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Dare she believe in freedom? Desperate @AthenaDaniels11 @evernightpub #bondage

Title:              Desperate

Author:         Athena Daniels

Publisher:     Evernight Publishing

Cover:           Jay Aheer

Category:      111K word, Contemporary Suspense

  Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yltqOhmtkUQ&feature=youtu.be

Blurb:

‘He was everything she needs and everything she can never have.’

Meticulous planning sees Ivy half way across the world, with a new identity.  But Blake is no ordinary ex-husband, he is a corrupt private investigator with links to London’s underworld. 

Eric Prescott, a handsome and successful property developer knows Ivy is hiding something, and from someone.  At first Eric only wants to help, but soon finds himself falling for this beautiful woman with the haunted eyes. In one night of explosive passion, Ivy finally gives in.  And discovers love, the way it’s meant to be.

Ivy finally dares to believe she is free, but soon faces losing all that she has come to love the day when her ex-husband is released from jail. She knows it is only a matter of time before he will return to serve the full force of his deadly vengeance. 

Excerpt:

At precisely seven o’clock, the intercom sounds, and I press the button allowing access to the inner building. I cross the room to unlock the latches on the front door, leaving it slightly ajar.

Dashing back into my bedroom, I grab my clutch, phone and lip gloss. Quickly, I apply a light spray of my favorite perfume. When I return to the lounge, the front door is closed but the room is empty.

The picture on the wall is now hanging straight.

My heart gallops irregularly in my chest as I realize I didn’t check that it was Eric before I pressed the button.

Could Blake be here?

Breathe. In … out … in … out. I order myself to calm. The horror of my marriage with Blake returns in a single, sickening rush. What will he do when he finds me?

“Hello?” I call out, but my voice is raspy, barely a whisper.

I desperately hope for Eric’s easygoing greeting to ring out, but there is nothing but silence. My blood runs cold, and I can’t breathe.

My mobile slips from my shaking fingers. The thud as it hits the floor startles me out of shock, and I bend down to retrieve my phone. My lifeline.

Gripping my bag tightly, I estimate there are ten steps to the door. Silently I take the first few steps. On my fifth step, a shadow moves to my left, and I bolt the last distance and fling the door open with enough force that it bounces off the wall. I run to the elevator instead of the stairs, hoping it will be faster.

I jab frantically at the button. The screen indicates it has just left the ground floor.

“Ivy!”

It’s not going to arrive in time. I bounce up and down on the spot. Do I have time to take the stairs?

I’ll have to run past my front door to get there. Can I even run down the stairs in these shoes? I won’t have time to take them off; they have tiny buckles. Irrational thoughts flood through my mind, and I imagine myself stumbling and falling down the stairwell, only to land in a crumpled heap at the bottom.

Hurry up, damn it. The elevator has reached the second floor. There are six more to go.

Perhaps I should take the stairs?

“Ivy.” The voice permeates the fog of panic in my mind. It doesn’t sound like a sword being drawn out of a scabbard, sending cold shivers down my spine. It sounds soothing, like a cup of warm chocolate. The voice is calling for Ivy, not Sarah.

My mind blanks, and slowly, I turn towards the voice. The elevator rings, signaling its arrival. I can escape now. I look at Eric’s concerned face and realize there is no need to run. He puts a bottle of wine and a glass down on the ground just inside my apartment door and stands in front of me, grasping my shoulders.

“Ivy, are you okay? What is it?”

I realize how I must appear, like a wild animal that has just been through the throes of a chase from a predator. Eric pulls me to him in a powerful crush.

“Jesus, you are shaking like a leaf.” He runs a hand up and down my back, and I can hear his heartbeat, strong, calm, and reassuring through his chest.

Relief that Eric is here and not Blake, hits me with a powerful rush. Pulling away, I try to stand, but my knees wobble then buckle beneath me. When I hit the cold floor, I start to cry from the reminder that this is still far from over.

I still live with extreme fear that Blake will find me. And of what will happen when he does.

Strong arms lift me and through my sobs, and I hear the door shut. Finally, I begin to quiet enough to hear his soft, soothing words murmuring against my hair.

As my strength begins to return, I wriggle out of his arms. “Did you straighten that picture?” I demand.

