Authors Note and WARNING: Monster is a work of fiction intended for adult readers above 18. It contains dark and sensitive subject matter that may make readers uncomfortable. Contains explicit language and descriptions of sexual situations.
Blurb! Jack
I F**K.
That’s all I do, all I’m good for.
People pay thousands just to have a taste of me.
It’s the only life I’ve ever known.
… until her.
River
I work. That’s all I do, it’s my safe zone. I get paid well because I’m good at my job. It’s the only place I feel in control. … until him.
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Syrina’s ✩✩✩✩✩ Review!
Beautiful Dark Souls: BBF’s/BGF’s
Jack was simply amazing, the brightest true hero I have ever read about, never ever strayed from his path to serve, protect, and love his brother for years. My heart bleed and shriveled up to nothing for the injustice and betrayal this man received. To see him rise above in all his glory to fight back, find himself, and seek revenge in the most satisfying way left me absolutely captivated.
The impact River, the true heroine in this tale, tries and succeeds in bringing awareness for the atrocious acts of human abuse in the slave trade. This opens our eyes and it will forever haunt us all and maybe, just maybe heal a few souls and cause a ripple effect to help put monsters forever to rest in purgatory.
Mind Benders/Twists
I adored this wonderful story packed full of emotion. A tale of self discovery, redemption, and vengeance! I swear 2 pages in and I have filthy fat tears plopping all over, just emotional overload, everything from laughter to pure horror.
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Sade and Mercy’s journey takes a dark turn in No Mercy A Darker Continuation.
Some nightmares last only minutes. Sometimes those minutes can last a lifetime.
Dark lusts and self-loathing become a merciless dance Sade can’t escape. Surviving one night of horror leads him to a ledge he’s never been, where terror mixes with his sadism and masochism for a whole new monster with No Mercy.
Excerpt
Sade climbed through the window and dropped to the ground right as thunder rumbled louder. The smell of rain thickened the air as Sade grabbed Mercy’s hand and raced to the front of the house.
They made it to the vehicle and climbed in. Oh fuck, no keys. Ten feet in front of them sat a black antique hearse. “Lock your fucking door,” Sade ordered, searching beneath the seat for a weapon.
“Oh my God, he’s coming, he’s coming!” Mercy shrilled.
Sade eyed the sad clown face hurrying toward the truck as he opened the glove box. Mercy screamed as the maniac banged on the driver window.
“Son!” he bellowed, yanking off his mask and glaring at Sade. The blue eyes were nearly brilliant in the darkness. “How could you?” Agonizing betrayal twisted his face before he turned and paced next to the truck, holding his head.
Sade jumped at feeling something buzz under his ass. His fucking phone!
“I trusted you, son,” Abraham muttered.
“Look for a weapon, anything!” Sade wrestled the phone out of his pocket.
“I don’t understand…” Abraham looked up and searched the sky. “I thought you said I was getting a disciple? Have I not earned that?”
Sade’s heart stopped when he looked at the phone. Zero battery.
Fists hit Sade’s window shaking the truck making Mercy shriek. “I’m not happy about this, son!” he growled, heaving. “I’m very upset! Really upset!”
“Call the police! Call the police!” Mercy screamed.
Sade looked at the text blaring on the screen. LEAVE NOW!!! ABRAHAM IS COMING! HE’S CLINICALLY INSANE! Sade’s fingers trembled over the keypad, hitting 911.
“Where’s he going?” Mercy gasped. “He’s leaving, he’s going to his car. What’s he doing? Oh my God!”
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“We’re stranded at–”
“623 Fallen Lane Prairie City!” Mercy screamed. “Oh God, he’s got a gun!”
“623 Fallen Lane, Prairie City! There’s a psycho with a gun!”
“You’re breaking up. Are you in town? What town are you near?”
Abraham stalked back to the truck and stopped in front aiming the shotgun at them. Sade shoved Mercy on the seat, covering her. A jolting boom rocked the fucking truck when he fired. “Fuck!” Sade gasped, finally glancing up to find Abraham stalking to the rear of the vehicle. Sade ducked as the back glass exploded. He put the phone to his mouth and screamed, “623 Fallen Lane!” He fought to cover more of Mercy. “Can you fucking hear me!?”
