Evie Duncan’s dreams are slowly
taking over her life. Every night she falls in love with the man invading her
subconscious, playing out scenes from a past life. It becomes harder and harder to wake and leave
her dream man behind.
Bishop Kain has devoted his life to
protecting crime boss Sherman Groto, but when he spots Evie at an underground
fight, all he can think about is her. He
tries to keep his distance, but like a moth to a flame, she’s a siren he can’t
resist.
Danger is coming for Evie and her salvation
lies somewhere in the truth of her past life.
If Bishop can save her, he may be the one man who can bring her into the
light…and for once, she might be willing to stay there.
Q & A
1. Did you plot this book out or write wherever an idea took you?
2. What was your hardest scene to write in
this book?
3. Do you believe a book cover plays an
important role in the selling process?
Absolutely. And I was so happy with this cover. I am very aware of how the cover sells what’s between the pages, so I didn’t want some cover to show a half-naked girl because that wasn’t who Evie was. Luckily, the cover artist heard my concerns and gave me the face of a woman who had Evie’s story shining in her eyes.
4. Any advice you would like to give to your
younger self?
To never give up, even when sales are dismissal. Writing is more about the author, the stories in your head that need to be told…although getting a paycheck every three months is nice as well. 😊
EXCERPT
At
that moment, the first bell dinged, alerting the spectators that the Iron Fist
match would start in about ten minutes.
Excitement buzzed through the crowd, as if charged with electricity. This
wasn’t the organized shit seen on television.
These fights were down and dirty and people bet huge amounts of money on
them because anything went. The referee
only stopped the fight when the downed fighter’s sponsor wished to keep him
alive. Usually, though, two men entered
and one man dominated, and if the unlucky prick who lost happened to die of a
consequence then so be it. The prize
money drew in contestants looking to make a name for themselves and only the
best survived. Watching the carnage was
interesting, entertaining, and the brutality called to some latent warrior
inside him. Once upon a time he’d made a
name for himself in the ring, but now he made more money protecting Sherman
Groto. It didn’t stop him from wanting
to get back inside the cage and bust some heads as the testosterone took him
into a blood-fueled high, but he’d always been a practical man.
Yet
none of it registered this time as he looked back at the girl once more. She managed to fell him with one wide-eyed
glance from her big dark eyes. The
lights dimmed and suddenly he couldn’t see her.
She’d faded instantly and panic surged through him. His hands closed into fists and every instinct
in his body urged him to go find her, protect her. Only his training to stay
near Groto held him back.
“Bring
her to me,” the boss ordered.
Bishop
stiffened in surprise as suspicion streaked through his gut. The only time Groto ever wanted a girl was when
he wanted to fuck her, and Bishop wasn’t sure he could stand by and let that
happen. Not this time with that
particular girl. He didn’t know her, and yet, his protective instinct surged
immediately.
“Did
you hear me, Mr. Kain?” Groto demanded.
“Bring her to me.”
Bishop
nodded and had one of the other bodyguards, Santiago, take up his position as
he left the private box. Never once, in
all the years he’d worked for Groto, had he ever questioned the boss’s
decisions. Bishop had long ago lain to
rest his consciousness and morals, but now, with one command, he was ready to
defy the one man who’d given him a purpose in life.
His
big body parted the crowd effortlessly.
His gaze darted around as he headed for the place the girl had last been,
and as he reached the back wall, he saw her.
Some man had cornered her, terror evident on her face by the wide eyes
and frenetic shaking of her head. Black
rage immediately consumed him, and all he thought about was wrapping his hands
around the man’s throat to choke the life out of him.
With
a snarl of rage, he grabbed hold of the man, spun him, and punched him so hard
Bishop felt the bones of his nose crunch under his fist. Blood spurted out as the man dropped like a
stone but he didn’t even bother looking at the unconscious man. Instead, he clamped a hand around the girl’s
arm and dragged her away.
She
went willingly, even meekly. As he
strode through the crowd, her small hand slid into his and the gesture shocked
him so much he came to a halt. Several
people grumbled as they had to maneuver around them, but he didn’t give a
shit. Tingles danced across every nerve
ending in his hand where she touched him as his world narrowed down to this one
tiny girl, holding on to him and staring at him like she’d seen a ghost.
“Who
are you?” he asked.
She
didn’t answer. Instead she reached up
with her free hand and her fingertips lightly traced over his cheek. Fire shot through him from the innocent,
delicate exploration and he couldn’t help himself from backing her up until she
hit the wall. It was much the same
position he’d rescued her from not more than a few minutes earlier, but this
time her body language was completely different. Her lips parted, her nipples beaded, and she arched
her back toward him. Bishop fitted
himself against her, sliding his thigh between her legs to hold her firmly
against his body. Every bit of him
thrummed to life and he’d never ached so desperately to possess a woman. He wanted to sink his hard cock into her
womanly depths and ride her she screamed his name. The arena, the fight, his job…all of it faded
as he stared into her dark, fathomless eyes.
He
let go of her arm to sink his fingers into her hair. He tilted her face up to his so he could
study her face in an effort to determine why she felt so familiar.
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