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Never Say Forever- Release Blitz

Never Say Foreverby Courtney A. TaylorRelease Date: September 13, 2014 Synopsis Meet SerenaSerena derives from a broken family. Her parents divorced when she was young and her mother is looking for love in all the wrong places. Her older sister, Cadence was the closest person to her, but she ended up making all the wrong choices in life as well. Pregnant and alone, she ended up taking off without a goodbye, leaving Serena isolated without a shoulder to lean on.After observing what her mother and sister have gone through, Serena has chosen to concentrate on her school work and swear off guys for now, that is until she meets super hunk, Aiden. Will she be able to stick to her guns and resist him? Will she be reunited with her sister, her best friend, her rock? or will Serena go through the rest of her life wondering what could have been?Meet AidenAiden lost a part of his world, when his mother passed away the previous year. Unable to cope and living amongst the painful memories in their family home, Aiden and his father relocate to a new town and start over. When he starts classes in a new school and meets the captivating and beautiful, Serena, their worlds collide. They have a connection that can’t be denied, but Serena puts up a defense. Aiden has other plans and tries to win her over. Will Serena allow her heart to be captured by Aiden?When tragedy hits, will she raise the walls and close up her heart forever or will Aiden's love make her strong enough to endure it?***Due to sexual content and language, this book may not be suitable for kids.*** ...Teasers... ...Purchase Links...Amazon US...Release Day Party... ...About Courtney A. Taylor... Courtney A. Taylor lives right outside Chicago, IL with her small family. She has been inspired to write ever since she was a little girl. She loved reading and anything to do with reading and books. She finally decided to make that dream a reality and write her debut novel, Never say forever. When shes not reading or writing, she likes to spend time with her family, whether its bowling or just watching a movie. She loves to read all types of books.Connect with Courtney via...     

Flash Fiction- A New World

When the dust all settled, nothing remained the same.  Friends once dressed in vest-sweaters and ankle length skirts were cladly dressed.  Strange outfits roamed the desert where I woke.
An old boyfriend walked by me giving me a knowing wink. What did he know? Why was he wearing a carpenters mask over his mouth, and how did his hair get so dirty?  I sat up, awkwardly trying to get my balance. I was seated on a lumpy tarp. It too was covered in dust, and upon further investigation- so was I.
My cotton sun dress had been replaced with a lime-green latex tanktop. My skirt matched, and my sensible white tennis shoes had been exchanged for red boots that laced up to my knee.
“What happened?” I finally called out to my friends. No one answered.  They walked around me as if dazed. The air was thick and held a foul odor I could not place.  “Judy!” I called out to my room-mate as she walked by me. Her hair no longer hung loosely at her shoulders but was spiked upward in a center line down her head.
The tarp moved beneath me, a grumbling moan escaped.  I leapt off and pulled it away.
A large man sat up rubbing his eyes. His hair was not covered in dust, but was the color of golden thread. He was completely clean and he was dressed casually- not like the rest of us..  He stretched his muscular arms over his head in a yawn before settling his azure eyes on me. I swallowed hard from the possessive nature of his stare.
I couldn’t seem to pull my gaze away from him as he stood and positioned himself in front of me. His hand reached out and cupped my cheek, pulling my face up towards his.  Without thought or hesitation, I closed my eyes and allowed him to capture my lips. The warmth of his mouth spread through me to my groin- where his other hand traveled.
“Do you remember last night?” His husky voice asked when he broke off our kiss. I looked at him feeling aroused and confused.
“N-No.” I answered. “What happened? Who are you?” I wanted to look at my friends, assure myself everyone was all right, but I couldn’t tear myself from him.
“Everyone is fine, don’t worry about them.” The silkiness of his tone comforted me.  “No harm will ever come to you- I won’t allow it.”
“Who are you?” I breathed out as his thumb ran along my bottom lip. I wanted him to kiss me again.
“I am your owner.”

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Key Phrase - When the fog lifted/settled (choose one)
Word Limit - 204
Forbidden Words - apocalypse, Max, Burning, stench
Bonus Words - Tell us what's under the tarp
Extra Credit - 50 words extra if you strangest outfit you have ever worn, or wanted to wear during an orgasm

Wicked Wednesday Prompt 117

Juggling her purse and the box full of knick knacks from her work desk, Simone attempted to unlock her front door.  The box slipped from her grasp and spilled all over the front patio.  A framed picture of her dog, Boxer, a coffee mug with a humorous limerick about Mondays, and the small pewter statues of fairies her co-workers had gifted her with over the five years of working for Stanley and Connery all poured across the front steps.

