she obeys theirs.
virtuous or young before their time. When it comes to dirtbags…
that’s another story. Whether they’re ready or not, she has them
on her radar for extermination. Rogue reaping suits her just fine.
with keeping order in the para world, she’s set for reeducation in
their lair. Their goal? To ensure her obedience to their commands
while making her submissive to their carnal needs.
break her, ever. Bring on the interrogations, indoctrination,
and BDSM, the more hardcore the better.
adults only. It contains elements of danger, suspense, adventure,
power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please
do not purchase.
Breathless, she slipped into another gap separating the structures, this one longer than the earlier ones. A new path that might lead her to a place where she could hide and be—
A male form stood at one end, available light exposing him. At least six-four, he looked in his early thirties, his head shaved, physique massive.
She pivoted and shot in the other direction, the opening still clear. For how long? Didn’t matter. A primal instinct urged her forward and pressed her to look behind.
The Enforcer hadn’t budged.
That didn’t make sense unless he hadn’t seen or detected—
She bumped against the building, her elbow taking the worst. Swallowing repeatedly, she cradled the sore spot and scrambled down the pathway to the opening on the other side.
Empty. No Enforcers.
Hardly believing her good luck, she still sagged against the structure to catch her breath. If not now, she’d soon collapse.
The air stilled, the rain dangling within it rather than falling.
Inner alarms sounded. Run, run, runnnnnnn.
The guy she’d seen stood to her side, the ring in his left nostril glinting in the dreary light, his virility unquestioned. Another one, as tall and approximately the same age, blocked her on the other side, his longish hair sun-streaked and voluminous, resembling a lion’s mane, his golden eyes matching the creature’s, the power he exuded no different.
Ahead, the third one approached, his height and age identical to the other two, his hair shoulder length and pure black, the same as his neatly trimmed mustache and beard, his skin bronze, dark eyes piercing, features rough and masculine.
Her legs weakened.
Screw that. Stop it.
These three owned what human women adored, and what female reapers like her feared most. Sexual allure that enticed their captives to acquiesce no matter what they faced, whether imprisonment, annihilation, or reeducation, it being the worst.
She’d rather cease to exist than have them take away her will, and braced herself for whatever happened.
The one in front reached her and smiled.
Her stomach fluttered at the engaging and promising gesture. She ignored her response.
He tilted his head from side to side, the raindrops swinging in the same direction to avoid touching him. “Who do we have here?”
His deep voice rumbled, a mild tease lacing it rather than threats. The same game she played with those she reaped. Scaring the damn fools did zip to secure their cooperation. Tempting them proved far easier.
Except she wasn’t anyone’s victim. No matter what he or his buddies did, she’d resist.
romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional
publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times
and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic
novels were Readers’ Choice Award winners. Another three were named
finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary
romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue
Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was
created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her
titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion
competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest
(different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story
Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major
Hollywood production company in Story Direction.