WIP Bloghop

Well, lovelies, I have a new book on the way and it’s going to be sent out for FREE to all the members of my mailing list! This is an exciting, action-heavy dark erotica called ‘Lethal Sin’. It’s going to be the first book in my new series, Dangerous Games. It follows two assassins who get thrown head-to-head because of their bosses, and when they come together sparks and bullets fly! This is the opening scene, and I hope you enjoy it! It only gets more fun from here. If you want to make sure you get the book for free when it comes out, make sure to sign up for my mailing list here. I only send out one or two emails a month! Now, let’s dive in.

Click, click, thump.

Click. Thump.

The sound of someone racking the slide of a gun filled the space as they finished reassembling the weapon, and then there was only silence.

Camille shifted against the zip-ties holding her to the chair, because her back was bowed painfully so that she couldn’t even relax. They had also tethered her ankles to the outsides of the chair in an attempt to scare her, but, honestly, none of that bothered her. What was frustrating was that they had kept the damn cloth over her head, and it was hot, and stifling, and she just wanted some fresh air on her face – or as fresh as she was going to get in this warehouse near the dirty waterfront. Even through the fabric the stench of dead fish and filthy water was apparent.

“Alright, last chance. Tell us where he is.”

Right. Him.

Camille laughed softly under the cloth, but it was cut short when the asshole that had been playing with his gun landed a punch to her ribs. The pain stole the air from her on a curse, and she brought it back in through clenched teeth, tightening her hands into fists.

That had hurt.

“I told you that was your last chance.” The hard press of the gun shoved her head to the left as he dug the muzzle into the side of her scalp. He was probably trying to set it against her temple like in the movies, but he was off by about three inches.

“Then shoot me,” she muttered. His hand shook, she could feel the pressure of the metal against her skull wavering, and then he groaned and pulled the weapon away. As cool as she was trying to play it her heart rate had tripled in the silence, and now it was practically tripping over itself as she heard him pace away from her across the concrete.

Okay, Camille, maybe it wasn’t necessary to call his bluff that harshly. Rein in the bitch a bit.

“Hey, boss. Yeah.” The man was speaking into his phone, and although his voice was faint she could still make out his words in the dead silence of the huge warehouse. “No, she hasn’t.”

Camille smiled under the hood, taking advantage of his absence to stretch as much as she could, rolling her shoulders while she listened to the idiot try and explain to his boss how she hadn’t told him a thing. She should have known he was too low on the totem pole to actually do more than rough her up a bit.

He had still got the drop on her though. Fucker.

If she hadn’t been so stupid she wouldn’t be in this mess anyway. She’d let her guard down, tipsy from a few too many martinis at dinner, so she’d been looking for the business card she’d snagged with the hotel’s address instead of keeping her hand on the gun in her purse. The first electric snap of the stun gun against her side had brought her to her knees, the second had sent her flat, and she’d been barely conscious when he hit her a third time. Now she was tied to a chair listening to Mr. Lucky Shot get yelled at. At least that was entertaining.

“I did – Boss, I did! No, she –” He let out a shout of frustration. “I’ll get her to tell me. No, I can do it. I don’t need -”

The sudden silence and a low growl told her the call had ended. He stomped around for a few minutes, cursing and mumbling as he threw a henchman temper tantrum. Camille straightened up in the chair again as she heard him stomping towards her. The heavy sound of the hammer being cocked on the gun made her brain stand to attention.

“Tell me where he is, bitch! TELL ME!” He roared at her, and she tensed because if he was shaking as bad as he sounded like he was he might pull the trigger on accident – and she definitely did not want to get shot. Again. Once was enough in her lifetime.

But it’s not like telling him would save her life, he’d probably still shoot her, and if he didn’t? The man they were looking for definitely would.

Only he would make her beg for death first.

Camille kept her jaw shut tight, digging her nails into her palms as the man’s harsh breaths filled the space around her. He could at least take the fucking hood off. All his loud breathing was just reminding her of how little air she had under the dark cloth.

“You don’t have a lot more time. You can either tell us where he is now, or you’ll tell us later, but I promise – you’ll tell us one way or another.” The guy switched tactics, leaning in close until she felt the weight of his gun hand pressing on her thigh, the outline of the weapon digging into her skin through her tights. His other hand trailed up the form-fitting top she wore until his hand cupped her breast and squeezed.

She’d been waiting for this tactic. If hitting her and threatening her life didn’t work, threatening her sexually was always next. This definitely wasn’t new in the circles she ran in. They just always made the same mistake – they assumed she was weak.

His voice was a notch lower as he leaned close to her face, “Sure you don’t want to tell me?”

Camille grinned and spoke softly, “No.” Then she brought her head forward hard and based on the crunch and the sudden scream, she was pretty sure she’d just broken his nose.

“FUCK!” He roared, and she braced herself just before he backhanded her hard. The pain was a sudden burst in her cheek and her ears rang with the force of it, but she made herself sit back up.

If only she could see the shocked expression on his face, the bloody nose. That would be a nice interlude to their interrogation. He’d had her in the chair for over an hour conscious, probably much longer than that before she woke up, and no matter how many threats, promises, or hits – she still hadn’t answered him.

She was a professional, after all. No matter who she worked for.

Exciting start, huh? Well, our leading man will arrive soon so make sure to come back for the Saturday Spankings blog hop to see what he’s like! I’ll also be revealing the cover soon! In the mean time keep reading through the blog hop for more fun, sexy snippets from other authors!