"Well, fuck." She sighed heavily at the sight.  The lock finally gave way, and she pushed the door open. Boxer, ran to greet her with slobbery kisses and a wagging tail.  She managed to toss her purse on the table and gather her belongs off the stoop.  "Okay, okay, Boxer." She tried to settle him as she reentered the town home.  Leaving the box by the front door she led him to the kitchen, letting him out into the back yard.

Her cell buzzed in her back pocket, but she ignored it.  Janet was mostly likely calling to console her. Afterall that's what you do when your friend gets canned. You call and say how sorry you are, and you give a pep talk about who everything happens for a reason and when one door closes another opens. Blah Blah Blah. Samone was in no mood to hear it.

One simple interchange of numbers. A 56 written as a 65 in a phone number. That was her great crime. The infraction that made her lose her job as a paralegal at a law firm in the city.  It wasn’t as if the firm took on big name clients or even dealt with million dollar cases. They chased ambulances and took on hopeless workman’s comp cases.  Judy, her newest boss, however had her sights on partner in the firm.  Having Simone, a veteran nobody, as her assistant wasn’t good enough for her. How she managed to convince Mr. Stanley to fire her over a miswritten phone number was confusing and aggravating.  In the five years she worked for the firm, she’d never been even a breath late to work.

She sank into her kitchen chair and watched Boxer chase the squirrels through the patio door.  She supposed she should start getting her resume together.  She knew she should fire up her computer and get to work on getting back to work.  

She let Boxer in and grabbed a bottle of wine on her way to the couch. No glass would be needed.

The insistence of the buzzer woke Simone from her afternoon nap.  She shoved the blanket from her lap, wiped her eyes, and made her way to the front door.  A tall man stood on her porch, she could make out his hat through the frosted glass of her door.  Boxer, her English Bulldog, sat by the door with a wagging tail waiting to make a new friend.  She stepped in front of him to keep his slobbery kisses from making their way outside as she unchained the door.

A man, taller than herself, stepped back as the door swung open.  She was drawn immediately to his smile.  A deep dimple showed itself on his left cheek, while his muddy green eyes seemed to call to her.

“Can I help you?” She asked when he said nothing.  Noticing directly that his eyes were wandering over her body, she quickly pulled her sweater around her to hide the embarrassing nap-look she was portraying.  She hoped her hair was still in the ponytail and hadn't managed to escape during her sleep. Either way, she was sure she looked homeless.

“Ah, yes.” A thick English accent. “I am looking for a Miss Simone Carvey.” His black suit looked expensive.  The white limousine parked in front of her house looked even more so.

“Well, you’ve found her.” She tried for a casual smile while worrying about if she had remembered to brush her teeth that morning.  

“I see.” His voice dropped at his apparent disappointment.  “Well, I’ve been instructed to bring you to meet with my employer.” He waved a black leathered hand at the limo behind him. “Perhaps you’d like to, er- freshen up first?” The implication was obvious. She would have taken exception, but she could still smell the coffee she spilled on herself that morning lingering on her sweatshirt.

“First, who is your employer?  Second, where will we be meeting? And lastly, why do I want to meet him or her?”  She put her hands on her hips.

“My employer is Mr. Stephen Shark.  You will be meeting him at his home.  The phone number you gave your employer was his, and he would like to discuss the matter with you.”

She felt the blood empty from her face. “I didn’t give it to Judy on purpose! I transposed two flippin numbers!” She protested.

“I am really not at liberty to discuss the matter. I was told to retrieve you, assure you that no harm is intended, but he will not be denied your presence.  Actually, Mr. Shark is never denied his desires. It’s best you hurry- we are expected within the hour.”  The stiff man looked at his watch.  A glimmering piece of jewelry she had seen in the window’s of Macy’s but never close up.

“Okay. Do you want to wait in the livingroom?” She asked uncomfortably.

“No, that’s all right. I will remain here.”

“Suit yourself.”

Mr. Shark turned out to be the closest thing to a Greek God that Simone could have imagined. His hair held the color of gold with shoots of light blond running through it.  No gel or hairspray, it appeared to stay in place solely on his preference.  He wore a fitted button down shirt that displayed his toned body through the fabric. The casual slacks he wore showed his muscular backside in a subtle but arousing manner.

