They say still waters run deep.
In the little lakeside town of Midnight Cove,
still waters harbor dark secrets.
When writer Bree Blaylock rented the lakeside cottage in the small town of Midnight Cove, she didn’t count on staying in a haunted house. But she doesn’t mind sharing quarters with a restless spirit. She learned long ago that the living are always more dangerous than the dead.
She also didn’t count on falling for local lawman Jake Hanson. But life often has other ideas. Can Jake keep her safe when the past comes calling?
Read a little teaser from MIDNIGHT COVE.
Together, Bree and Jake sank into their camping chairs. “I suppose this crowd can be a little overwhelming,” Jake said quietly, “but they’re really nice. You’ll see.”
Bree sipped her wine and watched as people shared embraces like long-lost friends, chatting and laughing as they did.
The whine of outboard motors announced that another couple of boats had pulled up onto the beach. Bree recognized the cashier from the market among the new arrivals. Despite the cool fall evening, the young woman wore denim cut-offs so short, her ass cheeks hung out. In the thin white camisole she wore, her pronounced nipples attuned everyone to the fact that she was cold.
Immediately, she zeroed in on Jake. “Hey, there,” she drawled, eyes locked on his. “I’m glad you made it.”
“Hi, Darlene,” he answered, his tone friendly. Bree watched him carefully, but he didn’t seem impressed by Darlene’s obvious display. “You remember Bree from the other day.”
The woman flicked her gaze in Bree’s direction, her lips pressed together in contempt. “Oh, yeah, hi.”
“Hello.” Bree tried for friendly, but she felt her irritation rising. It was the second time she’d met this Darlene, and the second time the woman had both dismissed her and fawned all over Jake. It was sickening.
“There’s plenty of beer over there,” Jake nodded toward the collection of coolers. “Help yourself.”
“In the Publix bag, there’s everything you need for s’mores if you like,” Bree offered helpfully, smiling.
Darlene looked at Bree for a second, then returned her attention to Jake. “I believe I will have a beer. Talk to you later.”
During the exchange with Darlene, another boat had arrived. Dragging their own chairs and a cooler, a ragtag assortment of people approached the others. Bree recognized the young woman from the bookstore.
Her smile was friendly. “Hey, how are you? I’m April, from the Peacock. How’s the book?”
“Yes, I recognized you. I’m great, thanks, and I’m loving the book.”
Space around the fire was filling in, and April slid her chair into a small gap at about Bree’s three o’clock. “It’s one of her best if you ask me,” April said. “How do you know Jake?”
Eyes wide, Bree looked to her left at Jake.
“We’re neighbors,” Jake said quickly. “Bree’s a writer. She’s renting old man Meyer’s place for a couple months.”
“Wait!” April leaned forward in her chair and squinted in Bree’s direction. “You’re not Bree Blaylock, are you?”
Bree nodded. “I am, actually.”
“Holy shit!” April squeaked. “Bree Blaylock! I should have recognized you the other day. I mean, your red hair should have given it away. Holy shit! I loved your book!”
Blushing, Bree glanced over to see Jake watching her. “Wow, thanks so much. I’m really glad you liked it.”
“No, seriously, Nothing Much, are you kidding me? It was life-changing. I read it three times.”
Aware that conversation around the fire had paused as April gushed on and on, Bree felt herself blush even deeper. “That’s really nice of you to say.”
“Oh!” April popped up out of her chair, waving her hands expressively. “We should do a book signing! My bosses are always looking for ways to get more customers in the door. A signing with Bree Blaylock! That would be amazing.”
Sheepishly, the young woman looked to Bree and sank back into her seat. “If you were interested in doing it, of course.”
Bree smiled warmly. “I’d be happy to do a book signing if the owners of the store wanted to do it.”
April grinned from ear to ear. “They’d love it. I’ll ask them as soon as they come back.”
“So, Bree Blaylock, what’s it like staying in a haunted house?” The disdainful drawl came from directly across the fire ring.
“Come on, Darlene,” Jake objected softly.
