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Abducted. Imprisoned. Tormented.
Taking her was easy. Lianna was her daddy’s spoiled little princess. A beautiful, well-educated heir to her father’s corrupt empire — making her the perfect bait to bring daddy to his knees.
Vengeance. Lies. Destruction.
Forcing her to suffer and submit was thrilling… but breaking the princess was supposed to get David his revenge. Instead she’s betrayed and abandoned as the plans he set in motion tear her world apart.
Revelations. Addiction. Danger.
The truth can hurt, but in Lianna’s case it burned her entire life to the ground and left her kneeling at his feet. David isn’t a good man, but as vicious as he can be… he’s not the only monster at her door.
She’s still heir to a family name drenched in blood, and they’re not going to let her go without a fight, but David won’t let them take anything else from him, and he’s claimed Lianna body and soul.
This boxset includes all 3 books from the Anathema series (Noxious, Mephitic, and Viperous) as well as a BRAND NEW short story called ‘Remnants!’ If you’ve ever wondered what would have happened if the couple from Natural Born Killers had a kid, and then that kid grew up and went on a murderous road trip in search of his dad… then you’re probably going to love this insane, filthy ride through the dark and twisted minds of me and Yolanda! Check out the blurb below, add it on GR, and then pre-order your copy before we drop this beast on September 19th!
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He never knew I existed. And he sure as hell didn’t care when I showed up on his doorstep, either.
I only did it on a dare. But I guess the hope was there that he’d see me and maybe want to be in my life.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
He hates me with the fire of a thousand suns even though he doesn’t know me. Maybe that’s just his personality, however, he’ll soon find out that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Let’s do this.
Life was perfectly fine until some punk knocked on my front door.
He says he’s my kid and I’m assuming that meant I was supposed to fall to my knees and worship at his altar. My knees hit the dirt for no one—not even the alleged fruit of my loins.
Besides, I’ve had someone else on my mind for a while.
Not that I’ve been able to avoid it. Ichabod mumbles about her in his sleep. Maybe the kid wants to meet his auntie… maybe I can finally get some well-deserved revenge.
I can play faux daddy for a little while.
There’s a bigger prize at the end of this rainbow. You can run, little girl, but you’ll never be able to hide.
He looks just like him. It’s uncanny and terrifying all at once because I’m afraid that he acts like him too.
Lakyn has to learn a lesson, and this was the only thing I was able to come up with to get him to understand that the world doesn’t revolve around him. That he should care about anyone that cares about him.
I can’t help that I still love him. Twenty years later and it’s only gotten stronger while my resolve has gotten weaker.
I wish Bea was here. She always knew how to handle him.
I’m going to force Lakyn to make me a promise since he never goes back on his word. And maybe, in the end, the three of us will be together again.
Ready to raise hell.
Please Update Your Copy of Alpha’s Trust! I had a small surprise surgery before I finished Alpha’s Trust on my Cassandra Faye pen name and was still on pain meds when it came time to upload the book. Apparently, I uploaded the ARC version which did not include Mordek’s chapter (ch. 6) or the sneak peek of Alpha’s Secret. I am so sorry! The updated version is now LIVE and Amazon is reaching out to everyone via email who purchased the book to allow them to update their version. Please get the new one, and I hope you enjoy what you missed out on before!
She felt like she was underwater. Floating in emptiness, with no ground to stretch her toes out for, and no air to swim toward.
It was endless… but not in a peaceful way. Someone had told her once that drowning was peaceful, that the brain gave a sense of euphoria as the lungs filled up with water, but Beth had never felt anything like that.
No calm. No peace.
Just a flickering memory of panic, and an absolute fear of the surface.
Survival was supposed to be an instinct, and she knew she should want to reach the surface. To breathe air again, to stop suffocating in the dark… but all she ever did was dive deeper. The deeper she went, the easier it was to block out the flickering glimpses of the things happening above. All the sounds, the textures, the sensations. The things that were so much worse than drowning.
But it got exhausting to stay down when her body wanted to be buoyant, wanted air, wanted freedom. A constant fight, a battle for depth whenever the water got rough and the waves turned the distant surface into chaos.
It was happening again.
That steady rise to the surface that brought back the panic, heart pounding in her ears as she became aware of the world outside the water. She wanted to dive down, to hide from the pull, but she was so fucking tired — and then there were the voices.
Muffled, blurred by the water for a while… until she got closer. As the light grew brighter, and she started to feel, she could hear them. Too many.
His voice always stood out the strongest, even though it was always calm. Cold and calm. Just like the water farther down, where she was safer… but she wasn’t safe up here.
Surfacing was always bad. Always.
If she reacted, if she made a sound, then they’d know she could. Then the storm on the surface would just get worse, it would be harder to swim down with the water too rough. Harder to hide.
Despite her best efforts to avoid it, the light got stronger, the world coming toward her, and she clenched her teeth tight to stay silent, to avoid the urge to scream or fight.
And then she broke the surface, instinctively pulling at the cable around her wrist, tethering her to the bed — but it was better to be connected to the bed. Out of the bed was always worse. Out of the bed meant there might be someone new, somewhere new, which always meant pain.
Although the surface was always painful, and she did her best to brace for it as her mind joined her body, as her eyes focused on the light and she felt the texture of sheets against her back and thick plastic around her wrist and – Curtains. Pale purple. A poster of a boy band.
She was home.
She kept forgetting that she was home, that she didn’t have to stay under anymore, didn’t have to fight the surface or feel the panic. Of course, knowing it didn’t keep her heart from racing, or her nails from digging into her palms as she pulled at the zip-tie around her wrist.