Simone stood before him in the library, a room the size of the entire first floor of her townhouse, in awe of his beauty.  She thanked the stars that she had been smart enough to take a full shower instead of just washing away the grime on her face before attending the meeting.  He leaned against the front of a large mahogany desk that took center stage in the room.

“Samone.” His voice carried through the room. She looked directly at him. “I’m sure you are confused.”

“To say the least.” She nodded, opting to put her hands in her pockets. Again, thanking the stars to have been smart enough to have worn her work slacks and blouse instead of the jeans and t-shirt she had originally grabbed.  Although she was sure she looked a little run down from her week of lounging on the couch eating ice-cream directly from the carton, she knew she cleaned up well enough to not look completely out of place.

“Would you like to have a seat?” He motioned to the chair in front of him. She nodded and made her way to him. His eyes never wavered from her movements; she warmed beneath his stare. “There. That’s better.” His smile held a mystery, something that looked naughty. A secret he wanted to share but seemed to be biding his time.

“Mr. Shark-”

“Stephen. Please, call me Stephen.” He folded his arms over his chest.

“Okay, Stephen. I’m not sure what this is all about.” She placed her hands palms down on her knees and looked up at him. The position of sitting below someone often made her feel small, insignificant. Especially, when Judy would walk around her giving her directives and chiding her for small errors.  Sitting with Stephen looking down at her, didn’t feel that way. She felt comfortable. At home.  

“Well, you gave my number- by complete mistake, I know- to a Ms. Judy Cadlong.” His eyes turned serious, no pleasantry remained in his tone.  “Ms. Cadlong belongs to a friend of mine. And my friend, well, he was unhappy with the way Ms. Cadlong treated you.”

“Belongs to your friend?” Simone asked as the door behind her opened.  Mr. Stanley, a fifty something year old man dressed similarly to Mr. Shark, walked into the room and stood beside him.

“Hello, Simone.” His smile held the same warmth and affection it always had when they spoke at the office.

“What is going on?” She asked with heightened defense. Her hands gripped the chair arms and she readied herself to flee the room.

“Calm yourself.” Stephen put his hand out to her and motioned to her own hands. She moved them back to her knees, he nodded with a pleased wink. “Let him explain.”

“I’ve been trying to reach you all week, but you haven’t answered your phone.  Judy and I are involved...romantically.” He spoke with the lighthearted air of a lover overjoyed at being able to come clean about his affair. “When I hired her on at the firm, it was with explicit instructions not to cause any trouble. She has a tendency to be a bit caddy when it comes to other women. She had her eye on you- thinking that I held you in some personal esteem that I did not. I never gave her leave to fire you. In fact, I did not hear of your termination until a day or so later- I was away you remember.” He folded his hands in front of him. Simone, nodded, confused.

“She didn’t have authority to fire me?” Seemed to be the only words she could put together.

“No authority, right, or permission.” Stephen added.  “Now this is where the coincidence of you transposing those numbers for my number comes in. You see,  Edward and Judy have the sort of relationship where Edward is able to punish Judy when she misbehaves. Completely consensual and all.”

“Punish?”
“Yes, you see I have been friends with Stephan here for a very long time. We can go over all of that over dinner, afterwards.” Edward waved his hand in the air and the door opened again.  Simone turned to see Judy, dressed in a silk robe walk through the room and stand beside Edward. Her head was down.

“Yes. Let’s not keep her waiting.  I know she’s been waiting all week to get this over with.” Stephen motioned pushed off the desk.

“Wait. What do you mean?” Simone asked. “Judy, are you okay?”  She went to the woman and placed a hand on her shoulder. Judy looked up at her, a tear on her cheek.

“I’m fine, Simone.” She nodded. “Sir, please. Does she really need to witness?”

“You’re transgression was to her detriment.” Edward’s tone turned harsh. Judy swallowed.

“Simone, Judy is no longer going to be the attorney you work for. You will be answering to me from now on. This last week will be considered a bonus vacation week, and I will expect to see you back in the office on Monday.” Edward stated taking Judy by the arm.  

Simone watched in silent horror as Judy was walked to the bare wall of the room. Edward pushed a button and two steel rings descended from the ceiling.  She jumped at the light touch of Stephens’ hand on her shoulder.