Eric shrugs. “It was crooked.”

“Well, don’t … just don’t touch my things, all right?”

“Okay.” His face falls, and I immediately feel bad. He can’t possibly know that every day for years I lived with Blake’s obsessive compulsion to have things absolutely straight, and ordered the way he wanted it, right down to the cutlery in the drawer and the type of food we kept in the fridge.

I glance uneasily over to the vertical strip on the kitchen blind, and a shiver rolls down my spine. I still think I would have noticed it at some point before tonight. I have been living here for months now.

I can’t shake an instinctual feeling that he has been here, and it’s what caused my apparent over-reaction tonight. No matter how hard I try I can’t dislodge the thick and heavy sense of foreboding that has settled over me.

“Can you tell me what put that look of terror on your face and caused you to run for your life just now?”

My eyes take in the bottle of wine and empty glass on the floor. I realize Eric probably went straight to the kitchen when he arrived, casually straightening the picture on his way past. I cringe at how I must appear to him.

“You thought it was him. You thought he found you.” It wasn’t a question, but I nod anyway, not trusting myself to speak past the constriction in my throat.

“And the picture, straightening it is something he would do.”

Once again, I nod yes, and tears roll silently and unchecked down my cheeks.

“Oh Eric, I am so sorry.” A huge sob escapes, resounding loudly in the small room. I look away as embarrassment heats my cheeks.

“Sweet Jesus, what has that bastard done to you?”

Warnings:                   Bondage

Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/desperate-by-athena-daniels

Amazon (AUS): http://www.amazon.com.au/Desperate-Athena-Daniels-ebook/dp/B00S8KZ3GK

Amazon (USA): http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00S8KZ3GK

Amazon (CDA): http://www.amazon.ca/Desperate-Athena-Daniels-ebook/dp/B00S8KZ3GK/

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/desperate-mf

Allromanceebooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html

Author Bio:

Athena Daniels is the pseudonym of a wife, mother and business partner who takes any opportunity she can get to disappear into the world of fantasy.  When not reading she writes romantic suspense.  Hot, steamy romance where complicated and damaged characters are thrown together in suspenseful drama. 

One day, she hopes to fulfil her dream to write full time.  In the meantime, she hopes you enjoy her debut novel, Desperate.  If you follow the scent of coffee and chocolate, you will find her busy working on the sequel. Desperate: The Price of Freedom. 

The first novel of a new series, Sage will be coming in 2015.  It’s a steamy romantic suspense with a paranormal twist.

Website – http://www.athenadaniels.com/

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/AthenaDaniels11

Twitter – https://twitter.com/AthenaDaniels11

Book spotlight...London Saint James

When London Saint James asked if anyone was willing to help promote her new book I put my hand up. It is always a good thing to support fellow writer because you also will need their support sometime.
However, that said, when I opened the book material I was fascinated and I am sure you will be.

Here is a little more about the book. Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One is part of Evernight Publishing's Romance on the Go!


Here is the blurb.
Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge? 

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Hmm a sexy cover right?

Well here is an excerpt and it's rather hot! Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish

Excerpt:

    “It’s been a long time,” he said in a voice that still sent shivers up my spine. “I was in town, and decided, why not?”

     I crossed my arms and eyed him suspiciously. “Humm…”

     “That’s it? All you have to say is, ‘Humm?’”

     “Humm is better than what I was really thinking, Marcus.”

     His mouth twitched at the corners, and I hated the fact I noticed how damn sexy his lips were.

     “Guinn,” he said.

    “Guinevere,” I corrected. I set my expression to that of unyielding stone and ignored those sparkling straight white teeth as he smiled. His wicked ways no longer affected me. I’d broken his spell two years ago, and I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I was Mistress Guinevere. I was in control, he wasn’t, and I would never relinquish the balance of power out of my favor again.

    He tilted his head in that roguish way and eyed me. Heat radiated from my core. “So, am I to stand here in the hall or are you going to let me come in, Guinevere?”

     “I hate you, Marcus, so why should I let you in?”

     “Hate is a strong word for someone who claimed no feelings for me whatsoever as she stormed out of my apartment a couple of years ago.”

     “What do you want? I don’t have times for your games,” I said rather tersely.