Darlene dismissed him with a wave of the Budweiser in her hand. “We’ve all heard the stories. There’s a ghost in that cottage. How many summer renters have come running out of that place like a bat out of hell, never even bothering to look back?”
Determined not to let the woman get the best of her, Bree leaned back in her chair and smiled. “I’m very comfortable in Mr. Meyer’s house. It’s nice and quiet, and I’m able to get a lot of writing done.”
Eyes wide, April leaned forward. “Have you seen a ghost?”
“Oh, come on,” Jake objected. “You two can’t be serious.”
“There are stories, Jake,” Rusty commented. “Years ago, they supposedly found a dead girl out here floating near the island. They say they never caught her killer.”
“Every summer, a handful of Meyer’s renters leave before their week is up,” someone else added. “They tell some weird stories.”
“That’s what it is,” Darlene purred, narrowing her eyes at Bree. “It’s the ghost of the murdered girl, looking for revenge on the one who killed her.”
Picturing Steven, Bree tried to suppress a smile. “Again, I’m very happy at the house. And by mid-November, I’ll be finished with my book and out of your hair.”
Determined, she held Darlene’s stare until the other girl finally dropped her gaze. Keeping her outward expression neutral, inside, Bree rejoiced. You’re being ridiculous, she chided herself. You just won a staring contest with a local grocery clerk.
Still, Bree was happy when the conversation moved on to other topics.MIDNIGHT COVE by Pandora Spocks
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A few months ago, I was invited to join an anthology of fall romantic suspense novels. I jumped at the chance to write a story that has been swirling around in my brain for a while. Here’s the official blurb for MIDNIGHT COVE.
They say still waters run deep.
In the tiny lakeside town of Midnight Cove, still waters harbor dark secrets.
Writer Bree Blaylock just wants a chance to catch her breath.
Having finally escaped an abusive relationship, she’s relieved to have found a quiet place to finish writing her new book.
From the moment she arrives, she realizes that
she’s not alone in her rented cottage on the lake.
But she’s okay with that.
In her experience, the living are always more dangerous than the dead.
Meeting handsome local lawman Jake Hanson wasn’t even remotely on her radar.
Now that she has, maybe it’s time to take another chance on love.
But can he keep her safe when the past comes calling?
MIDNIGHT COVE was a chance to stretch my writing into contemporary romance with a paranormal twist. How about a teaser?
When the battered white pickup disappeared around a bend in the long gravel drive, Bree Blaylock kept her foot steady on the gas pedal of her 1975 Beetle. Mr. Meyer would wait.
After her long drive, she wanted to take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the ancient live oaks that lined the way from the highway to the house she planned to rent for the next two months.
Grey-green tendrils of Spanish moss dripped from the broad branches that arched over the gravel driveway. Though the September air was crisp, brilliant sunlight filtered through the moss-hung trees and dappled the ground in patches of gold.
Beside her on the passenger seat, Murphy whined. Bree glanced at him and smiled. “It’s okay, boy. We’re almost there.”
While for her the 8½ hour drive from Tampa to western South Carolina had seemed long, for her three-year-old yellow lab, it must have seemed interminable. Although for his first big road trip, Murphy had done remarkably well.
As the yellow VW curved around the next bend, the house came into view. It was the 1920s Craftsman-style house she’d discovered online, a charming vintage structure of pale-green clapboard, two stories high with an additional narrow attic perched in the center at the top.
The covered front porch ran beyond the width of the house to form a carport on the left side. Wide front steps led up to the porch, its arched supports perched on cream-painted columns that were wider at the bottom than they were at the top.
Ahead, Mr. Meyer had parked his truck and stood waiting for her. She pulled up beside him and opened her door. Before she could get out, Murphy scrambled across her and ran happily snuffling around the front lawn.
“This is the house,” the man said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder.
Bree nodded. “It looks exactly like it did online.” She glanced up at the front of the house. A hint of movement in the attic window caught her eye, and she frowned slightly.
“I took the pictures myself,” Mr. Meyer informed her. “My rental’s on the up and up.”