“Come sit.” he led her to a couch that faced the wall and she sat, dumbfounded beside him.  Judy untied and removed the silk robe, revealing her naked breasts and bare ass.  On her wrists were elegantly thin straps which Edward used to tether her to the rings, dangling above her.  

“What is he doing?” Simone asked with a hoarse voice.

“Her punishment will be ten licks of my whip. A severe punishment for her, but not at all for most. Edward isn’t that experienced with a single tail so he asked if I would help administer the punishment- for her safety. The idea is to punish her, but not harm her.  She disobeyed her Master and for that she must endure her consequences. Edward will first warm her body up so that the whip will be more tolerable.” Stephen rested his hand on her knee. She listened to his words and recognized them from several novels she had read.  

“S&M” She whispered.

“Well, in part. yes.” Stephen looked to her with another approving grin. “You were brought here because she hurt you, so you must be permitted to observe her punishment.:
“And if I don’t want to?” She asked him.

“Then you may leave. I won’t stop you.” He promised. They stared at each other in silence. She turned back to Judy. “Good, girl.” His whisper gave her a thrill.

Edward stood behind the naked and tethered Judy. His hand ran over her voluptuous backside lovingly.  Judy’s shoulders relaxed and Edward struck. His hand pulled back and unleashed onto her. The sound resignated throughout the room. The slaps, the grunts, the yelps of surprise when Edward slowed his pace.

Simone watched the scene before her with a heat building inside of her that was new to her. Her eyes could not leave Judy’s ass that was turning a darker shade of crimson with each new volley of swats from Edward.  Stephen’s hand slid up her thigh, and she instinctively opened her legs.

“Oh, such a good girl,” He whispered in her ear. “I knew it the moment I saw you. I wish you had worn a skirt though. I can’t get to your wetness in these trousers. I won’t have you undress, as I don’t want Judy to believe she’s giving us a show- that would be detrimental to her punishment.” His words stroked the fire in her, leaving her speechless. “From now on, though- you’ll remember this and always wear a skirt.” He placed a chaste kiss to her cheek and stood from the couch. “It would appear the naughty woman is ready for me.” He winked at Simone and headed over to where Judy rested her head against the wall.  She was crying softly.

She was not pleading to be let go, or begging for mercy. Instead, she appeared to be remorseful and accepting of her fate.

“Simone, I do hope you remember this- because this could one day be you if you are as disobedient and naughty as Judy has been with Edward. I am much sterner with my women.” She found herself nodding at his words and watched with awe as he pulled a coiled up whip from his desk and headed over to Judy.
The first stripe of the whip had Simone mesmerized….




A bit long this week, but I hope worth it!

Cover Reveal- Forgiving Gia

Title: Finding Gia (Rocker Series: Two)Author: Gina WhitneyGenre: Erotica BDSM Expected Release Date: October 20, 2014Cover Designed by: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design & PhotographyHosted by: Lady Amber's ToursBlurb: Abel Gunner is a Dom rock-star with legendary skills in the bedroom. He swore he wouldn’t fall for another women after scheming manipulative Morgana. Until, he met his new Sub Gia Mastro. His darkened soul longed for her submission, affection, and ultimately love. Her pain brings the pleasure he craves. They share a deep connection that has him craving the love he never asked for. Her smile calms the beast that rages within. Gia loves Abel more than life itself. But, Abel is devastated by what he perceives as lies and deceit and threatens to destroy what little happiness Gia’s ever known. Her life hangs in the balance. His life depends on forgiving her. This couple must face many truths: Is love enough to overcome the damage that dwells within? Gia’s experiences with love have been nil. Until meeting the infamous bad-boy rocker Abel Gunner. Swept up in a mind-bending Dom/Submissive love affair she’s force to make decisions that have both helped and hurt their relationship. Gia’s mother has betrayed her in the worst possible way. Abel’s ex-girlfriend Morgana an unbearable thorn. When she wakes her reality is stripped of meaning. Abel, has walked away from her leaving her imprisoned with torment within her own mind. They both have to face their demons before they can embrace a future together. In the end, they’re faced with two choices: Fight for love or die with their demons.Thunderclap: http://thndr.it/1vNbqIP Gina Whitney grew up reading Judy Blume, and Nancy Drew books. She was raised in the town of North Valley Stream, New York(Long Island)and attended community college for fashion design. At 19 she opened a boutique. She recently published her first paranormal romance novel Blood Ties. When she's not writing, she's hanging with family and friends. She shares a home with her wonderful son’s PJ and Drew, and their 200lb Mastiff Hercules. She currently lives in Massapequa, New York. Reading has always been a passion and obsession. You can usually find her typing furiously while shouting obscenities over her latest work. She also enjoys a good laugh, being snarky, espresso, and above all steamy swooning angst filled novels. She's pathologically obsessed with True Blood(Eric ;), Games of Thrones, Borgias, Vampire Diaries and Originals. You can also find her chatting it up with readers on Facebook. Links:Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show... https://www.facebook.com/ginawhitneyauthorTwitter: https://twitter.com/ginamwhitneyAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Gina-Whitney/e/... Blog: http://authorginawhitney.blogspot.com/Pre – Order Link: Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MU9QVZC

