eXcessively pleasurable fiction
from the sweet to the forbidden
eXcessica
romance
paranormal
mystery
Length: Novel
Heat Level: eXcess 3
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Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex, violence, and elements of horror.
Dare has always been the hothead in the pair – her twin, Darry, he was the calm, cool and collected one. But now Darry is dead, found murdered in their local cemetery, and Dare, on forced leave from her job as a Chicago police detective, goes back to her childhood home to attend the funeral.
It becomes quickly apparent to Dare that the local authorities aren’t being straight with her, or anyone else, about what’s been going on in the little Midwestern town she grew up in. The detective in her kicks in and she decides to find out what—or who—has killed her brother, so she moves in temporarily with her father and stepmother, takes a job in a local bar, and starts asking questions.
Her focus soon fixes on Shane, her brother’s best friend—the town bad boy and bad seed. The tension between the two of them has always been palpable, and nothing has changed. Sparks fly as they collide, and while Dare finds herself sinking in deeper with Shane, the mystery of what happened to her brother—and an ever growing list of victims—grows even stranger.
Dare finds her past haunting her everywhere she goes as she continues to dig deeper into the circumstances of her brother’s death, and her future looms large as her fate as a police detective is about to be determined back in Chicago. With everything coming to a head, she focuses on one thing: What happened the night her brother was killed in the cemetery? She’s sure Shane knows… something… and she’s determined to find out what it is, one way or another.
EXCERPT:
Chris was standing back, away from Shane while he lined up a shot. Dare watched him for a moment, unnoticed. The muscles in his arms showed beneath the sleeves of his black t-shirt. He was concentrating, the cue stick steady as he leaned over the table, carefully calculating, although it was obviously an easy shot.
Dare grinned. “Hey guys!” She clapped Shane on the back. The motion sent him forward, making the cue stick hit the ball. It rolled about four inches—and stopped.
“Aww.” Dare blinked innocently. “You would have made that, too.”
Shane turned to face her, smiling, but his eyes were cold and dark. She actually took a step back. Chris did as well, wide-eyed.
“I’m going to kill you.” In that moment, as he advanced, she knew he was serious, and Dare felt all of the life drain out of her body. He grabbed her arm roughly, jerking her toward him.
“Shane,” her choked voice barely above a whisper. “I was only—”
He pulled her tightly up against him and she winced, closing her eyes. He’s really going to kill me, she thought, panicked.
And then he kissed her, his mouth slanting harshly across hers. She opened her eyes wide and gasped in surprise; it was all the opening he needed and his tongue touched hers.
His hold tightened, his hands moving down her uniform and then up the backs of her thighs. She relaxed against him for a moment, stunned, and his mouth grew soft and more gentle but insistent, his hands wandering upwards. She was giving into his hands, responding, and she pushed him away to stop herself. She still couldn’t break free from the tight circle of his arms.
“Let me go.” She was unable to keep her voice steady, her eyes narrowing. Surprisingly, he did.
“You’re a tease.”
“You’re not worth my time.” She moved away, trying not to visibly tremble.
He laughed softly, never taking his eyes from her. Chris watched them open-mouthed, but he wasn’t their only audience. Jim watched them, leaning against the juke, and Sam’s eyes were glued to the scene as he leaned on his broom.
“Try me.” The dark look in his eyes caught her breath and held it. He stepped in front of her, tilting her slightly quivering chin up with one finger.
“Tell you what,” he said. “If you want to pick up where we left off, meet me at the Cat Path tomorrow at nine. I know it’s your day off. What do you say?”
She hesitated, looking at him, hating him and herself. She regained her voice by swallowing past something lodged in her throat. She narrowed her eyes at him, jerking away.
“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I meet you anywhere,” she snapped.
His soft laughter followed her as she turned and walked away.
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