Wednesday 31 December 2014

Twisted Destiny by K.R Brown Book Blitz


Book Blurb

Connell ran over the rocks, then through two large trees. Moss kicked up as he ran but he didn’t have a chance with the wolf on his heels. One misstep is all it took for the wolf to be on top of Connell. The sound of breaking bone told him that he had broken his ankle. Pain ran through him, but his mind was too paralyzed by fear. The wolf stared down at him and Connell looked the beast in the eyes. Eyes that he could swear had human emotions behind them. He didn’t back down from the wolf and maybe that was why the beast bite him. Connell howled in pain as the beast seemed to chew on his arm. Another howl echoed through the trees and in his clouded mind he swore he heard voices coming toward him. The wolf disappeared into the trees as Connell lay bleeding on the forest floor. Keran found him passed out from blood loss and fear. The site was shut down while they took Connell to the hospital. It didn’t matter what they did for Connell the wound would curse him for the rest of his life.

Book 5 in the Twisted Fate Series




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Sunday 21 December 2014

Shadows & Dreams by Alexis Hall Review


Book Blurb


Second rule in this line of business: be careful who you kill.

My name’s Kate Kane. And right now, I don’t know which is more dangerous: my job, or my girlfriend. My job makes me the go-to girl for every supernatural mystery in London. My girlfriend’s an eight-hundred-year-old vampire prince. Honestly, I think it’s probably a tie.

A few weeks ago, I was hired for a simple missing person case. Next thing I know, I’m being arrested for murder, a vampire army is tearing up London, and even my dreams are out to get me. Something ancient, evil, and scary as hell is on the loose and looking for payback. The vampires are in chaos, the werewolves are culling everything, and the Witch Queen can’t protect everyone.

Which means it’s down to me. And all I’ve got to hold back the shadows is a stiff drink, a quirky sidekick, my creepy ex-boyfriend, and the woman who left me for a tech startup. It’s going to be another interesting day.

This title is #2 of the Kate Kane, Paranormal Investigator series.


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Review

Book gifted from the author in exchange for an honest review.

Cover :- 5 stars
Sex/steaminess :- 3 stars
Story line :- 4 stars
Characters :- 4 stars
Overall rating :- 4 stars

Personal rating :- 4 stars

Book Pairing:- F/F
Did it give me a book hangover :- No
Is this a review book or personal read :- Review Read

Why I chose this book?

I was approved this title on netgalley.

What I liked about this book.

* Still love Kate
* I liked the interaction between the species.

What I didn't like about this book.

I felt this book got a little boring in the middle but it did pick back up. Also Julian seemed to disappear a bit too much for my liking.

Would I read more from this author?

Yes

Would I recommend this book?


Yes

About the Author


Alexis Hall was born in the early 1980s and still thinks the 21st century is the future. To this day, he feels cheated that he lived through a fin de siècle but inexplicably failed to drink a single glass of absinthe, dance with a single courtesan, or stay in a single garret. He did the Oxbridge thing sometime in the 2000s and failed to learn anything of substance. He has had many jobs, including ice cream maker, fortune teller, lab technician, and professional gambler. He was fired from most of them.

He can neither cook nor sing, but he can handle a 17th century smallsword, punts from the proper end, and knows how to hotwire a car.

He lives in southeast England, with no cats and no children, and fully intends to keep it that way.

Oh, and you can also find me on Booklikes if that's your preferred book-based social media product ;)

Iron and velvet By Alexis Hall Review


Book Blurb


First rule in this line of business: don’t sleep with the client.

My name’s Kate Kane, and when an eight-hundred-year-old vampire prince came to me with a case, I should have told her no. But I’ve always been a sucker for a femme fatale.

It always goes the same way. You move too fast, you get in too deep, and before you know it, someone winds up dead. Last time it was my partner. This time it could be me. Yesterday a werewolf was murdered outside the Velvet, the night-time playground of one of the most powerful vampires in England. Now half the monsters in London are at each other’s throats, and the other half are trying to get in my pants. The Witch Queen will protect her own, the wolves are out for vengeance, and the vampires are out for, y’know, blood.

I’ve got a killer on the loose, a war on the horizon, and a scotch on the rocks. It’s going to be an interesting day.


This title is #1 of the Kate Kane, Paranormal Investigator series.