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Severed Justice (Severed MC#3)
Authors: KT Fisher & Ava Manello
Genre: Erotic Romance/Suspense
Pages: 237 (estimated)
Release Date:31st August 2014
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Synopsis

Your favourite Severed MC returns with more chaos, more danger and more fireworks.
Satan may be gone but the danger isn't.
With revenge on the cards from more than one player and hot blooded new comer Justice stirring things up, the people in the town of Severed are in for one hell of a ride.

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KT Fisher



I love reading, it's my favourite hobby. I've always had ideas for my own books packed into my head so I thought I would write them out for people to enjoy

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Passionate reader, blogger, publisher, and author. I love nothing more tag helping other Indie authors publish their books be that reviewing, beta reading, formatting or proofreading,
I love erotic suspense that's well written and engages the reader, and I love promoting the heck out of it over on my book blog.
I've just started a new chapter in my life, I'm a mother, but most of all I'm me and I'm following my dreams!

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Other Books in the series:

Severed Angel (Severed MC #1)



Synopsis:

Eve could never have imagined that her trip to Australia, where she is set to be maid of honor for her best friend's wedding, could turn from exciting to deadly so quickly.

Her sheltered and boring vanilla life comes to a screeching halt when she arrives in Australia and witnesses a shocking MC murder putting her life in extreme danger. The Carnal MC are a dangerous and savage motorcycle gang who want Eve and will stop at nothing to seek their revenge.

Just when it seems her nightmare fate is sealed, Eve is rescued by the Severed MC and quickly falls for the club's Vice President Gabe aka "Angel". This could be just the diversion she needs. With her new protectors, Eve faces a whole new life she never could have imagined...

Gabe never wanted an old lady. One look at the beautiful Eve cowering at the hands of the enemy changes all that. Starting a war with the Carnal MC and having Eve in his bed is just the beginning.

When Gabe stakes his claim, he goes all in. War with Carnal MC is just the price of making Eve his, and only his. But love invites blood and tragedy in an MC's life.

Just when it's looking up for his MC and his new woman, a savage attack blows the lid off everything. Revenge possessed and determined can the hot tattooed biker save her from the danger that lies ahead?

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Carnal Desire (Severed MC #2)



Synopsis:

Continuing Angel and Eve's story from Severed Angel.

Eve returns home unaware danger is hot on her heels. Will Satan get the revenge he seeks, will Angel save the woman he loves or will Ink get the woman he deserves.

The nail biting conclusion to the story that crosses two continents...

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Five Sentence Fiction- Darkness

Light shown from beneath the door of the room, giving hope that her time in the darkness would soon be over.   She could hear sounds down the hall, laughter, the party went on without her.  Her Master's voice sounded casual and low- he missed her presence.  Guilt over her earlier behaviour tore at her.  She held her breath as a foot blocked the light from the hall, hoping it was Him.