Mercy screamed and covered her head as her window shattered next. Sade looked at the phone. God,
fuck no! Dead!
Two more shots took out the windshield. Then Sade’s window blasted into the vehicle, pieces hitting them.
“Goddamn!” Abraham muttered.
Sade shot his head up to see the animal storming back to his car. Sade opened his door and dragged Mercy out. “Don’t look back!” he gasped, running with her down the driveway. “To the highway!”
The sound of a vehicle door slammed and a low engine growled. Light beams soon bounced behind them with the demonic rumble of the engine screaming toward them.
They wouldn’t make it, they wouldn’t fucking make it. Sade remembered the boathouse. “This way!” He shot into the woods and headed in a diagonal direction back, making sure Mercy stayed on his heels. There had to be something there he could kill him with. He’d use his bare hands as a last option. Fucking that up and risking Mercy wasn’t a gamble he could take.
Hello, Lucian here. I’m a husband, author, and Christian who loves writing tales—paranormal erotic romance, contemporary erotic romance, fantasy romance and dark erotica– about men who honor, cherish, and protect the women they love. Also stories that are real enough to form a sort of how-to bridge for the readers, teaching them “how to” add heat and passion to their marriages and relationships; teach them how to build life-long commitments–like I have with my own beautiful wife–and build strong families; all of which serve as a healthy foundation in society.
I think there are many men like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. A map for women as well, to teach them how to bring out the strength that exists within the men they call boyfriend or husband. Teach them how to dance out their fairytale romance in a world that isn’t kind to the happily ever afters we all hope to achieve.
You know, when I was younger, I submitted to my inner reckless and tireless desires, but when I gave myself to God and conformed my will to His, the transformation made me into what I am today. A man that believes and endorses Forever Love. Something we could stand a lot more of in our times, don’t you think?
He can have any woman he wants and they will do anything to be with him. He uses and abuses them like drugs and tosses them out with the trash. The only thing he gives a f*ck about is his music. That is, until Ella Lighten walks into his life and stumbles upon one of his darkest secrets. In the midst of doing damage control, he begins to obsess over the mysterious woman who wants absolutely nothing to do with him. Rellik won’t take no for an answer.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the White Trash Trilogy, The Note, Perfect Lie, Pretty Little Things, Honor series and Safe Word.
Biography
I was a Russian spy at the ripe age of thirteen, given my uncanny ability to tell if someone was lying ( I also read fortunes on the weekends). By sixteen I had become too much of a handful for the Lethal Intelligence Ensemble (L.I.E.). I was quickly exiled to the south of France where I worked with wayward elephants in the Circus of Roaming Animals and People (C.R.A.P.). I was able to make ends …meet by selling my organs on the black market for pocket change and beer money. At the age of twenty three I decided to expand my horizons and become a blackjack dealer in Ireland. I loved the family atmosphere at Barney’s Underground Liquor Lounge (B.U.L.L.). People couldn’t resist the allure of Liquor up front and poker in the rear. Eventually I became tired of the rear and headed off to the United States to try my hand at tall tales. That is what brings us here today. If you have a moment I’d like to tell you a story.
(This bio is not to be taken seriously under any circumstance.)Teresa Mummert is an army wife and mother whose passion in life is writing. She is the author of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling novels White Trash Beautiful and Suicide Note. Born in Pennsylvania, she lived a small town life before following her husband’s military career to Louisiana and Georgia. Check out her website for samples and updates! TeresaMummert.com
If you’re looking for a dark romance with plenty of twisty turns, look no further for you have just been transported into the fantastic dark realm of a mind-bending thriller. This Author knows how to dial up the drama-meter and create a scrumptious “killer” BBF! This thrilling tale had everything I wanted a needed in a tale chalked full of lust, real-life drama, betrayal, revenge, two lost, troubled loveable souls and dirty deeds avenged tenfold!