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Review

Book gifted from the author in exchange for an honest review.

Cover :- 5 stars
Sex/steaminess :- 3 stars
Story line :- 4 stars
Characters :- 4 stars
Overall rating :- 4 stars

Personal rating :- 4 stars

Book Pairing:- F/F
Did it give me a book hangover :- No
Is this a review book or personal read :- Review read

Why I chose this book?

I got the chance to review.

What I liked about this book.

* Loving Kate and Julian
* Love the vampire community
* The story was great.  

What I didn't like about this book.

Nothing really.

Would I read more from this author?

Yes

Would I recommend this book?

Yes

About the Author


Alexis Hall was born in the early 1980s and still thinks the 21st century is the future. To this day, he feels cheated that he lived through a fin de siècle but inexplicably failed to drink a single glass of absinthe, dance with a single courtesan, or stay in a single garret. He did the Oxbridge thing sometime in the 2000s and failed to learn anything of substance. He has had many jobs, including ice cream maker, fortune teller, lab technician, and professional gambler. He was fired from most of them.

He can neither cook nor sing, but he can handle a 17th century smallsword, punts from the proper end, and knows how to hotwire a car.

He lives in southeast England, with no cats and no children, and fully intends to keep it that way.

Oh, and you can also find me on Booklikes if that's your preferred book-based social media product ;)

Monday 15 December 2014

The Cottage in The Woods by Lucy Felthouse Review


Book Blurb

Living in her remote cottage in the woods, Heidi doesn’t get many visitors. So when she spots a fox in her garden, she’s delighted. However, her joy quickly turns to dismay when she thinks the beautiful creature may be injured. Heading out to see how she can help, Heidi is astounded when something happens that makes her question her eyesight – not to mention her sanity. Once she gets over her shock and discovers the reason behind the peculiar encounter, Heidi is mighty glad that the fox chose her garden to visit.

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Review

Cover :- 5 stars
Sex/steaminess :- 4 stars
Story line :- 4 stars
Characters :- 4 stars
Overall rating :- 4.25 stars

Personal rating :- 4 stars

Book Pairing:-  F/F
Did it give me a book hangover :- No
Is this a review book or personal read :- Personal Read

Why I chose this book?

I won this in a competition

What I liked about this book.

* The story was fun and unique.
* The characters were loveable.
* The writing was great.

What I didn't like about this book.

Nothing really.

Would I read more from this author?

Yes

Would I recommend this book?

Yes

About the author

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Asylum by Dana Wright Review


Book Blurb


The voices of the past are alive behind the iron gates of Bremore Asylum. Can Rachel and Matt deduce its secrets before it's too late?

When Rachel agrees to take the job investigating the disappearance of a fellow ghost hunter at Bremore Asylum, she is totally unprepared for the sexy and stubborn psychic debunker Matt Rutledge to be a part of the package. Can these two opposing forces find the answers behind the asylum's crumbling walls before they become the newest victims to the asylum's grim history?


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Review

Book gifted from the author in exchange for an honest review.

Cover :- 4 stars
Sex/steaminess :- N/A
Story line :- 4 stars
Characters :- 4 stars
Overall rating :- 4 stars

Personal rating :- 4 stars

Book Pairing:- M/F
Did it give me a book hangover :- No
Is this a review book or personal read :- Review read

Why I chose this book?

I wanted to read it but was also asked to review for the author.

What I liked about this book.

* It builds up to a great story.
* It starts to open up a unique world.
* I want to read the next one.

What I didn't like about this book.

Nothing really it was a great little read

Would I read more from this author?

Yes

Would I recommend this book?

Yes

About the Author


Dana Wright has always had a fascination with things that go bump in the night. She is often found playing at local bookstores, trying not to maim herself with crochet hooks or knitting needles, watching monster movies with her husband and furry kids or blogging about books. More commonly, she is chained to her computers, writing like a woman possessed. She was a contributing author to Siren’s Call E-zine in their “Women In Horror” issue in February 2013 and October 2013 in the Revenge issue, a contributing author to Potatoes! (upcoming), Wonderstruck, Massacre Magazine, Fossil Lake Anthology,Potina, Of Dragons and Magic, Shifters: A Charity Anthology and the Roms, Bombs and Zoms Anthology from Evil Girlfriend Media. Dana also reviews music for Muzikreviews.com and has been a contributing writer to New Age Music Reviews and Write a Music review. 
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Sunday 14 December 2014

Tye Dye and Flannel by Rhavensfyre New release and Interview



Chase and Rowan Book 4

Book Blurb

In this prequel to Life is Not a Country Song, we go back to the 80's where we meet a much younger Maria and Stacie. Dr. Stacie Phillips is a Veterinarian caught up in trying to protect her family, her new career, and most of all, her heart. 

