Her Billionaire, Her Wolf--Lust and Lies — Aimelie Aames
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Sep-2012 -
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Part 2 of Her Billionaire, Her Wolf:
Fine wines, private jets...a windswept château perched upon the French Atlantic coast....
And Brazier Abraxis is no less extravagant in the choice of his women. But just what quality he sees in her, Sara cannot fathom.
Murder and contracts written in blood lurk in the shadows as she is secreted out of the country and over the sea. Yet every time he turns his impenetrable gaze upon her, all resistance, all logic, slips through her fingers.
And as the supernatural world closes in, Sara Renardine is faced with a man tormented by his own dark secrets. Alone in a foreign land, she gives over all control but can she survive his beastly lessons of cruelty and affection?
18,000 words
An excerpt:
She slid herself backward then toward the head of the bed. The silk pillowed around her as she moved and she imagined it would be like lying upon a cloud.
Once squarely in the middle, she let herself lie back upon the luxurious coverlet. Despite their surroundings, surely somewhere deep beneath the seaside château, the scent of fresh, clean bed linens was reassuring.
Braze cast her an appraising look and nodded.
"That's better." His words were edgy as if seeing her in the middle of all that blood red silk whetted his appetite.
He stepped away from her, then Sara heard the sounds of chains clinking. She looked to the side to see Braze drawing a thick chain through a metal loop fastened directly to the stone wall running behind the bed. But what chilled her more than the chain itself was that it terminated in something that resembled a handcuff, only far more massive.
That's no handcuff...that's a manacle.
In an instant, he had joined her upon the bed, kneeling at her side. With exaggerated slowness, he took her wrist and lifted it into the air.
"Trust me, Sara...trust me so that I can trust you." His eyes implored her.
Instead of screaming for help that would never come, she nodded. There was the metallic sound of a latch closing, then the cold of the manacle embraced her arm in its rusted grasp.
Before she could change her mind, Braze walked quickly to the other side of the bed to where the twin of the first manacle and chain awaited. Its hold was just as frigid as it went round Sara's forearm, locking into place.
"Ok. Now Sara, I would like you to lift your arms straight out above you and hold them together, wrist to wrist."
The chains were heavier than she thought, but with some effort she brought her arms up, held straight above her chest.
Then, Braze pulled on a chain, drawing one arm away from the other still held straight out. When it reached a certain angle, he slipped an enormous bolt through a link in the chain, just behind the loop in the wall.
"You can rest that arm now."
He went to the other side to do the same, and even if it meant that Sara could no longer bring her arms together...
There's no way to fight him off now...so stupid...
...it was a relief to let her trembling arms fall to the mattress.
Braze stood still looking down at her for a long moment...long enough that it made Sara uncomfortable and she was forced to look away. Then, she heard his voice.
"You have a secret."
Sara's stomach lurched as she registered his words.
"There is a quality about you. Something that you think you've hidden deep inside, but despite your desire to set it apart it burns within you.
"Something of which you hope to never speak. Not out loud, not even to yourself."
The bed shook as she felt his weight upon the mattress. A strong arm planted itself before her face and she was forced to look up at the man looming over her.
"You have something to tell me, don't you, Sara?" His eyes burned in amber, a lava flow that threatened to immolate her from one moment to the next....
He is a man with particular tastes.
Fine wines, private jets...a windswept château perched upon the French Atlantic coast....
And Brazier Abraxis is no less extravagant in the choice of his women. But just what quality he sees in her, Sara cannot fathom.
Murder and contracts written in blood lurk in the shadows as she is secreted out of the country and over the sea. Yet every time he turns his impenetrable gaze upon her, all resistance, all logic, slips through her fingers.
And as the supernatural world closes in, Sara Renardine is faced with a man tormented by his own dark secrets. Alone in a foreign land, she gives over all control but can she survive his beastly lessons of cruelty and affection?
18,000 words
An excerpt:
She slid herself backward then toward the head of the bed. The silk pillowed around her as she moved and she imagined it would be like lying upon a cloud.
Once squarely in the middle, she let herself lie back upon the luxurious coverlet. Despite their surroundings, surely somewhere deep beneath the seaside château, the scent of fresh, clean bed linens was reassuring.
Braze cast her an appraising look and nodded.
"That's better." His words were edgy as if seeing her in the middle of all that blood red silk whetted his appetite.
He stepped away from her, then Sara heard the sounds of chains clinking. She looked to the side to see Braze drawing a thick chain through a metal loop fastened directly to the stone wall running behind the bed. But what chilled her more than the chain itself was that it terminated in something that resembled a handcuff, only far more massive.
That's no handcuff...that's a manacle.
In an instant, he had joined her upon the bed, kneeling at her side. With exaggerated slowness, he took her wrist and lifted it into the air.
"Trust me, Sara...trust me so that I can trust you." His eyes implored her.
Instead of screaming for help that would never come, she nodded. There was the metallic sound of a latch closing, then the cold of the manacle embraced her arm in its rusted grasp.
Before she could change her mind, Braze walked quickly to the other side of the bed to where the twin of the first manacle and chain awaited. Its hold was just as frigid as it went round Sara's forearm, locking into place.
"Ok. Now Sara, I would like you to lift your arms straight out above you and hold them together, wrist to wrist."
The chains were heavier than she thought, but with some effort she brought her arms up, held straight above her chest.
Then, Braze pulled on a chain, drawing one arm away from the other still held straight out. When it reached a certain angle, he slipped an enormous bolt through a link in the chain, just behind the loop in the wall.
"You can rest that arm now."
He went to the other side to do the same, and even if it meant that Sara could no longer bring her arms together...
There's no way to fight him off now...so stupid...
...it was a relief to let her trembling arms fall to the mattress.
Braze stood still looking down at her for a long moment...long enough that it made Sara uncomfortable and she was forced to look away. Then, she heard his voice.
"You have a secret."
Sara's stomach lurched as she registered his words.
"There is a quality about you. Something that you think you've hidden deep inside, but despite your desire to set it apart it burns within you.
"Something of which you hope to never speak. Not out loud, not even to yourself."
The bed shook as she felt his weight upon the mattress. A strong arm planted itself before her face and she was forced to look up at the man looming over her.
"You have something to tell me, don't you, Sara?" His eyes burned in amber, a lava flow that threatened to immolate her from one moment to the next....
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