“Time to scream, sweetheart."-- #WeekendWritingWarriors and #SexySnippets from Break Me #DarkRomance #erotic #contemporary #OTTHero @evernightpub

Happy Sunday, lovelies!

 Today, I'm not going to be reading any snippets as I'll be going to a Pet First Aid Course. I'll definitely stop by all your blogs throughout the week. I'm slow, but I eventually get there. LOL

I've moved a little further ahead in the story and I'm sharing one last snippet from Break Me. I know a lot of you are intrigued about Ayla. Why is she not scared? Is she suffering from Stockholm syndrome or something else entirely? I'm afraid I'm going to leave you all with the intrigue. If you want to know more, you'll have to read the book. hehe.

 Enjoy!


*This snippet has been edited to keep to guidelines. 

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Grisha roughly palmed her breasts, weighing them, pulling
and tugging on her nipples, until they pebbled into rock hard pulsating
points. She shuddered as his mouth captured one. Wet and warm, he
sucked hard. Noises she hardly recognized as her own sprung from
her lips, while her hips undulated, desperately searching for friction.
 

Then it was all gone. Hard, cool, metal rested on the underside
of her breast.

“Time to scream, sweetheart.”

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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. 

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“You have to be terrified.”-- #WeekendWritingWarriors and #SexySnippets from Break Me #DarkRomance #erotic #contemporary #OTTHero @evernightpub

Happy Sunday, lovelies!




Last week was crazy busy and I was unable to participate in our Sunday snippets. Fortunately, things have kinda of returned to normal, although I have a work meeting this afternoon, so I might be a little behind on visiting all your other wonderful snippets.

Today, I'm sharing another snippet from Break Me. I've moved further ahead in the story. Grisha finally has her where he wants her but Ayla isn't giving him the reaction he wants.

Enjoy!


*This snippet has been edited to keep to guidelines. 

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Grisha reached her in two steps, grasped her chin, and tilted her head toward him but Ayla didn’t flinch, didn’t recoil.

“What is wrong with you? You know this piece by heart.”

Ayla pulled in her bottom lip.

“Is it because you’re scared? You aren’t crying,” he said.

“I’m not frightened,” she whispered.

“I’m going to kill you,” he argued, tightening his hold.
 

She shrugged.

“You have to be terrified.”

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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. 

Available at:

Evernight Publishing

Amazon.com

Amazon.co.uk

Bookstrand

And More!

It was hot, heavy, arousing. -- #midweektease from Break Me #DarkRomance #erotic #contemporary #OTThero #NewRelease @evernightpub

Happy Hump Day, lovelies!

Today, I'm sharing another snippet from Break Me. This one is from Ayla's point of view.

Enjoy!

The monster lay dormant, until it saw her...

 

Every few years, the beast within Grisha Vasiliev rouses, clamoring for blood. 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.

Be Warned: BDSM, knife play, whipping

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And More! 

 

 

Grisha frowned. His gaze locked over hers, the storm in them inviting her to take a dip, to brave the waves. There was nothing she wanted more.
 

His digits brushed her collarbone, caressing, making time stop and the world narrow down to his warm touch. Her nipples ached, begging for his attention, but he paid them no heed. The cool blade of the knife slid beneath the strap of her garment. The hairs on her arms stood.
 

“Don’t move,” he warned.
 

She held her breath. The sound of cloth ripping filled the air, mingling with her harsh breaths. Grisha turned to her other shoulder repeating the process.

Then it was over. The weapon clattered to the floor and his hands were on her, sliding across her flesh and rolling the garment downward to the floor, leaving her naked and panting for more.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

She opened her eyes and found him eyeing her like a hungry animal, the bulge in his trousers visible. Grisha cupped her breasts, squeezing the plump flesh. Ayla whimpered. Taking the nipples
between thumb and forefinger, he pinched hard. Juices trickled down her thighs. He increased the pressure. She groaned and arched her back.
 

“You like this,” he whispered.
 

“Yes. I live for pain,” she said.
 

“No.” He wrapped one of his hands around her neck. It was hot, heavy, arousing. “You live for dancing.”