Maria Perez Rivera is Stacie's polar opposite. Spiritual and free-spirited, she invades Stacie's pragmatic life and brings to light a few things she's been missing. 
A lesbian romance you won't want to miss, not if you've ever tried to wear tie-dye and flannel at the same time. 

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Book 3



Books 1-3


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Interview

1)  I know you both write the books together (Kl and Roxy) I have always wondered, do you both have certain parts you write, like one does the sex while another does back story or do you both sit down and write a chapter separately or do you sit down and write together?
Well, we could tell everyone our process, but then we’d lose the mystery. But really? It all depends on what we’re writing and who is “feeling” the characters. A common situation would be one of us fleshing out a chapter, then passing it to the other to add our particular flair. We’ve often been challenged by readers who read our books looking for something that gives away who wrote what, but so far, no one has. We strive for a seamless product, and I think that has to do with the synergistic effort we strive for.
2)      Do you have a favorite book in the series?
That’s a toughy. Of course we are going to say the first one, Life is Not a Country Song, because that is when you get to meet the two main characters for the first time.
3)      Can you pick a favorite character?
Merle or Smoothy. Our 4 legged characters are just as fun and interesting as the 2 legged ones and sometimes just as important. They aren’t just thrown in because a cowgirl has to have a horse, Smoothy has her own drama and sometimes a lesson or two to offer the humans. Merle? Merle just wants to be laughed at. Merle is the clown in the story.
4)      If Chase and Rowan became a film who would be your idea cast members?
Hmmm. This is the worst question for us because the characters have such a solid image by the time they are constructed. I would probably leave that question up to the readers. They seem to have a good idea of who they see when they read.
5)      I know this is part 4, is there more to come in the future?
Yes! There is a lot of time between 1988, when Tie Dye and Flannel is set, and Chase and Rowans modern world. Chase and Rowan are moving into the future, and Maria and Stacie have a ton of past to get through before they get to the point you really get to meet them in Love is Not a Romance Novel.
6)      Will you miss writing this characters when the series comes to an end?
Always! We find that characters that really gel with us are the ones we want to keep writing. They have such interesting lives, and we want to keep sharing them. I think this series could go for a very long time, if the readers want them to. Maybe that’s why we haven’t closed out a series yet.
7)      Would you like to take a moment to share any of your work with us?
Here is an excerpt from Tie Dye and Flannel and where we and Stacie first meet Maria
“Rowan! Slow down before you hurt someone or yourself.”
“But I found the place, Stacie! I told you I would,” Rowan bellowed, then looked up at the two women staring down at her. “Hi, Bianca. My mom couldn’t make it so Stacie is here with me. Hi, I’m Rowan. Sorry I bounced into you. You won’t tell Stacie? I was promised ice cream an’ I don’t wanna miss ice cream.”
Maria’s mouth dropped open. The little girl was cute as hell, and she knew how to pout and look endearing at the same time. Solemn gray eyes stared up at her. At complete odds with her freckles and reddish auburn hair, they beseeched Maria not to tell on her.
“You didn’t hurt me, little one.” Maria winked, joining in on the conspiracy.
“You sound like Bianca. Is she your girlfriend?” Rowan asked with all the innocence only a child could muster.
“Rowan!”
To say that the voice behind her sounded scandalized beyond belief was an understatement. Bianca smirked, her dark eyes glittered and the corner of her mouth twitched until she bit her lip. Maria knew how she felt. It was very difficult not to laugh aloud. Whatever possessed her to think that they were…? Oh. A tall, blonde woman ducked beneath a scarf hanging over the entranceway. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail as casual and relaxed looking as her clothes. A loose gray and brown sleeveless flannel shirt hung open over a simple black tank top. Levi’s and broken in boots finished the outfit. The woman inside those clothes wasn’t quite as relaxed. She seemed awkward inside her own skin. Not gawky, Maria thought, the woman was well past that stage in life. The part of her that wanted to feed the world noted her lean form, the whipcord muscles beneath an honest farmer’s tan. Without having to ask, Maria knew she was a woman who worked for a living and didn’t care to hide it, but didn’t eat enough unless there was someone around to remind her. Light brown eyes skimmed across hers, then looked away almost immediately, as if embarrassed they had held her gaze at all. The intelligence behind them instantly intrigued her. There was more to this woman than she was seeing right now.
“I’m so sorry about that. Rowan has a mind of her own when she’s excited.” 
“It’s okay,” Maria said, casting about for something witty to say that might get her an introduction. What had Rowan said? Stacie…that was who she was talking about, something about her mother not being able to come today.
Stacie turned her attention towards Bianca and Maria felt like she could think again.
“Josie asked me to come here and pick up some spices. Here’s the list she made for me,” Stacie said, sounding unsure of what she was actually looking for. She pulled a piece of neatly folded note paper from her back pocket and held it in front of her. Bianca took it and wandered off, muttering to herself as she dug through her supplies. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump in front of you.”
Maria jumped, so intent on trying to figure out how to start a natural conversation she wasn’t ready for the other woman to speak first. “No, no. You’re fine. I was just trying to decide on buying this or not.” She held up the deep burgundy dress in front of her.
“It’s tie-dyed.”
“I love tie-dye,” Maria said, hugging the dress to her in mock horror. Who didn’t love tie-dye?
8)      Do you have a crazy stalker?
A couple of almost ones, but nothing we can’t handle. Mostly, we find that some people get caught up in something they find inside the story that really speaks to them and their enthusiasm gets the better of them. It’s harmless, and we don’t mind talking with readers. Some of our work has had a profound impact on a reader, whether it is dealing with a difficult subject we broached or recognizing a familiar past. That can be difficult to digest sometimes.
9)      Have you got any advice for up and coming indie authors?
We get a lot of requests for advice. It’s a tough call because there is a lot of stuff out there, good and bad…but I think I will always fall back on what I was told as an artist. You do it because you have to, because your fingers ache to create something. I say, write for yourself. You may or may not become the next big thing, but at least you have created something uniquely yours. Put it out there, and take the advice you are offered. Be willing to listen.
KL says: Get good Beta’s you can trust, not just yes people who tell you want to hear. In other words, your partner or mom is not the best Beta.
10)  Out of the two of you, who cracks the whip more when working on a project?
Oh, Hell. That is KL. She is the pusher, while Roxy is the procrastinator “have to be in the mood” type. Without KL, we would have a dozen half- finished novels, so yes…she is the holder of the leather whip.