“I didn’t mean to imply that it wasn’t, I just meant that it looked familiar.” Bree flicked a glance back up to the attic, then followed the man up the front steps.
As he unlocked the heavy front door, Bree noted the beveled glass panes in the top third of the wood panels. She loved everything about the vintage home. It was exactly what she’d been looking for when she’d decided to leave Florida.
The door swung open, and Mr. Meyer preceded her inside. While Bree took in the high ceilings and dark wood trim in the living room, he launched into his tour narrative.
“You can see the parlor,” he commented over his shoulder as he continued toward the back of the house. “Back here’s the kitchen and the den. ‘Course, you’ve got lake views from any room on the back of the house.”
Mesmerized by the tranquil sight of the lake, Bree approached the bank of windows that ran along the back wall of the open-concept kitchen and den. She sighed deeply.
This. This was exactly what she needed.
He led her upstairs, showing her four bedrooms in total, two overlooking the front of the house, and two, including the master, overlooking the lake. A large bathroom featured vintage tile and an antique clawfoot bathtub. Off the master bedroom, a terrace doubled the deck downstairs off the den. A door in the hallway led up a narrow flight of stairs to a small attic that ran front to back like a spine across the top of the house.
Mr. Meyer led the way back down to the first floor. Bree couldn’t resist returning to the windows overlooking the lake.
“What was it you say you do?” he asked.
She turned and smiled softly. “I’m a writer.”
Hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, he nodded. “It’s unusual, is all, you wanting to rent the cabin this late in the year.” He nodded toward the lake. “Folks like to come in the summer to swim and fish and that. In the fall now, it’s quiet. Only a handful of people live on the lake year-around. Most people live in town.”
“Quiet sounds perfect to me. I have a deadline, and I need to get busy writing.”
The man nodded again, pursing his lips. “And we agreed on a price?”
Bree rummaged through her leather shoulder bag and produced a white envelope. She held it up. “We did. And you accepted my cash offer.”
He shrugged slightly. “I don’t usually discount my cabin…” He let his comment hang.
“Like you said, it’s late in the year.” Bree straightened her five-foot-four frame and looked him square in the eye. “And I’m paying you cash, in advance, for two months’ rent.”
After a moment, the old man nodded. “Cash, in advance.” He accepted the envelope, briefly peering inside. Then he handed her the key and headed toward the front door.
Out on the lawn, Murphy was still exploring along the edge of the woods. Mr. Meyer stopped at the driver’s side door of his pickup. “You need anything, you can call. And I’m at the hardware store every day.”
Bree pictured Meyer Hardware on the main street of Midnight Cove. It was where they’d arranged to meet when she’d called to make her reservation two days earlier.
“I live up over the store,” he continued. “So if anything breaks, you can let me know right away. If I can’t fix it, I’ll find someone who can.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” she murmured.
Meyer glanced up at the house, then looked at Bree. “Just so we’re clear, though.” He held up the envelope. “No refunds. You decide you’re not staying, you can’t get your money back.”
Bree drew a ragged breath, thinking about where she’d just left. “I’ll be staying,” she said firmly.
The old man nodded. “Alright, then. I suppose I’ll see you in town. Not too many redheads living in Midnight Cove.”
With that, he climbed into his truck, backed around, and headed down the driveway.
When he was out of sight, Bree called Murphy. “Come on, boy. Let’s go get settled.”
From the attic window, he watched as the old man drove away, leaving the redhead and her dog standing on the driveway. A dog. That was a development. Might be good, could be bad, he considered.
On the one hand, animals usually seemed to see him, or at least be aware of his presence. The family dog or a cat staring into a seemingly empty corner was sometimes enough to freak out its owners. The dog’s attention could, however, make it difficult for him to move about undetected.
Didn’t matter, he shook his head. He’d concentrate his energy, knock over a few things, and send the woman and her dog skittering back to wherever they’d come from.
Out on the driveway, the woman retrieved a pair of black bags from the front of the yellow Beetle and carried them inside. From the corner of the master bedroom, he watched as she unpacked some clothes and hung them in the closet.