Wicked Wednesday- Silence

Silence can be filling. It can soak up all the tension in a room and settle it centrally between the inhabitants. 
Silence can be terrifying. The moment after a loved one says something horrid like "I don't know if we can do this anymore."  Something should be said during this moment, a kind word- a plea to begin anew- anything would be better than nothing. 
Silence can also be deafening. As it was for Tora and Carson.  Huddled together in the bleak corner of the storage room, they listened for footsteps that would surely arrive.  The large garage door had opened and closed several minutes ago. Shadows fell and moved on the floor announcing to the intimate couple that they were no longer alone in the warehouse.  
"Put the bitch over there!" A husky voice commanded and more shadows moved.  Tora stilled in her movements of riding her lover behind the palate of copy paper.   She leaned over slightly to peer between the boxes, but only saw the shadows moving.  Placing a finger over her lips, she signaled to Carson to remain quiet. 
Tora slid from her position and smoothed down her skirt, still trying to get a look at what was happening on the other side of the boxes.  The shadows disappeared, but the large metal door hadn't re-opened. Carson managed to pull up his jeans and crouch at her side in silence.
"Do you see anyone?" He whispered in her ear. She asnwered with a sharp shake of her head.  They both knew the men couldn't have to gone through the warehouse and into the large show room without having walked directly past their favorite fuck spot.  They were not alone in the warehouse. 
Tora put up one finger to Carson and made a dash to the set of cartons next to thier hiding space. He tried to grab her before she made her leap, but was unsuccessful.  Again, she peered through the small openeings between boxes trying to find the men, and the woman. 
"Are you looking for me, doll?" The husky voice asked from behind her. She spun around so fast it took a moment for her eyesite to line up with what she was looking at, and when it did- she wished it hadn't. 
An ape stood before her.  He stood at least two feet taller than her 5ft figure, and his back could have hidden three of her behind him.  The professionaly pressed suit did not bring any more attractiveness to his gruff, scarred face as he scowled at her. She glanced over to where Carson had been standing. He was gone. 
"Who are you?" She asked, wishing the moment it was out of her mouth she hadn't. 
"Not your concern." He answered.  "Come on, let's have some fun." His voice reminded her of what she thought frakenstein would sound like if she had had the chance ever to meet him.  His plus-size hand wrapped around her slender arm and yanked her from her hiding spot.  She found herself thrust into the openness of the warehouse. The lights flew on and she shielded her eyes from the brightness. 
A soft whimpering drew her attention, and she blinked until her eyes refocused. Crumpled in a ball a few feet from her was a woman, half naked.  Her shirt had been torn open, her bra the same.  She might have worn a skirt or pants at some point but all that was left was a waistband of a pair of panties.  Her face was covered in blood.   Large finger shapped bruises covered her thighs. 
"Did you do that?" Tora found a rage inside of her that she had never known. The ape laughed. "You fucking coward!" She spat at him.  "Where's your little helper? She stood tall facing off with him, no longer afraid of his size. "I heard you tell someone else to drop her." 
His already narrowed eyes - due to the overgrowth of his browbone- narrowed even more.  He shoved her to the side with the back of his hand and huffed away toaward the large door.  Turning toward a pile of boxes, he bent down and lifted a leg.  He stood in a pool of blood.   The ape dropped the leg and waved a gun with a grin at her. A silencer.  The blood fell from her face. 
She looked around helplessly for Carson. Had he deserted her? Did he make a run from the store and forget her?  The store was long closed.  They had only stuck around to have a quick fuck before she went home.  Home. To her husband.  
The ape aimed the gun. Not at her, at the crumpled woman who was still moaning.  Tora saw the gleam in his eye, the miniscule twitch of his upper lip and reacted before she could think.  She dove over the woman, covering her with her own body. 
The shot was clean, straight through her back and lodged in her heart. She was dead before she landed on top of the woman she was trying to protect.  The wimpering woman, who started to screech to high heaven when Tora's blood began to trickle onto her. 
With a quick shove, she manuevered her way out from under her dead protector and leapt to her feet. "Fuck, Sam!  You weren't supposed to kill her!" The woman continued to scream.  The ape stared blank-eyed at the dead woman on the floor. His years of acting had not prepared him for the scene before him. 
"Sam!" His girlfriend slapped at his shoulders. "What the fuck!" 
"Hold on! Hold on!" He rubbed his forehead.  "It was supposed to have blanks! Carson said it would have blanks!" His voice a heated panic.  
Sirens blared outside the warehouse. The woman's face paled under the liberally applied costume blood. The ape stared open-mouthed at her.  "Where is Carson?" His question a whisper. 