About the authors



Rhavensfyre is the collaborative pen name used by two writers, Roxanne and KL, who have been partners since 2000 and were finally legally married in Washington D.C. in 2012. They have a small farm in Pennsylvania where they raise and breed horses. KL is a horse trainer and has shown western pleasure in the past, now her focus is more on pleasure riding and breeding. She is an avid cyclist, and when she is not on four hooves she is on 2 wheels. Roxy works as a nurse by night and an artist by day. A military veteran, she has seen a good bit of the world and now enjoys the quiet country life immensely. “Switching Gears” is their first book.
  

Sunday 7 December 2014

In Dreams by Heather Mullins Book Blitz


Working in the homicide division of the Detroit Police Department, has made Angelo Baldoni, a third generation officer, pretty much immune to the depths of depravity seen in his years on the force. When a young woman is brutally murdered, the case of Hope Cooper can change the course of his life.Hope, an outgoing young woman with everything going for her, lost it all the night that she was faced with the vicious eyes of a murderer. Stuck in limbo, Hope is confused and scared, trying to right the wrong done to her. Able to visit people in their dreams, Hope latches onto Angelo in hopes he can catch her killer.Angelo was raised with a strong belief in the afterlife and the dreams of Hope don’t go unnoticed. With the help of his partner, Bobby, he aims to catch the killer before he strikes again. However, a cold case causes Angelo's past to merge with Hope’s case.Will he keep his feelings at bay to find the murderer? Or will it be too late?







