And the blog posts suffer. But, I'm here. So, I know you hate to hear it so soon, but the holidays are upon us. And, I, like many authors will be offering a special deal on my book. So, for the next few weeks, I'll be giving out teasers on Diamonds Aren't Forever
Peyton fell unceremoniously onto the leather sofa. She let out a muffled oomph around the gag in her mouth. Bound at her wrists and ankles, she struggled to sit only to sink further into the buttery soft cushions.
The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on her. How had she become the cliché she wrote about; a woman antagonizing her attacker only to wind up tied up like a Christmas present.
Peyton had written hundreds of scenes like the one she was in right now. Worse even. And the heroines always came out without a scrape.
Fiction vs. reality here, Peyton. Her arms bound behind her ached, her chafed wrists and ankles concurred.
Shaking off the momentary jaunt into irrational thinking, she knew the only way to get out of this was to keep a level head. However, if her actions of the last hour were a good indicator of things to come, Peyton had a sneaky suspicion that wasn’t going to happen.
Her mind raced back to seeing the man, towering above her now, sitting in the back of the limo. All rational thought had fled.
Was he at the party? Not that it mattered if he was a fan, but maybe Shelbie or Arabella had seen him and his brother and knew their identities.
Frowning down at the beauty sprawled before him, Sebastian Boudreaux’s sour mood worsened. He was here to collect the debt her ex-husband owed not to bed her, though his body seemed to have other ideas.
What’s up Boudreaux? It’s simple. Collect the diamonds, she’s a number. Running his hand through his hair, he tapped down the exasperation filling him. She’s not the number. Still, you’ve collected debts from countless families in the past without any problem.
He never liked it. But I collected and got out. Developing a conscience? He snorted. I was never that far gone. And papa has taken great strides to rid the casino and his other holdings of illegal activities. But not all. It takes time. What makes her any different?
Scrubbing a hand over his face that last question stumped him. She doesn’t deserve this. None of them did. Frustration rumbled, like a wild animal in his chest.
Looking at her now, her honey blonde hair mussed up like they’d just had a night of hot sex, he... “Stop it,” Sebastian snapped out loud. He turned away, ignoring her amused stare.
Yeah, well right now I feel as crazy as you think I am. Was it too much to hope she’d give him what he came for so he could be on his way? But now that he’d smelled her perfume, touched her, tied her up, what did he actually want?