Synopsis
Naomi
When I was kidnapped I thought only of survival. I don’t
thrive well in chaos. That’s why I gave my captors exactly what they wanted: my
skill with computers. Making millions for a crime lord who kept me imprisoned
in his basement compound kept my family safe. When he was taken out, I thought
my ticket to freedom had arrived. Wrong. I traded one keeper for another. This
time I’m in the hands of a scarred, dark, demanding Russian who happens to be
the head of the Bratva, a Russian crime organization. He wants my brain and my
body. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued, but I can’t be a prisoner
forever...no matter how good he makes me feel.
Vasily
At a young age, I was taught that a man without power is a
puppet for all. I’ve clawed—and killed—my way to the top so that it is my heel
on their necks. But to unify the fractured organization into an undefeatable
machine, I need a technological genius to help me steal one particular
artifact. That she is breathtaking, determined, and vulnerable is making her
more dangerous than all of my enemies combined. But only I can keep her safe
from the world that she now inhabits. Soon, I must choose between Naomi and
Bratva law. But with every day that passes, this becomes a more impossible
choice.
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Excerpt
I had sex once, and it was highly unpleasant. Most think I
am a virgin, but I’m not. Like everything, I used the scientific theory. I
formed a hypothesis—can I enjoy sex? I had caught Daniel with one of his
girlfriends in the barn at my parents’ ranch, and they both looked as if they
were enjoying themselves immensely. Therefore, I’d wanted to try it. I’d
selected a college classmate I thought was pleasing to the eye and asked him
after a study break if he wished to copulate. He had, and we’d found a hotel
room. I’d been so distressed by the blankets and the germs that were sure to be
crawling on them that I had a hard time concentrating. My memories of sex were
him grasping my breasts a few times, then shoving his dick inside me. It had
hurt, and there were copious secretions on his end, which had alarmed me more
than anything else. I’d screamed at him for leaking on me and ran for the
shower.
And that was the end of that.
After that horrifying experience, I’d done more research on
sexual activity and now knew that the penis ejaculating semen was normal.
However, I did not find any of it pleasant. No touching, because the human skin
secreted oils. No kissing, because mouths were filthy things full of germs. And
no penises. No penises at all.
But I did like it when Vasily told me what he wanted to do
to me. I will allow him to look at me, but not touch. I’m not fond of touching.
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About the Authors
Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one
rambunctious dog. She's been reading
stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to
hear from readers so drop her a line at jensfrederick@gmail.com.
Author Jessica Clare
This is a pen name for Jill Myles.
Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic since childhood.
She reads all the 'naughty parts' of books first, looks for a dirty joke in
just about everything, and thinks to this day that the Little House on the
Prairie books should have been steamier.
After devouring hundreds of paperback romances, mythology
books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write a few books of her own -
stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of super-sexy situations.
She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her heroines witty, and she
loves nothing more than watching them overcome adversity to fall into bed
together.
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