HOPE
I hate this ankle biting Yorkie as much as I hate its owner. If I could, I’d get rid of this client, but any business is good business, right? I own a mobile pet grooming company, Squeaky Clean, and so far it’s doing well. But today, I’m thanking everything that’s holy that as soon as I drop off Jeanie Costa’s Yorkshire terrier, I’m done for the day.
I usually enjoy walking the dogs down Hines Drive because it's one of the last truly beautiful areas left in the Detroit area. After everything that’s happened, I’m always looking over my shoulder because I feel like I’m being watched. Hines Drive doesn’t calm me like it usually does, and I find myself rushing the dog so we can get out of here. With the sound of footsteps behind me, fear settles in my soul, causing me to start pulling the dog along.
Oh my God, will you just pee already!” I scream at the dog when it stops for the millionth time. Fear hits me full force and I’m about to just pick up the damn dog and run when Gigi growls. A large, calloused hand grips my shoulder and spins me around. I swing my arms, trying like hell to strike my attacker, but hit nothing but air. As soon as I recognize him, anger quickly replaces fear.
“Fuck! You scared me half to death!”  
“I’m sorry, Hope. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he s~ays, looking away.
“What are you doing in this area, anyway? You don’t live around here.” The hair on the back of my neck is standing up and a frisson of disquiet travels down my spine. I mean, what are the odds that he’d be on the same street as me, when neither of us lives in this area?
“I can’t wait any longer,” he whispers.
“What?” I choke out, uneasiness creeping into my gut. I look around and realize there is not a single person or car in sight. Smart move, Hope. Put yourself in a dangerous situation by not paying attention to your surroundings.
“I’m done waiting for you.” He lunges toward me, the black metal butt of a pistol gripped in his raised hand. He hits me on the head with such force that I actually see stars and feel incredible pain shoot through my temple. The momentum of the blow makes me think my brain shifted in my skull. I stumble backward, and the last thing I see is Gigi biting my attacker’s leg.
******
As I regain consciousness, I’m petrified when I can’t see my surroundings. When my eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, it becomes evident that I’m no longer outside, and I’ve been hogtied.
I can feel the bile rise in the back of my throat as I glance around the room. The painted walls are yellowed and peeling. An old, battered wooden chair is nearby, and a dented bucket sits off in the corner.  It’s the mattress that does me in, stained from top to bottom with a piss-covered top that reeks of decay. I take a few deep breaths and swallow back the rising vomit in my throat.
It’s finally happened; that psycho finally kept his promises. As my heart and breathing quicken, I’m too scared to think straight. I force myself to take calming breaths so I can try and figure out how to get out of here.  I try to get a better idea of my location, but all that’s visible is a window, most of the glass covered with boards.  
A loud shattering sound echoes from the next room, reminding me that I’m not alone.   Pretending I’m still out, I hear heavy footsteps approaching and sense my stalker standing over me. He bends down and runs his fingers through my hair in an intimate gesture.
“I’ve loved you forever, Hope; I wish you could see that.” He grabs a handful of my hair and seeing me wince seems to piss him off. Apparently realizing I was faking, he pulls me by my hair to the edge of the mattress and slams my head to the floor. It makes a sickening thud sound as it hits followed by an instant, nauseating throbbing. Warm liquid, probably my blood, drips down the side of my face into my mouth. The metallic taste fuels my fear—and my anger. I thrash against the bindings in an attempt to free myself but only manage to cause the filthy rope to dig deeper into my wrists and ankles, leaving me raw and bleeding.
“I waited so long for you, baby, but you never gave me a chance. I do so many nice things for you, and you don’t even have the manners to say thank you.” He turns to look at me, venom in his eyes. I stop struggling as I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts and possibly ease the throbbing. I hope my fear is not evident to him.
Deep breaths, Hope, you’ve to get a grip if you want to live.  
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you. Why didn’t you tell me?”  
“What difference does it make? You don’t give a shit either way.” He starts to pace and seems to become more agitated. He fists his hands into his dark hair, pulling on the ends. I twist my left wrist, wincing in pain from the rope digging into my abraded flesh, but I feel the rope slowly giving way. Every time he glances in my direction, I freeze as my fear creeps higher. I’m praying he doesn’t notice what I’m doing.
