When I wake up in a dark, unfamiliar room, I have no idea what’s waiting for me in the shadows. My imagination conjures up demons of the worst kind.
Reality is much worse:
A collar with no leash. A prison with no walls. And a life stripped of meaning.
I am presented with a vile contract and asked to sign. It outlines the terms of my servitude. The only information I have about my captor are the two small letters inked at the bottom:
Armed with only my memories, I must do everything I can to avoid becoming ensnared in his twisted mind games. But in the end, it all comes down to one choice:
Resist and die.
Or submit, and sign my life away
A hand touches my elbow, surprising me. I start to turn, but the voice I hear stops me cold.
Oh God. It’s him. There’s no mistaking that rich, masculine treble.
What’s he doing down here?
“M-Mr. Stonehart,” I stutter, turning. I curse my inability to hide my surprise. He totally caught me off-guard. I have to look up to meet his eyes. Then up some more.
The face that I find is so striking it should belong to a Greek god.
He’s younger than I expected. Late thirties, maybe early forties.
That means he started his company when he was younger than me!
Dark scruff lines his angular cheeks. His jet-black hair is styled in long, natural waves. My fingers itch to run through it.
He has a prominent nose that might be too big on a less imposing man, but on him, it’s perfect.
In short, he’s a package of the purest masculinity I’ve ever seen.
And then there are his eyes. Oh my God. His eyes. They pierce into me like honing missiles. They are the deepest black I have ever seen. They would be frightening if they weren’t so beautiful. When the light reflects a certain way, you catch a glimpse of the purple underneath.
They are like midnight sapphires. His eyes reveal a cunning intellect. Those eyes do not miss a thing.
Add all that to his towering height, his wide shoulders, his confident-yet-at-ease posture… and Stonehart cuts an intimidating figure.
My gaze darts to his left hand before I can stop it. No ring. He’s unmarried.
He looks down at me, expectantly. His eyes narrow ever so slightly, and I feel like I’m being dissected, measured up, and tucked away in some small corner of his brain. I imagine this is what a gemstone feels like under the magnifying class of the most critical appraiser.
Stonehart clears his throat. I come to with a start, realizing I haven’t said anything in ages. I open my mouth, but the capacity for speech seems like a foreign concept to my brain. “I—”
Somebody bumps into me from behind. I stagger forward. I’m not used to these shoes, so my heel steps the wrong way. My ankle twists under me, and I start to fall.
I don’t fall far. The hand still on my elbow tightens, and Stonehart pulls me into him.
I plaster myself onto the solid steel wall the man has for a body. I catch a scent of his cologne. It’s a deep, musky smell with a hint of charred spruce that is all male. It scrambles my thoughts even more.
“Sorry!” a rushed voice calls out. From the corner of my eye, I see the postman giving a hurried, apologetic wave.
Although the sequence lasts less than a second, it feels like an eternity. Pressed up against him like that, I don’t want to move. I know that I couldn’t have made a worse first impression.
Are you more of an introvert or extrovert?
Depends on my mood If I get in a writing zone, I’m known to not leave the house for days at a time, but after I finish, I want nothing to do with being indoors and by myself.
Do you have a book boyfriend and if so, who is it?
Favorite drink while working?
Super-secret green tea smoothie.
Okay, okay, it’s not that secret:
2 teabags green tea (Costco brand)
Splash soy milk (tastes awesome with green tea)
5 packets Splenda.
Seep tea for 30 seconds, pour on ice, add soy milk and Splenda, drink.
Cliffhangers or no cliffhangers? (do you like to use them)
I don’t like using direct cliffhangers, where the story just stops in the middle of a scene or action sequence or something. I make sure all my books have a climax and then a conclusion… but I like leaving the door open for sequels. And Uncovering You is definitely going to have tons of sequels (each released 20 days after one another!)
Music/TV or Silence? What are you listening to while your write?Nothing, just some background noise like a fan or something to keep me focused lol.
What is your guiltiest pleasure? No judging here on Chapter Break.
Reading binges. Ie, 4-5 days straight where I lie in bed and read, read, read, neglecting all aspects of real life.
What is the best advice you ever received?
A university professor told me once that I could write really well. Before that point, I had no idea. That’s what prompted me to start telling stories.
What is one thing you do better at than most?
Writing. (No modesty there, huh? :D)
What is one thing that you do worse at than most?
Last words or words of encouragement? Anything else we would love to know?
Umm, so I just opened a PO Box, and if anybody wants to send me something (like a book to sign? A letter?) it’d be super sweet and really cool to one day open it and find something inside…
477 Peace Portal Drive
Blaine, WA 98230
Also! Some people think it’s cool when I tell them I make all of my book covers myself.
About the Author:
I live near beautiful Seattle, Washington. I grew up reading all types of fantasy books before discovering the wonderful world of romances in high school. Now, I spend most of my time writing about sexy men and the women who love them.
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