Carson sat in the back of a black buick parked in the last spot of the three hundred car parking lot.  Hidden in the cover of darkness, he sat beside Frank. 
"Well done." Frank nodded as the flashing lights took over the lot.  
"Thanks. Now, we're okay, right?  We're good?" Carson's voice shook as he asked his question. "Your wife is dead. We are straight." He put his hand on the handle of the car. Frank, a stern looking man, nodded. 
"Yes. It's over. I would be careful who you stick your prick into from now on, though. Other husbands might seek revenge on you- instead of the whore they call wife." 
Carson nodded, promised to be more careful and made his escape.  He left Frank staring at the crime scene unfolding in front of him in silence.

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Severed Justice
KT Fisher and Ava ManelloRelease Date:  31st August 2014Genre: erotic romance/suspense

 Synopsis
Your favourite Severed MC returns with more chaos, more danger and more fireworks.Satan may be gone but the danger isn't. With revenge on the cards from more than one player and hot blooded new comer Justice stirring things up, the people in the town of Severed are in for one hell of a ride.

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I can't explain why I love biker books.  Is it because they are hot? Is it because bikers are protrayed to be Alpha males...Dom like?  Who knows...and really who cares! 
Severed Justice  is the third book the Severed MC series by K.T. Fisher and Ava Manello.  The story line in this book is full of high speed twists and turns that you will not expect and will have your heart racing! As a writer, every plot turn made perfect sense.  As a reader, they made me gasp out loud!  
And the hot sex!  Chocolate sauce, handcuffs, spanking...all right up my alley! 
If you have not read the Severed MC Series...I suggest you get to it right away! 



Prologue
Justice
The van is hot as hell. I’m watching the house across the street because I know he’s in there. The fucking dick!
I know for a fact he hasn’t left because I’ve been sitting here all fucking day.  It’s finally dark, and any time now the little shit is going to leave the house. Then he’s mine.
Cowboy’s with me, but he’s been quiet the whole time.  He’s still hurting over losing Cassie and I can’t blame him, it’s only been a few months.  Satan may be dead, but it doesn’t stop the guilt we all feel that we weren’t quick enough to save her, nor smart enough to work out what was going on under our own roof.
I straighten up in my seat as I see the hallway light go out. I nudge Cowboy awake, motioning towards the house.  It’s time.
I clench my fists as I watch Ted walk over to his car. The slimy piece of shit has been leading my sister on, no fucking way am I letting him off with that shit! My sister means everything to me. Ted is unlocking his car door, when my arm goes around his throat.  My approach as always is silent. Deadly.
“What? Who? You can’t do this to me.” He starts to protest, struggling in my arms.
“Shut the fuck up.  You’re going to walk over to that van, quiet as a mouse or I’ll start carving pieces of you off as we walk. Choice is yours.”  I whisper the words harshly in his ear.  As soon as he hears my voice he knows who I am.  What I am.  It’s enough to cause him to freeze in terror.  Cowboy groans in disgust. I tense as I realize what Ted’s done. Shit! The bloody coward’s gone and wet himself.  Not only is he a dick, he’s a fucking coward too.
“Please don’t kill me.” He whimpers. Yep. He’s a fucking pussy all right.
If I were him, I’d put up a fight. Stand my ground and be a man! Not whimper and beg. Men like him make me sick.
“I’m not going to kill you Ted.” I reassure him. Although it is really fucking tempting.  “That would be far too quick and painless.”  Ted whimpers some more so I tighten my hold around his neck. God I’d love to snap it! “I told you to be fucking quiet.” I command.
I practically have to drag Ted the few yards from his driveway to the van. Being careful not to let his piss stained trousers touch me.  Cowboy’s ready and waiting for me, the sliding door open.  He reaches into his back pocket, a move that causes Ted to start whimpering again.  What a fucking wimp.  What the fuck did my sister see in him? I’ll never understand it.
Cowboy withdraws some black cable ties from his pocket and uses them to secure Ted’s wrists behind him. He moves to his ankles, doing the same.
“For fuck’s sake Ted.” Cowboy complains. “You a little momma’s boy? You’ve gone and pissed yourself like one.” There’s disgust in Cowboy’s voice.
He pushes Ted face first into the back of the van.  Ted is hampered by the ties but manages to crawl a little further in, allowing me to slide the door shut. Not that I’d care if I trapped anything anyway!  Cowboy jumps in the passenger seat next to me and I start the van. Moving slowly at first with the headlights off, until I hit the end of the street.  The less any busybody neighbors see around here the better.
I only drive for a few minutes before I hit the trail road I’m looking for.  This abandoned shack is perfect for what I have planned for this evening.  It’s far enough from the town that no one will hear Ted scream. And I intend to make him scream, a lot.
Cowboy and I came here earlier to set up.  Everything we need is inside.  Cowboy drags Ted from the rear of the van none too carefully.  Because of the ties on his ankles he can’t walk.  Thanks to wetting himself Cowboy refuses to throw him over his shoulder and carry him. Instead, he grabs him by the wrist ties and drags him along the rough dirt path.  That must hurt, but to be fair, considering what I have planned for him, that’s nothing.
Ted’s eyes go wide when we enter the shack and he sees the chain hanging over the solid wooden beam.  Cowboy quickly secures him to it as I lean against the wall, listening to Ted’s whimpering. It’s really getting on my fucking nerves. Cowboy moves out of the way as soon as he’s done and I grin.  Ted’s hanging by his arms, his feet not quite able to touch the floor and take any of the weight.
I slowly walk up to him.  When I’m standing so close that we’re practically nose to nose Ted’s breathing quickens.  I’m taller than he is.  It’s just something else in the long list of things I don’t like about him.
I see the look of absolute fear in his eyes and it gets me hard. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not fucking gay but hurting people that I hate, that deserve it, gets me worked up and Ted really deserves it for what he has done to my sister!  My reputation precedes me.  Ted may think he knows what’s coming tonight. Trust me, he hasn’t a clue.  What he imagines and what I have planned are poles apart.
“You’re not going to die tonight Ted.” There’s a spark of hope in his eyes. A little hint of relief and I can’t allow that.  “You’re going to wish you were dead though. So much so, that you will beg me to kill you.”