“I never wanted it to end this way, but you have left me with no other choice. I can’t keep watching you every day, knowing you won’t be mine.”  He stops pacing to look at me, pulls a roll of duct tape out of his jacket pocket as he saunters over to me twirling the roll around his finger with an evil smirk on his face.
“Please don’t do this.” Tears are streaming down my face. “I’ll do anything you want. Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t know sooner; let me make it up to you.” I try to sound genuine, but fear overcomes me and my words sound shaky and unsure.
“MAKE IT UP TO ME?” he yells. “It’s too late for empty promises, Hope. Just shut the fuck up. I won’t listen to your bullshit anymore.” Before I can even open my mouth, he slaps me in the face so hard my head whips back. The sound of my neck cracking reverberates throughout the room. The force of the blow causes my jaw to clamp down so hard I bite into my tongue, the blood pooling in my mouth.
He kneels down to get eye level with me, and I spit the mixture of blood and saliva in his face. “You bitch!” He rises up and wipes his face. Finally pulling a hand free, I punch him as hard as I can in the groin. Grabbing his crotch, he falls sideways with a loud groan, writhing in pain.
Frantically kicking my legs free, knowing my life depends on getting away, I run to the door, throw it open, and come face to face with complete darkness.  My heart racing, I pick a direction and pray it’s the right one.
“Hope, get back here!” he yells.
Shit, he’s getting up.
I dodge into a room as he stumbles out, crashing into a table, causing him to yell in pain. “Where the fuck are you? When I find you, so help me God, you’ll be sorry, bitch,” he growls. Looking around the moonlit room I spot what looks like a small closet. I get in, moving the nasty, ratty clothing that still hangs there aside and close the door behind me. Pressing myself up against the wall, the only sounds are my heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat.
“I know you’re here, you can’t hide from me, you stupid slut.” His voice gets louder and I know he’s only seconds from entering the room. My panic reaches new heights as I push myself to the back of the closet and close my eyes like a child. If I can’t see him then he can’t see me…right? Suddenly, the door flies open and I cover my mouth to silence my scream. Grabbing the first limb he sees, he yanks my battered body from the small enclosure, knocking the wind out of me as my back slams against the hardwood floor.
“Ah ha, gotcha bitch,” he laughs. “Now it’s time to pay for being such a whore and teasing me all the time.” Placing his foot on my neck, holding me in place, I gasp for air. He jerks my arms behind my back, nearly dislocating my shoulder. My struggling doesn’t deter him, and he ties the ropes tighter than he did the first time.
“Just stop fighting this, Hope.” When I continue to try and get free, he sneers and punches me in the face. Blood gushes from my nose, mixing with the dark pools that flow from my mouth and head. My face throbs and my tongue burns from the salt in my tears as he finishes his work, quickly leaving me totally at his mercy. Pulling a switchblade out of his scuffed combat boot, he  flicks it open, and slowly drags the double-edged blade lightly up my body, stopping when the cold steel touches my cheek, smearing the blood that has continued to run down my face. Closing my eyes tightly, I pray he won’t use it, but I silently begin to say my goodbyes.
“You are so beautiful, Hope. I could’ve given you the world. Can you not see how much I love you, what you mean to me? Do you know how bad it hurts watching you from afar when you should have been mine? DO YOU?” His breathing becomes more ragged as he shoves the knife under my shirt. I hold my breath, knowing where this is going. He cuts through my shirt, the knife razor-sharp, and then makes quick work of my bra, leaving me naked from the waist up.
“You. Are. Mine. Hope. I believe it’s finally time to take what’s mine.” I start to struggle against the ropes until I feel the edge of the knife at my throat.  “Move again, slut, and I will cut your throat end to end and watch the life drain from your body.”





Heather Mullins has always loved to read and has been writing poems and stories since childhood. She truly enjoys doing so much with other indie authors and fully supports this outstanding community. She uses her outgoing opinionated personality to help write and run multiple blogs.

Heather is a full time student working to get her Bachelors in Human services specializing in substance abuse counseling. She’s an Air Force Veteran and enjoyed fighting for her country. Heather supports many different groups that help out other veterans. 

She is a mother of 3 wonderfully crazy kids and has been married for 13 years. When she isn’t playing taxi she is living vicariously through the lives of characters in any number of books.