, I’ve paid my fucking time.
Listen closely.
I have paid my goddamn time.
And now that I have, it’s time Travis fucking Jackson paid his.



Snippet 2

“Lexy…Lexy?” I hear the man wiping away my tears and pulling my face up to his calling me, but I close my eyes. And I let the hurt hurt.

“Lexy? Sweetheart? Please, we…okay, you need to get your shit together. Now.”
But I can’t, and I can’t understand why he doesn’t understand that.
“No,” I say, fighting to turn away from him as I feel my bare ass being slid onto the cold bathroom marble counter top. “Stop. Okay?” I continue my demands, trying to shove at his chest, only to grip the material of his suit and tug instead. “STOP! Just stop.” I squeeze my eyes shut and shove the words out as fast as I can, “You obviously have no fucking idea how incredibly fucked you just fucked my life up, so just stop. Get your hands off of me, or I swear to god, I’ll fucking scream.” I finally shove him back and attempt to struggle against him.
But before I can make any progress against him and the wall that he is and get myself down off the counter top, I feel the back of my skull connecting with the vanity mirror behind me, and a swift second later I feel his palm setting fire to the outside of my right hip when it connects.
Did he just fucking slap me?
His right hand slides up between the valley of my breasts, and his fingertips grip then dig into my cheeks at my chin. His firm, rough manner with me causes my eyes to fly open and I glare, boring them into his brown ones.
And what I see, almost…it almost makes me hesitate.
His eyes are the most honest eyes…but I refuse to look too closely at that thought right now. I grit my teeth and flex my jaw against his clenching fingers before squaring my shoulders and keeping my eyes glued to his, and I speak in the most intimidating voice I possess, “Get. Your. Fucking. Hands—“
SMACK.
His left palm cracking against the tender flesh of my already slapped side-ass cuts off my words, and my mouth— despite his grip on my chin— falls open.
“Let me make myself fucking clear, Mrs. Dean. When I informed you of my past and the cell I spent it in, I must’ve somehow been preempting the fact to you that I…don’t give a single fuck. I have nothing.” His mouth is a breath away from mine and when the word ‘nothing’ leaves his warm lips, they sweep against my swollen ones. “Fucking nothing, left to lose in this life. And I for goddamn sure won’t be going back to prison, so when I finish getting the retribution I’ve been due, and I go down in a fucking blaze of glory, who I take with me matters none. Now…” He’s there. Hell, he’s everywhere. Then, all of a sudden he’s not. He’s gone.
I sway forward and have to catch myself from falling, but a split second later, he’s back and wrapping a large, soft bathrobe around me and tying the sash. “Whoa, easy does it.” As he helps me down off the counter, his eyes smile along with the smirk across his beautiful face, and I can’t help my heart from fluttering. I can’t.
“I was left in the front sitting room when your husband’s mistress called and he needed to step out, so if I’m in here when he comes back…it isn’t going to look good. No Bueno. Now, I need you to get dressed—or whatever. And when you step out, act as though we’ve never met. The only reason I came in here to introduce myself is because I hate your fucking husband—and I hope now that you’ve been armed with the knowledge of his indiscretions, that I could call you friend and offer my sincerest regrets. Mrs. Dean, my current circumstances put me at a bit of a disadvantage where trust is concerned. And when you need something…you build it. Can I count on you?”
His eyes never waver. They never flicker to the side or even blink. They stay glued to mine, and for the first time in my entire life I don’t have to think before I answer, I just speak.
“Yes.”





Who is Kimber? Shit, sometimes even I don’t know, lmao. However if I had to type up an author bio (which, son of a bitch, I do) this is how it would read. BTW, caught a lot of shit for this author bio. Really don’t give a fuck though, because I was asked to type up a bio. And if I can only say one thing for certain about myself, it’s this: I’m real, I don’t back down from what I believe, I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. I don’t bite my tongue and I never try to hide the ugly parts of who I am… You either love me or hate me, but if you love me… I’ll always be loyal, no fucking matter what 😉
I can be called a billon different things—daughter, wife, mother, labor unit nurse. I sell pussy on the side. *Coughs* That would be Persian kittens, thank you…you dirty-minded scoundrel. I’m a book blogger, book pimp, and a book whore. My two indulgences are my Jack’s in life…Jack Daniel’s and Blackjack. My biggest dream, the day I’ll acknowledge that I’ve succeeded in life and can I die a happy woman, is the day I get to go two stark-naked hour-round sexual bouts with Jason Statham. *Sighs* 
I was born and raised in Louisiana… and No, I do NOT live in a bayou, I actually see the beaches on the gulf coast more than I see a bayou, lol. I started writing poems and short stories very early in my life. You know, for the Michaels and Leos and Nicks in my life. I’ve been a book hoarder since I was eleven years old, but then a couple years ago something wonderful happened! The 50 Shades of Grey craze brought to life my inner smut whore and I commenced to read anything and everything smut affiliated. When reading wasn’t enough anymore and I noticed that so many of the authors of my favorite indie authors and their books weren’t getting the exposure their work deserved, I turned it into a mission, starting my own blog, buying their books and reading them one by one. I then wrote my reviews for my blog and didn’t hold back in writing them (Hell yeah those motherfuckers a profanity laden). I’ve never done a single thing in my life halfway. I always go all in. After the success of my Blog, and the insistence of one of my bestest friends, my sister from another mister, Trina Taylor of Bad & Dirty Books, I was ready to finally take the plunge and see if I could write a book that was worth a damn. I’m a Southern girl to my core, a self-proclaimed smut whore, and I keep hearing that I’m an author, but honestly… I don’t believe the rumors, lol. I don’t feel like a kickass bitch spittin’ out lyrics, or stories, like a motherfuckin’ rockstar. 
Tattooed across my ribs are the words I have always lived by: ‘Aut viam inveniam aut faciam tibi.’ Latin for: If I cannot find a way, I will make my own.