5 thump-thud hearts –damaged couples finding love
These two characters were such dark tortured souls, one could not help but feel their heart bleed for the both of them. The atrocious acts committed upon Ella had me literally consumed with hatred for the vile lunatic crippling her emotionally and physically. Ryder reigned supreme as a luscious hero, his past consumed his thoughts and held him back from moving forward to a promising future full of talent and a heart full of love forever searching for someone to give it to.
5 carnal lips – hot and spicy scenes
Holy smoking stars above this Author creates sexy scenes that leave your lips chapped and your bum wiggling around seeking for some sorta relief! The chemistry between this book hero and heroine is nearly instantaneous and absolutely believable as they both try to hold back secrets, their bodies both betray them in the end.
5 tears – emotional drama
The story has such a emotional impact on ones psyche that you had better be ready for some real life outrage to abusers everywhere for these crimes will not go on without some sort of punishment! Someone, somewhere is coming for you. Thank You Teresa Mummert for bringing awareness to these evil deeds and doers out there!
I’m emotionally spent, my mind is completely bent, and my soul has a dent for Mr. Bently! I love him, truly, madly deeply!
Whoever said money couldn’t buy happiness has never starved a day in their lives.
My name is Aria Valencia, a third year classical music student at the university, and I was down to my last dollar. Some nights, I seriously considered working at the rippers just to make ends meet, but the thought of my dad’s spirit–God rest his soul–scowling at me while I danced up on some drooling degenerate was enough to turn me off the idea completely. And then one night, chance came knocking on my door under the guise of the Midnight Society, a secret cabal comprised of the most wealthy and influential souls this side of the Universe. Their leader was a man named Shadow, who was equally enigmatic as he was gorgeous and, for some mystifying reason, had his dark brooding eyes focused on me. Seduced by the promises of fame and fortune in exchange for a seemingly innocent request, I soon found myself drawn into a provocative world filled with both vast riches and unending lies and it didn’t take long for me to realize what being a part of the Midnight Society actually entailed: shiny things, sensual romance, and dead bodies. Being with Shadow came with a terrible price, one that I wasn’t willing to pay. There’s a dark side to every love story, and this one was mine.
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1 autographed copy of Semblance, as well as 5 autograph bookmarks
“A richly nuanced — and smolderingly clever — book about letting love shine in places where the past feels bigger than it needs to be. The cast of side characters range from quirky to mysterious, lending tremendous authenticity and depth to a romantic story that is so much more. A one-click must read!” Julia Kent, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author.
“A heartbreaking tale of letting go and learning to love again. A jaw-dropping debut novel you have to read.” – Helena Newbury, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author.
Synopsis
How do you start over when you gave everything to one life, one plan, and lost it all?
Althea refuses to allow herself to love again. Imprisoned in grief at twenty-four after her husband’s sudden death, she’s convinced her heart died along with him. She spends her days honoring his memory by clinging to the legal career he helped her to build and to the remaining pieces linking them together.
Griffen’s been running from his past. Despite success as an author and investigative journalist, he’s been traveling through life on autopilot. For a decade, he’s chosen perilous adventures and meaningless sex over the danger of any attachments. When he finally returns home to Pittsburgh, he’s slammed by the awakened memories and regret he’s spent years trying to escape.
A chance encounter brings them together. Their instant desire for each other – and the bond they discover between them – shocks them both. Despite her best efforts, Althea can’t resist Griffen’s charm or his intriguing proposition – if she agrees to a no-strings affair with him for the two weeks he’s in town, he swears he’ll walk away when their time is up. Assured she can test the waters of a new life while keeping her vow never to betray her husband’s memory by opening her heart to another, Althea throws herself into the escape Griffen provides her.
Their perfect plans go awry when the intensity of their connection overwhelms them. Will they risk it all on the chance of something great together…or will the power of their secrets and guilt tear them apart?
Griffen stroked her cheek and Althea thought how truly sorry she was to have woken him, especially because what she didn’t tell him was that tonight it wasn’t her deceased husband Jack’s face in her nightmare that turned to dust and disappeared. It was Griffen’s.
“Althea…” Griffen whispered.
“Shh. No,” she said softly as she reached up and caressed his face gently in return. “Will you just…will you please make love to me, Griffen?”
“Anytime, gorgeous.”
But it won’t be anytime anymore, Althea thought. He will turn to dust and I will be all alone. Again.
