Bianca has shared with me an excerpt from her newly released novel, Deadly Captive. From what I've heard, this story will knock your socks off (along with other *ahem* things). Enjoy!
Lydia awakes, bound and blind, to the whispered urgings of a man who has his hands on her. His words confuse her at first, but she soon understands they are both in the middle of a performance that will determine whether she remains in captivity or dies. The crowd must be entertained, and her cellmate makes sure it is.
Forced submission is not the only horror Lydia endures. She has no memories of life before her imprisonment, and Joe, her cellmate, is her only comfort as the powerful creatures that hold them captive torture and debase her. Together, she and Joe cling to the will to survive long enough to break free and seek revenge. Their desire to sustain one another triumphs over their wardens' efforts to destroy them. There is no pain, no suffering, that can tear them apart.
Beyond their cell, their love is tested. Can they hold strong in the face of the challenge of the new powers they have gained along with their freedom?
He eased his grip on my hair. "Neither of us signed up for any of this, Lydia. I wanted to make sure I could trust my cell mate."
"Of all the . . . ." I shook my head. "Please, I need to know. Some kind of morbid curiosity, I guess. Why in the world would I fake memory loss? What purpose would it serve?"
With a shrug, he rested his arm on my shoulder, still loosely holding my hair. "It would be a clever sympathy card."
Damn it, he's right. I felt the tension ease from my body, no longer feeling very combative. "How do you know I'm not faking it? If I was, it would be pretty stupid to acknowledge my name."
"No. Actually, it wouldn't have proven much. It might have made me suspicious, more than I already was. It would be strange that you'd remember your name, but not your own face. I was hoping your reaction would be revealing." He closed his eyes and dropped his head. "It was, but not in the way I'd hoped. The loss is worse than I thought. There wasn't even a glimmer of recognition."
Grazing my teeth back and forth along my bottom lip, I glared at his chest. "It could be an act."
Fingers under my chin, he tilted my head up. "No, Lydia. You couldn't have faked the fear I saw. You thought it was one of them."
I jerked away from him and clenched my fists at my sides. "I'm not afraid of them."
"Yes, you are. You're not a stupid woman, Lydia."
The way he said my name sent a chill down my spine. I dug my nails into my palms.
He frowned. "Stop what?"
"Saying my name like that."
With a wicked smile, he hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans and rocked on his heels. "Lydia."
I swung my fist at his face. He knocked it aside and caught my wrist when I tried again.
"Lydia." He backed me into the table. My hip knocked the empty plate and it clattered on the floor. Sitting me on the edge of the table, he trapped my face between his hands. My breath caught, and I pressed my eyes shut, expecting him to slam his mouth on mine. It could hurt; my lips were still sore.
His tongue gently traced the crease of my lips. He combed his fingers into my hair and tugged until I tipped my head back. Then, he kissed me so tenderly I opened my eyes and stared at him.
He kissed the tip of my nose. "Why do you look so surprised?"
Why? I licked my bottom lip and tasted the saltiness of his sweat. Delicious. My eyes dropped to the moisture beaded on his chest. I leaned forward. He tightened his grip.
I groaned. "I thought you'd be rough."
"You keep looking at me like that, and I will be."
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Thanks for stopping by! Be sure to come back tomorrow for a fun post on why I no longer give new TV series chances... Anyone remember that awesome show Firefly? Yeah, sigh, me too...