Another trip to the car produced a big blue dog bed and a large tan leather shoulder bag. When she returned inside, to his surprise, she rearranged the den, placing a small table against one of the back windows then adding a chair. From her bag, she removed a thin electronic gadget and placed it on the table.
Although in life, he’d never known anything like it, he’d seen other summer folk with the same kind of thing. It was like a typewriter, but you didn’t put paper in it. He couldn’t figure out the purpose of the gizmo, but it really didn’t matter.
She put the dog bed in the corner beside the newly created workspace, and the dog happily launched himself onto it, burrowing into the soft cushion and lolling gleefully. The woman smiled at the dog. “Who’s my good boy?” she asked softly.
She squatted to briefly rub the dog’s belly, then crossed to the French doors that opened onto the back deck. As she stood gazing out over the lake, he glanced around the room, assessing what might give him the biggest bang for his buck.
An empty rocking chair moving on its own accord was always a good bet. If he could slam shut her typing gadget, that might be a nice touch as well. As he made his way across the room to the rocking chair, the dog let out a low growl.
Good, he thought. Now she’ll be paying attention.
Concentrating intensely, he reached for the back of the rocking chair. With effort, he managed to push it forward once. It rocked forward and back a handful of times before slowing to a stop.
The dog woofed once, then whined. The woman watched as the chair settled. Then she covered her face with her hands.
Unsure, he wavered for a moment before he made his way to the desk. He was just reaching out to slam shut the device when she spoke.
“You should know that I’m not going anywhere. I just gave the owner all the money I have in the world. I don’t have anywhere else to go. You’re stuck with me until the middle of November.”
Shocked, he froze. No one had ever addressed him before. But his surprise was quickly replaced by determination. This was his house. Where she went was her problem. Forget closing the lid of her electronic device. He’d shove the damn thing right off the table.
He was just gathering his strength when he heard a sound. Turning, he saw that she’d sunk into the rocking chair, the very object that should have sent her running. Holding her face in her hands, she sobbed like her heart was breaking.
Immediately, he felt his resolve melting away. He didn’t mind scaring people. It was just good, clean fun, really. But causing her to cry made him feel like a shit.
He sighed to himself and watched her for a moment. It looked like he might be stuck with the redhead and her dog for a bit longer than he’d thought.MIDNIGHT COVE by Pandora Spocks
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Seven Times the Kink
STONE: MASTER EAGLE
“I should warn you, Master Eagle, I bite and have been known to scratch.”
Peyton Jackson was a Pulitzer Prize winning investigative journalist, the best in her field, but in Castle Sin, she was known only as Sub PJ.
Peyton had stayed away from the ocean for a reason, yet there she was, on a remote island in Key West, surrounded by the sea, gazing at the majestic castle meant to become her home … at least, that’s what she made the seven Masters believe … In reality, she was there for only one reason: to get her cousin off the island.
One unexpected perk … or detriment … was that it placed her directly in the sights of her biggest celeb crush. In contrast to finding herself wanting to please her Master at every turn, she also smelled a story, a scoop … and she had every intention of taking advantage to find out exactly what went on inside the walls of Castle Sin.
Until she awoke the Beast inside the King of the Castle.
“And it’s going to be such a pleasure to make you crawl and beg,” he promised in a deep growl. “As meek as a little kitten.”
He was known as Stone Rothman in Hollywood … Stone Sinclair to his family … and Master Eagle to everyone else in Castle Sin
A powerful Master, a compassionate man, and a hungry and demanding Beast created the enigma that was Stone Sinclair.
Trust and honesty were paramount in every aspect of his life and he expected the same from those surrounding him. As the king of his castle, it took a lot to crack his armor … but this time she had peeved him off. She was one of the trainees who had applied to be a submissive at Castle Sin … and she was a fake. A liar and an impostor. Two traits this powerful Master had no patience for.
The moment he laid eyes on the tall redhead, the Beast inside his soul began to stir. She was a deceiver, and he was going to enjoy transforming her into exactly what she’d applied for.