And she knew it had to be that way, because this emptiness in her heart was the penance she would always have to pay for failing Jack.
Griffen led her to the bed and they made love. It was the most tender and gentle experience of their time together. Griffen touched her everywhere, stroked her hair, kissed her face and soothed away each tear. He ran his lips down her chest and she gasped as he sucked her nipple into his mouth reverently. He somehow managed to put on a condom despite touching every part of her constantly and slid gently inside of her. She was grateful because she didn’t want any lead-in this time. She just needed him inside her, while her hands were full of his hair and his warm, giving flesh. She moaned and lifted his head from her breast to look at him.
“Baby,” he said, kissing her eyelids and finally claiming her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his, even curling her feet around his calves, desperately trying to make every inch of her body touch his.
She was so preoccupied with how full and complete she felt that her climax surprised her. This had not been about an orgasm, it was about closeness and human contact. Running off the demons of loss and fear, if only for a moment.
But Griffen didn’t know how to leave her unsatisfied. He couldn’t touch her without making her body go off like a sparkler in the backyard on the fourth of July, and even now, with his gentle lovemaking, it was no different. He groaned in her ear and came right along with her, spurring more spasms and electric shocks through her body.
“Oh Griffen, yes, Griffen,” she responded.
He leaned up and looked into her eyes, brushing her hair back from her face. His face looked so tormented.
“Oh Althea,” he said sadly over and over again, almost like a prayer, until he rolled over and held her until she finally fell into a blessedly dreamless sleep.
Excerpt #2
Althea leaned back and forced a smile and laugh as she looked around. Her brazen pretense was tossing kerosene on Griffen’s fiery emotions.
With each nervous dart of her eyes, Griffen’s heart pounded with more anger. He leaned closer and whispered hotly in her ear, “Is that better? Am I making you uncomfortable? God forbid someone thinks you aren’t a perfect widow pining away alone after all these years. That you’re still living an adult life,” he growled. “Maybe I should ignore your rules and touch you anyway. I know you like it when I do.”
“Stop it, please.” She breathed slowly, calming herself. “We can touch. Just not here.”
“Fine. I get it.” Griffen couldn’t stop how angry he felt.
The irony wasn’t lost on him. Most women he’d been with begged him to be serious with them and tell the world they were together. That had never appealed to him, until now. Yet here was this beautiful, desirable woman that he wanted to express affection to and she couldn’t bear to let anyone know they were together. He hadn’t even realized how furious it made him until he found his heart was racing and he was feeling hot with anger.
Althea must’ve sensed it because she leaned over and whispered, “No. You don’t get it, and you shouldn’t have to. This is my thing. My issue.” She looked around to see if anyone was staring at them and looked into his eyes. “I do want to touch you. I want you to touch me.” She swallowed and lowered her voice even more. “Very much.”
“Fine,” he gritted out. When he looked down at her, with her eyes turned up so full of concern while her lips parted and she panted just a little from the desire that coursed through them every time they were near each other, his heart pounded for a different reason. “I need to touch you, too…everywhere.”
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
Author Bio
Chloe is a contemporary romance novelist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her husband and their sweet puppy. Chloe has always loved writing and cherishes the opportunity to craft her fictional novels and share them with the world.
When Chloe isn’t writing, she spends her time exploring Pittsburgh with her husband and friends. She also enjoys yoga, jogging, and all Pittsburgh sports. She is an avid reader and wrote her debut novel Three Rivers in her spare time. She loves to research every last detail relating to her books. For example, in an effort to bring authenticity to Three River’s treatment of grief and loss, she consulted with a psychologist and grief counselor during its preparation.
4 out of 5 read-ologists recommend this WordPress.com site. ups and downs of writer's insanity and day to day life. I will write whatever makes the voices happy, for a writer that ignores her inner voices is merely a mental breakdown waiting to happen. Keeping the voices happy and creating new worlds for them to play in is my main goal.
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I adored this wonderful story packed full of emotion. A tale of self discovery, redemption, and vengeance! I swear 2 pages in and I have filthy fat tears plopping all over, just emotional overload, everything from laughter to pure horror.
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