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Key Words: Breakup, BoyfriendWord Limit: 350Forbidden Phrase: Walk of ShameBonus Words:  She’s a good church girl most of the time. Extra Credit:  Oh crap, these aren’t my panties!

“I don’t know how else to say it, so I’m just going to say it.” His deep blue eyes stared at me from the drivers seat.  His two-door sedan was warm with the windows rolled up, and the AC on the fritz again.  He shuffled his hair with his right hand and blew out the air in his lungs with the flare of a trumpet player.  I waited.
“Okay, so say it.” I leaned back against the door and crossed my arms under my breasts.  The low cut of my dress was less about fashion than it was for temptation.  He continued to stare at me, helpless.  I sighed in aggravated annoyance and quickly slid my black panties down my legs and tossed them into the back of the car.  
With no fanfare, I leaned over his seat and unzipped his jeans. His cock was at full staff and thick. I wrapped my dry lips around his head and twirled my tongue.  I heard him drag air into his lungs.  Slurping sounds always got him to his endgame quickly; I was louder than usual.  
“Fuck, yes.” He groaned, digging his hands into my neck.  I pulled back, smiled dangerously at him, and slid my body over him, straddling his lap.  Reaching down, I pulled the seat lever, moving the seat back and making my position more comfortable for me.  
His dick eased into me. I held onto his shoulders as I did my lap dance, grinding my clit into him.  He tried to pull my dress down, to get to my tits, but I slapped his hands away and continued to ride him hard.  I watched his face as I quickly found my own reward, screaming out my orgasm and not giving a fuck about the old biddies in the church parking lot.
“Can you bend over the seat?” He asked, trying to push me away and position me for his taking.  
I laughed. “Uh. No… you see. I have a boyfriend, and although this little fuck time with you these past few sundays have been fun and all.. it’s over.” I reached back and grabbed my panties.
“I thought you broke up.” His high pitch whine scraped along my spine.
“Yeah. Like I’d break up with him for you!” I shimmed my panties on as best I could and opened the door just as he tried to reach for me.  I walked away from his car with a confident grin plastered to my face.
As I pulled my panties all the way up, I heard laughing from his car. I took a few more steps. “Dammit.  These aren’t my panties!”

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"Don't do it," His sly smile softened his forbidding tone.

"Please." Long masculine fingers danced over my most senstive parts, brining me to the very ledge of ectasy only to deny me. 
"Not yet." The pressure deepened, my breath quickend, and his free hand began to touch my breast. 
"I can't hold on, please." My voice was unrecognizable to myself, so strained with yearning. 
"Not. Yet." His lips landed on mine, sweeping me to an entirely new level of pleasure as his fingers continued thier torment.