A submissive … his submissive.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to both of them, a conspiracy threatened to yank their entire existence apart. It endangered not only their lives, but spelled disaster for the entire nation, and Peyton was forced into an impossible situation she had no way to get out of.
With lies and lust and fear at war inside her, helpless to fight the domination of the Master and his Beast, she attempted to find a solution … but no matter what she did, there was only one way it all would end.
With Stone Sinclair hating her.
Stone will make you want to go out and apply to all the local BDSM clubs in the hopes of finding your very own Master Eagle. Sexy as hell, sweet like candy, with just a vein of mystery and danger that we have come to expect from Linzi Basset. Stone is woven in such a way that will have your head in the clouds, your blood pounding in all the right places, and your heart cracking as you wonder what you would do if you were in her place…
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A few snippets
“Keep doing that, little one and you’ll be on your back with your legs spread wide, getting f@cked like a b!tch in heat more times than you can count.”
“The next ones are going to sting even more if you don’t continue, sub,” he grated darkly. He had difficulty suppressing his smile at the mutinous expression on her face. She was feisty. The challenge she represented grew exponentially … along with the tumescence that caused the space at the crotch of his jeans to shrink.
The Beast purred and clawed at his chest to be released at the expression on her face. It fed the sad!st in him, the need to completely f@ck with a sub’s mind until she became lost in a whirlpool of confused emotions; helpless to fight the sensations he’d teach her to crave—all fed by him—him and him alone.
“Female wiles will get you nowhere, nor will a bratty attitude, except to either be whipped black and blue or f@cked until you pass out. Either way … choose. Now.”
“I should warn you, Master Eagle, I bite and have been known to scratch,” she lilted in a sensual purr.
“I’ve always been rather fond of little kittens.” His long arms reached easily over the table to pinch her nipples, smiling as she gasped and bit her lip. “And it’s going to be such a pleasure to make you crawl and beg,” he promised in a deep growl. “As meek as a little kitten.
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It’s out! JENNY’S VOICE, the first book in my new Redheads & Ranchers Series, came out Tuesday.
Jenny Stone has been silent for the last two years, rendered mute by unimaginable trauma since the day her parents were brutally murdered and she was taken by ruthless crime boss Victor Sorkin. She’s been his ‘pet’ since that horrific day, his own personal good luck charm.
When she sees her chance to escape, she takes it, stowing away in the horse trailer of unsuspecting cowboy Cole Caldwell. When he finds her there, he’s torn between finding help for the terrified young woman and reassuring her that she’s safe with him.
Privately, Jenny and Cole feel the inexorable pull of attraction. But Cole knows Jenny’s been brutalized and he’ll be damned if he’ll take advantage of her in any way. And Jenny’s positive that the handsome rancher wouldn’t want anything to do with someone as damaged and used as she is.
But love is a funny thing, often finding a way in the most impossible of situations.
To celebrate the first weekend of its release, here’s a steamy little teaser from JENNY’S VOICE.
Late that evening, Cole sat in the leather chair in the corner of his bedroom, an open book resting on his lap. But he realized that he hadn’t read a line in the last fifteen minutes. His thoughts were on the day, on the possibility of new clients, on the delicious pot roast dinner…and on Jenny.
He was falling in love with her, he knew it. And he felt the same from her. Theirs was such an odd situation, though. She was, for all intents and purposes, on the run. And no one except Cole knew who and where she was.
At some point, she’d have to agree to go to the authorities. Undoubtedly, there was an open investigation into her whereabouts. Not to mention the fact that she had insight into a serious criminal enterprise.
Cole sighed deeply as he scrubbed a restless palm across his mouth. He didn’t know what to do. So far, he’d done nothing. And inaction was action, wasn’t it?
A creak of a floorboard drew his attention to the hallway. Jenny stood uncertainly in his doorway. Her fingers were interlaced in front of her and she appeared to be wearing one of his long-sleeve dress shirts, the sleeves rolled about halfway up her arms.
