But TODAY is special for more reasons than just one. My latest Rebel Ink Press release, AMY OBEYS II, is now available at KINDLE, NOOK, ARe, and anywhere else ebooks are sold. If you like a little erotica with your horror, or vice versa, you will love this book. It has werewolves, revenge, bloody murder, and of course plenty of sex. I'll be posting an excerpt after my FREE flash, just to whet your appetite.
So here is the picture, and the 100 words follow:
Jen thought it was a game, but I was
deathly serious. She regarded me with those cocky eyes, defiantly showing me
the handcuffs around her wrists.
“Off.” It was a command.
I moved to her side, quicker than her
eyes could follow. The cane sang through the air, striking her naked rump with
a CRACK. Jen screamed, a sudden light
blooming in her eyes as she realized how serious I was. She would learn, just
as all the others had before her.
“You get it now?”
“Yes,” She wept. “I’ll buy your books, I
swear!”
“All of them?” CRACK!
“YES!”
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And now, without further adoooo...I am going to share an excerpt of my latest book, AMY OBEYS II
Amy got off her knees and eased onto the
plush leather seat of the limousine. The large car swayed hypnotically as they
sped through the desolate roads of some nondescript European town. Barren trees
and unremarkable buildings passed by in a blur. The briny taste of the Master’s
orgasm was fresh on her tongue, her full lips pulled back into a satisfied
smile as she looked into his deep blue eyes. Remarkably, it didn’t seem as if
the man had aged a day since Amy had seen him last,
“Are you happy to have me back?” She
pulled his zipper up and turned in her seat to get a better look at him. Even
after all these years she was still scared of him in the most erotic way
possible.
“Ya,” His heavy German accent painted
the word. “You are very good at being bad Amy. You always have been. It is why
you are so special to me.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder and
closed her eyes, fighting the tears as her smile faded away to nothingness. She
was certainly very bad, using and killing the one man who had ever truly loved
her, just so she could deliver herself back to the Master.
Now that Amy was a werewolf she had no
reason to fear this man, and yet she couldn’t help it. One look from those icy
blue eyes and she was locked in place, terrified at what he would do, and
excited by the prospect. His control over her was absolute and Amy knew that
there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.
The limousine bounced over some
obstacle, the suspension lifting her weightless for a brief second. Her stomach
drifted upwards and then slammed back in place, and Amy was reminded of the way
Chris made her feel. Never before had she ever met someone like him. He was
handsome and kind, caring in the most intense way. From the moment they had met
Chris was willing to do anything for her, and in several instances he had.
She made a concerted effort to stop
thinking about him. Chris was dead now, his corpse rotting in the sun next to a
lake deep in the woods. She would never again see his smile or the dangerous
look in his black eyes. She would never feel his hands on her skin or the
thrust of his cock. She knew he was dead because she had punched her hand
through his chest and pulled his beating heart out.
It was dangerous to think of anything
but the Master when she was with him and Amy knew this. She struggled to
control her thoughts and feelings, pushing them down somewhere dark where they
would die and rot just like…
No. No more time or energy would be
wasted on the dead. She was here, where she always knew she would return. She
was with Him, and it was what she wanted.
It was what she was told to do, and Amy
always obeyed.
“When we get back home,” The Master
didn’t look at her when he spoke, his cold eyes trained ever forward. “I want
you to take a very long, hot bath. Scrub yourself raw. I want to see shinning
new skin when I inspect you.” His voice was detached, something Amy was used
to. The only time he showed her attention was when he wanted to hurt her, fuck
her, or both. The rest of the time she was disposable. It hurt her and turned
her on at the same time.
“Yes, Master.” Amy leaned up and kissed
his cheek, then returned her head to his shoulder. The rest of the car ride was
filled with a black silence, the kind that encompassed everything and left you
feeling short of breath.
After driving for over an hour the limo
made an exaggerated turn and headed down a long, winding drive that led to a
mansion. Elegant topiaries stood sentinel along the concrete path, each of them
molded to resemble a wolf.
“You see what I have done for you?” The
Master gestured out the window. “This is the house of Wolf now, and you are the
new symbol of my strength.” He grabbed her face and squeezed agonizingly,
savoring the look of pain in her face as he bit her lower lip. “You will make me
a new fortune, ya?”
“I’ll do whatever you ask.” She tried to
smile, but the bite on her lip hurt and she couldn’t force it.
“Yes. You will.” He laughed a little as
the driver brought the car to a stop. A few seconds later a large man with
short blonde hair and a shinning chrome pistol opened the door. The Master
exited the car, leaving Amy to follow after him.