     “Let me in. Then I’ll tell you.”

     “You’re going to have to do better than that, Marcus. What’s wrong? Have you lost your touch? If you think that will entice me, you are so wrong.”

     Marcus Warner, Master Dom, pulled out a gorgeous pair of thigh-high, red leather, spike-heeled boots from behind his back, holding them out in front of him so I could see every lovely inch of the unmistakable Italian craftsmanship on the handmade beauties.

     “You won’t let me in even if I’m baring gifts?”

     I eyed the boots before returning my gaze to him.

    “What’s the old saying?” I asked. His perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted. “Isn’t it, beware of those baring gifts?”

     He dangled the boots. Swinging them from side to side. Tempting me.

     Bastard.

    I’ll give Marcus his dues. Since the first day I met him, he had my number, and during the year I spent with him, I gave him too much of myself, falling back into what I believed to be the weakness I worked so hard with Mistress Payne to rid myself of.

    Marcus sniffed the leather of the boots in his hand, giving me that smile again. He knew me well, maybe too well, and he knew those boots would be like kryptonite, cracking my will.

    “All right. You can come in, but only for a while.”

     “That’s my little, Guinn,” he said.

     “I’m not your little anything, and don’t call me Guinn!” I stepped aside so he could enter, shutting the door behind him.

    He strolled into my apartment as though he belonged, sat the boots down on my glass coffee table, and took a seat, rather casually, on my leather couch. He patted the space next to him.

     “Well, come on. I’m not going to bite, unless you want me to,” he said, releasing his sexy sideway smirk.

     I took a seat in the chair across from the couch. This was my house, and I’d sit where I wanted to.

    He chuckled, shook his head, leaned back, and kicked his feet out, positioning them under my coffee table.

     “Marcus, are you going to tell me why you’re here?”

     “To see you.”

     “I’m not buying that.”

     He shrugged.

     “Aren’t you going to try on the boots?”

     “No,” I said.

     “You know you want to,” he baited.

     “Listen. I’m not sure what you are up to, and frankly I really don’t care—”

     “I’m up to the business of you,” he said.

     “What do you mean?”

     “Maybe I let you go too soon. Maybe I regret it. Maybe I’ve decided it’s been long enough, and I want you back.”

     I snorted. “I left you, remember? You didn’t let me do anything.”

     There was that grin of his. The one that makes any woman consider her panties, his mouth, his tongue… Stop it, Guinevere. Don’t forget this is Marcus, the man you loath.

     “Really?” His onyx-colored eyes met me, and held me there with him. Stare for stare, we were locked in a secret power play for dominance.

     “We never worked well together,” I said. “You’re a dom, and I’m a dom, and neither is willing to give.”

     “Baby, you’re a switch. You like to dominate, but you also like to be dominated.”

     “No. I’m not,” I protested.

     “You always liked it when I took the control,” he said, assuredly. “With one word, you were wet for me.”

     “I like being in control. And I have no intention or interest in being submissive. Not for you, not for anybody.”

     “How long are you going to keep telling yourself that lie?”

     I stood up, pissed off and ready to rage. “Marcus, I don’t have to explain anything, justify my life and my choices, or put up with your shit. I think your time is up. I’d like to say it was good seeing you again, but that would be a lie.”

    “You’ve always lied to yourself when it comes to me and how I make you feel.”

     “You don’t make me feel anything, Marcus. Get over yourself.”

     I marched to the front door. Marcus followed behind me. I reached for the knob, and was stopped by his large hand as it covered mine. He placed his mouth to my ear. His warm breath tickled across my cheek.

    “Guinevere,” he said in a low, deep growl. Immediately, my sex trembled. And fuckadie, fuck, fuck, he was right. One word. And that one word was my name falling from his lips. 

WOW! I love the sound of this book so off I go to hunt it down!

Why not join me? Here are the places you can find it.

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1 Buy Links

http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Tales-Diaries-Volume-ebook/dp/B00AMNNSO0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1355269636&sr=8-1&keywords=Dark+Tale+Diaries%3AVolume+One

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dark-tales-diaries-volume-one-by-london-saint-james/

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-darktalesdiariesvolumeone-1018564-147.html

http://www.bookstrand.com/dark-tales-diaries-volume-one

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