He smiled softly. “Hi, Jenny. Everything okay?”
She nodded, staying where she was. “Yes. I didn’t mean to bother you.”
“You’re not bothering me. I’m not getting much reading done anyway. What do you need?”
Wordlessly, she padded on bare feet to where he sat. To say that he was surprised would be an understatement when she took his book and placed it on the bedside table, then slid onto his lap. He was almost positive that beneath his shirt, she wore nothing at all.
Consciously keeping his hands on the arms of the chair, he drew a shaky breath and met her eyes. “What’s going on, Jenny?” he asked softly.
She reached up with her left hand to cup his jaw and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. He welcomed her kiss, matching her passion while struggling to hold back the desire that flared at her touch, her proximity.
“It’s okay,” she breathed as she broke the kiss. “You can touch me.”
Heart pounding in rhythm with the pulse in his burgeoning erection, Cole leaned back and gazed at her with hooded eyes. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, green eyes alight with desire.
He let out a long breath. “If we’re gonna do this, darlin’, you’re gonna set the pace. The last thing I want to do is to hurt or take advantage of you.”
She gave him a tender smile. “You’d never hurt me. I know that.” Leaning slightly forward, she took his hands from the chair arms and placed them on her bare ass.
Caressing her smooth flesh beneath his fingers, he pulled her closer, positioning her heated sex against the bulge in his jeans. She tucked her hair behind her ears and stared down at him, her green eyes sparkling.
Her fingers fluttered to the buttons of the dress shirt she’d appropriated and slowly, she unfastened them, revealing the hollow between the inner curves of perfectly shaped breasts, a smooth stomach, and a thatch of tight red curls where she rested against his hardness.
He shook his head slightly and swallowed hard. “Jesus, Jenny,” he breathed.
True to his word, he waited, allowing her to initiate another deep, languid kiss as she ground against him. She allowed the shirt to slip from her shoulders, and she moved his hands around to cup her firm, round breasts.
He lightly brushed his thumbs across her tight pink points and she gasped.
“Is that alright?” he murmured quickly.
She nodded. “Yes. Please, oh yes.”
He peered into her eyes, gauging her response.
“Will you please take me to bed?”
He hesitated. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, and he felt reassured. He held her tightly against him and stood, walking them the two steps to the bed where he gently lay her down. Jenny watched with heated interest as he shucked his grey t-shirt and jeans, leaving them where they fell.
Naked, he climbed into bed beside her, resting on his side and gazing at her tenderly. “You’re in charge, darlin’. What you say goes.”
A lone tear rolled down her cheek and he caught it with his finger. “I want you to make love to me,” she whispered.
He smiled softly. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
Cole leaned in and captured her lips with his, pouring his passion through his kiss. She placed his hand on her hip and he took things from there, sliding his hand up to cup her breast once again, this time taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugging gently, encouraging it to stand taut. Jenny moaned lightly.
Leaving her lips, he trailed kisses down the side of her neck. He slid his hand back down to her hip, and Jenny pivoted slightly, moving his hand to the needy space between her thighs.
Cautiously, he met her eyes. “Is this okay?”
“Yes, please,” she hissed.
Smiling, he cupped her sex, feeling the heat there. He increased the pressure, and Jenny moaned again as she pressed against his hand. Finding purchase with his fingertips, he began a slow circular path around her sensitive bud.
She arched against him, tightly fisting the sheets on either side of her body.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
Pleased, Cole increased the pace of his circles, watching as Jenny’s face contorted with pleasure, delighting in the moment when she shattered against his hand.
Her body was still shuddering as he propped up on one elbow and drew his fingers lightly up her belly and between her breasts.
Breathless, she opened her eyes. He grinned down at her lovingly. “How was that?”
She nodded, panting. “It was…great, but…”
He frowned slightly, waiting to hear what she would say.
“I need you, Cole. Please.”
His heart hitched. “You’re sure?”
He saw the desire in her eyes. “Please,” she whispered.
