Sometimes poems are told in sight and sound
The Arrangement
Due out 27th August on all e-book platforms
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top thinking, just feel…
Nell Harper’s got her life all figured out – build a successful law career, find Mr. Right, have 2.3 kids and a white picket fence. Everything is going to plan until a handsome stranger stops her from accidentally stepping in front of a speeding car.
Vincent Mason, rising politician, not only rescues Nell from death but saves her from a safe predictable life as he introduces her to the dark pleasures of domination and submission. What starts as a six month arrangement of sexual liberation turns into a deep emotional exploration and Nell soon finds herself letting go preconceived ideas of love and lust.
But can Nell trust Vincent enough to be openly vulnerable and truly surrender? And can she trust herself enough to listen to what her heart truly wants?
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Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.
Here is an unedited peek from Bought…
“Well what do we have here?”
The voice cracked like a whip and the kicking to his ribs immediately stopped.
Jerricho’s body screamed as he rolled on the floor and squinted at the door. Figures made hazy by the sunlight streaming in behind them. Or his eyes.
“Who the fuck are you?” Dado barked.
“The neighbourhood watch.”
He knew that voice but his brain was fuzzy. The dark shapes drifted closer, faces emerging out of the shadows.
“This is none of your business, man. Walk away.”
Killian shrugged. “My neighbourhood.” He glanced around the empty warehouse, his gaze travelling over the dead girl. “My business.”
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#8sunday #SEXYSNIPPETS
Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.
Here is an unedited peek from Bought…
Jerricho grabbed her hair, pulling her down to rest on her elbows at the edge of the table, he thrust deep into her mouth.
Her world became his cock.
Like sinking into the deep, everything else ceased to exist.
Eyes closed, there was only the hum of his satisfaction as he slid down her throat with a slow deliberate stroke. The unyielding velvet of him filling her. His taste and smell permeating her being.
Nothing else mattered.
Not even breath.
Sounds of silence
There are songs that build a book soundtrack for me. This haunting cover by Nouela of an already much loved song loops in my head as I write my current work-in-progress Bought…
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#8sunday #SEXYSNIPPETS
Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.
Here is an unedited peek from Bought…
Killian reached for her and this time she didn’t bother resisting as he pulled her into his chest. He wrapped her up in his arms and placed his lips close to her ear. “I hear Lana’s back from Europe, why don’t you take her out to lunch?”
“I don’t want a friend.”
He sank his fingers into her hair at the back of her neck, grasping it tightly into a fist as if he couldn’t hold her close enough. “Call Lana. Please baby, for me.”
Hot anger flared at the futility of the conversation. Scarlet struggled against him but it only made Killian hug her tighter.
“You know what it feels like when you fight me, Scar?”
His voice was so soft, she stilled as she shook her head.
“It feels like you’ve lost all faith in me.”
Damn him.
Damn him for deliberately trying to steal her anger.
And damn him for his stupid code of honour that would prove him to be a man of his word while destroying them in the process.
“No. No…you’ve got it wrong. I’ve never lost faith in you. It’s you…” The anger choked on her tears. “You’ve lost your faith in that.”
Nicolette Hugo 