Wednesday, June 14, 2017

She wasn’t going anywhere. -- #midweektease from Break Me #DarkRomance #erotic #contemporary #NewRelease @evernightpub

Happy Hump Day, lovelies!

Happy Hump day, lovelies!

Today is release day for me so I'm super excited! Weeee! Today, I'm sharing another snippet from Break Me, but a little further ahead in the story.


The monster lay dormant, until it saw her.
Every few years, the beast within Grisha Vasiliev rouses clamoring for blood, so when he sees Ayla Clark dancing, her movements exuding grace, passion and joy, he knows he must have her.  
Grisha kidnaps Ayla expecting the usual: resistance, tears, pleas for mercy. But when Ayla breaks the mold, his whole world spirals out of control and feelings he thought he could never have again resurface.
He thought she was perfect, but she’s the broken doll on the shelf. 
The last thing Ayla Clark remembers is celebrating her performance as Giselle and flirting with the handsome, Grisha Vasiliev, the owner of one of the most prestigious ballet companies in the country. Now, she’s tied up and at his mercy, begging for more of his attention, while fighting to keep her own secrets buried in the dark. 
Out Today!

Grisha went out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. Anxiety settled in her stomach. Had she made a mistake? What if this was a trap? Maybe he was setting up a device to kill her at this instant. She breathed slowly through her nose. She had to run. As soon as he let her loose, she’d sprint for the exit and out of here. Her chest tightened. Where was here? She could be in the desert, in Antarctica, or in the middle of a forest. If Grisha didn’t kill her, then rushing into the unknown would.
She had to think and plan her escape. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to hurt her. He had fed her and was going to cleanse her. Whatever he wanted to do, he was bidding his time, which in turn, gave her time.
“Everything is ready,” he said. She glanced at him, standing at the doorway. Legs slightly spread apart, hands on his hips, t-shirt stretching across his muscled torso and enigmatic eyes glowing under the soft light. Embers of desire buried in her core burst to life.
Grisha came closer, bent over her. His fragrance filled her system. Clean, with notes of cedar and herbs. Flames licked her from the inside out. His fingers brushed her wrist. Every inch of her body tuned into him, pulsing with an excitement she couldn’t rationally explain. The medical bonds clanged against the bed’s metal frame.
She held her breath. Only her legs remained. Grisha peeled back the sheet covering her. Time stopped. Slowly, clinically, he tightened, and then released and undid the straps.
She curled her toes.
Freedom. Except he kept his hand on her leg, holding her down, letting her know she wasn’t going anywhere. 


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