Nodding, he reached into the drawer of the bedside table and removed a foil packet. Hesitating a moment, he checked the date printed on the back, sighing with relief. It was still good for another three months.
A glance back at Jenny showed him she was watching him carefully. “I’ve had these a while,” he laughed. “Just checking to make sure they’re still good.”
She reached for him. “Hurry.”
He slid between her legs and held himself over her. “With pleasure.” With that, he plunged his lips to hers, devouring her this time, delighting in the fact that she matched his fervor. Pausing, he used his teeth to rip open the foil packet then roll the condom over his ready cock.
Watching her face, he parked himself at her entrance. “Ready?”
She nodded, sliding her hands up his sides to rest them on his back, and he gently pressed forward, just breaching her entrance. He felt her contract around him, and he ventured further.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed in his ear.
He continued forward until he was buried to the root. There, he stayed still, feeling her acclimate to his length and girth. His skin prickled in goosebumps as she lightly nipped up the side of his neck to his earlobe, which she sucked sensuously.
Unable to resist, he rocked his hips back and plunged in again, this time earning a gasp from Jenny. Emboldened, he pumped in earnest, feeling her walls tighten even as her breathing came in sharp bursts.
“I’m almost there, Jenny,” he murmured into her ear. “This is what you do to me. Come on, darlin’, come with me.”
Just as he felt his release nearing the point of no return, she cried out, shuddering in pleasure. It was all he needed to tip him over the edge of his own climax as with one more thrust, he held himself deep within her, pouring out his essence.
Still trembling, he lowered himself beside Jenny, carefully disengaging from her. He padded to the bathroom to take care of the condom, then returned to the bed, gently gathering her to himself. Her eyes were closed, and she was still breathing hard. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.JENNY’S VOICE by Pandora Spocks
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comes out February 12!
Jenny Stone survived the brutal murder of her parents only to be taken by the ruthless crime boss responsible for their deaths. Nearly two years later, when she sees her chance to escape, she takes it, slipping into the horse trailer of an unsuspecting cowboy.
Cole Caldwell leads a quiet life as an in-demand horse trainer, able to charge high fees from his wealthy clients to support his non-profit activities. When he discovers a terrified young woman hiding in his trailer, he’s beyond shocked.
She’s been beaten, and apparently, she doesn’t speak. Cole is determined to see that no one ever lays a hand on Jenny again.
But she’s convinced dangerous men are looking for her. What will happen if they find her?
Here’s a sneak peek at the first chapter of JENNY’S VOICE. And don’t miss the book trailer following the excerpt.
Every fiber of her being screamed at her, willing her to shake off the fog that veiled her mind, willing her to save herself.
Jenny Stone shakily pushed herself up into a sitting position in the back seat of the black SUV, ignoring the pulsing of her swollen left eye, trying desperately to focus with her right one as she peered through the dark-tinted windows.
Her minders, Slater and Wilcox (she had no idea of their first names, nor did she care to know) had left her when they’d gone into the truck stop restaurant where the truck sat parked. They’d assumed she was unconscious, which she had been, momentarily knocked out by Slater’s right jab to the left side of her face.
This after backhanding her across the mouth. Her mouth was filled with the harsh metallic tang of her own blood, and she tentatively pushed her tongue toward her puffy lip. Thankfully, her teeth seemed to be intact, no thanks to Slater’s meaty blow.
All because she’d fought him. And she’d do it again. Every time.
She might have no say when it came to Victor Sorkin, when he summoned her in the middle of the odd night, or when he gifted her to certain esteemed business associates. But she’d be goddamned if she’d allow Victor’s slimy minions to presume to take their fill of her.
The trio had been on their way from Los Angeles to San Francisco. An arms dealer with whom Victor hoped to do business was staying at the Four Seasons. Jenny was meant to be a good-will offering for the weekend.
At the moment, she had a bigger problem, though.
“Now what are you going to do?” Wilcox had asked. Jenny, her head pounding, had feigned unconsciousness.
“She’s all beat up. We can’t take her to San Francisco like that. And we can’t take her back to Mr. Sorkin, either. He’ll want to know what happened.”
