Today, I’ve got the blurb and an excerpt from Captive, Mine, by Natasha Knight and Trent Evans :):
Blurb:
The day my father agreed to testify against Terrence Randall, one of the most ruthless drug traffickers in North America, was the day I became the target of the drug lord’s enraged vengeance. I was the one thing that stood in the way of Daddy’s testimony, and the one thing that could save Randall. The man would stop at nothing to get his hands on me.
I was prepared for what was coming — as prepared as one could be when vanishing into the U.S. Marshal’s Witness Protection Program.
I just wasn’t prepared for him.
For ex-Navy SEAL turned mercenary Lake Freeman, escorting Lily Cross into the Witness Protection Program was just another job — until a better offer came along. Lake couldn’t have cared less about the life he’d been hired to protect. After all, she was a part of the very organization that had cost him so much already.
At least he never expected to care.
But when forced into a decision he never thought he’d have to make, the mission became one of survival for himself and his beautiful charge. Lake knew that in order to protect her, he’d need to bring the feisty and unpredictable Lily to heel — he couldn’t keep her safe if he couldn’t keep her under control.
But that protective urge quickly turned into something else, something dark … and his need to conquer, to claim, overrode all else.
He would keep her safe. He would keep her protected. But he would make her his, as well.
Now, all he had to do was figure out how to keep them both alive long enough to do it…
Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!
This is a MF BDSM romantic suspense. Themes include: graphic sexuality, pervasive D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, anal play and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.
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Excerpt:
Lake Takes Lily to the Bad Girl’s Room
Originally, he’d built it as a guest room, separated from the main house. But after he’d built it, he’d never used it. The bathroom was still unfinished, and although it did have a modest bedroom set, it had become essentially a shed.
It took him longer than he’d anticipated to move everything out, transferring most of the tools, the extra blankets, and furniture to the garage. By the time he’d finished, he was sweating, so he shed his jacket, the dark T-shirt wet against his chest. He checked the door latches and the locks, and other than being a little sticky from disuse, they checked out. His fingers tested the steel D-rings set along one of the walls. Years ago, once he’d resigned himself to the likelihood that no actual people would be staying in the room, he’d had the rings installed, intending to use them to string chain along the wall in order to store all the tools upright and secure.
Now, they’d finally be used for their intended application — but it wouldn’t be tools he’d be securing.
Making his way back into the house, he tiptoed down the hall, knowing exactly where the creaks in the floor were. He slid the deadbolt on her door silently, easing the door open. She lay motionless, on her back, her hair a tangled mass of silky black. For a moment, he thought she might be sleeping, but when he shut the door, she sprang up with a startled yelp, hugging her knees to her chest, her dark gaze watching him. He pondered what thoughts might be flitting behind those eyes, if she wondered what was going to happen to her next. Lake was sure she had no idea. Truth be told, he wasn’t even sure himself — but the ideas were coming together, and fast.
Her feet were bare, their pale vulnerability fetching in its own confusing way. He liked her vulnerability, because it made him want to exploit it and yet, at the same time, it elicited a twisted urge to protect her.
From himself.
He pointed at her, lifting his finger, beckoning her to stand.
Those dark eyes stared back, unreadable, her arms clutching her knees tighter.
Lake moved closer, standing over her. For a moment, he simply looked down upon her, feeling the excitement build within him at having her so close. Where once she’d irritated him, had made him want to push her away, now it was something else entirely. He hadn’t thought of any of this, of course, back there in that car. The possibilities that stretched before him, her fate determined by a simple choice of paths, by a split second decision. No, when he’d heard DeSalvo speak the words that made had Lake’s blood run cold, there wasn’t time for any of that. There was only time to protect her, to save her.
But was it really to save her? Or was it to keep her for himself? Was he snatching her from the jaws of one monster, only to carry her away to another? Twelve hours ago, he’d have laughed at such a question. But now, as he watched how her body trembled ever so slightly, the way her eyes followed him, their depths keen, unblinking, he wasn’t so sure.
Reaching for her, he eased a palm against her cheek, and she jerked her head away, an angry sound in her throat. He clutched her chin, squeezing, pain clouding her gaze. Tilting her face up to his, he stared into her eyes.
“Ow! What the fu—”
His finger wagged before her, admonishing.
“You’ve proven you’re not worthy of being trusted, Lily. So we’re going to start over at the beginning. First rule: no speaking, unless I ask you a direct question. Nod if you understand.”
“I understand you’re a fucking psycho.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Lake clamped a hand on her upper arm and hauled her off the bed, sending her sprawling. Her legs scrambled for purchase on the carpet as he turned for the door, dragging her by the arm. She was so light, he felt as if he could’ve slipped her right into his pocket if he’d chosen to. But she needed this too, needed to know that physically she was utterly outmatched and that any resistance would entail consequences. Painful ones.
“Let me go!” she yelled as he steadily drew her behind him down the hallway toward the living room. “Jesus, just let me — I’ll follow… Goddammit!”
He opened the front door, and turned back to her.
“You can walk out there, or I can walk you out. It’s your choice.”
“Where are you — where are we going?”
Lake tipped his head toward the front window, and her gaze followed. Seeing what lay beyond, her eyes shot open.
“No. No!” She pulled against his grip, hard. “Not there.”
“Guess there’s my answer.”
Lake hauled her off her feet with ridiculous ease, clutching her tightly in his arms, squeezing a gasp from her as she flailed against him. She cursed, her body twisting within his grip, a trail of hot pain flaming along his neck as her nails raked his skin. He caught her wrist and squeezed until she cried out.
“You’re going to pay for that one too, Lily.”
“Let me go! I’ll do what you want.” Her voice spiraled higher. “No — don’t do it. Please.”
“Oh yes, you’re going all right. You’ve earned it.”
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