“She’s not going to tell him anything,” Slater had snarled.
“But what will you tell him?” Wilcox had wondered.
Slater had growled and punched the dashboard. “Stupid retard cunt! Kicked me in the balls so hard, I still can’t breathe right.”
“What are we going to do?”
Squinting through her good eye, Jenny had seen Slater turn to look at her. “We’ll have to kill her.”
“We?! What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t touch her,” Wilcox had squeaked.
“What happens if we take her to San Francisco? Hauer calls Sorkin to complain about the merchandise. And Sorkin kills us.”
He’d glared at Wilcox, daring him to contradict him. “What happens if we take her back to LA like that? Sorkin kills us.”
He’d shaken his head. “It’s the only way. We drive all the way to San Francisco. Because he’ll be tracking us on GPS. We stay in front of the Four Seasons long enough to make it look like we took her upstairs. Then we go to our hotel. We’ll rent a car, take her out into the boondocks, and get rid of her.”
“But Hauer will call to complain that she never got there,” Wilcox had reasoned.
“We’ll say he’s lying. We’ll say we delivered the girl. Then it’s all on Hauer.”
Wilcox had nodded slowly. “It might just work.” He’d sounded somewhat less than convinced.
“Come on,” Slater had said, with one last glance into the backseat.
“Let’s go get something to eat and work out the details. The bitch is out cold anyway.”
After the pair had left, Jenny had forced herself to remain motionless, counting to a thousand before opening her eyes. By now, her left eye was swollen completely shut, and her lip felt as though it was ten times its normal size.
She had to get out. They’d be back any minute. If she rode with them to San Francisco, there would be no escape. This was her one chance. She supposed she should count her lucky stars Victor had decided for them to drive rather than fly. Something about the private jet being grounded for routine maintenance.
The cloudy day threatened rain, but so far, it had been dry. With the midday sun obscured by clouds as it was, Jenny wasn’t certain of the time, but she’d guess early afternoon. The truck stop was busy, with semis and all sorts of vehicles constantly entering and leaving.
Across the way, she saw a cowboy in a pale straw hat checking on a horse in a vintage turquoise and white horse trailer pulled behind a silver pick-up truck. Seemingly satisfied with the horse’s well-being, he turned and walked across the parking lot, passing right by her and into the restaurant as she watched from the SUV.
GO! her brain screamed at her.
She looked down at herself. She was not dressed for walking around a truck stop. In her slinky club dress with its halter top and micro-mini skirt, she was more suited for the function she was expected to perform.
Not anymore, Victor. She kicked off the silver stilettos and glanced toward the restaurant. She couldn’t see Slater and Wilcox in the window booths. It seemed safe to assume they were seated further inside.
Carefully, she opened the door and stepped barefoot onto the pavement. The day was cool, and she instantly felt chilled. She closed the door quietly and, head down, she moved in the direction of the horse trailer.
Once she got there, she scanned the parking lot. Everyone seemed to be preoccupied with their own business. On her tiptoes, she peered into the trailer. Only one of the two stalls was occupied. She tried the tailgate hopefully, but it was locked. Glancing around again, she saw that the lot was briefly empty of people. She stepped up onto the bumper, reached the top of the tailgate, and pushed herself up. With one last glance over her shoulder, she leaned forward, tumbling headfirst into the trailer.
The horse, a large brown and white spotted Appaloosa, whinnied in protest, stomping her feet and pulling at the rope tethering her to the front of the trailer.
Carefully avoiding the shuffling hooves, Jenny crab-scrambled backward to the front wall of the trailer. A large black jacket hung from a hook, and she jerked it down, slipping it on and zipping up the front.
The jacket was huge, probably meant for someone the size of the cowboy she’d seen, but it was warm. She tucked her knees under her chin and drew the jacket down over her bare legs and feet, pulling the hood over her head.
Come on, come on. She willed her pounding heart to slow down as she waited for the cowboy to come back and drive them away from the truck stop.JENNY’S VOICE by Pandora Spocks
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