Carnal Obsession: His Heart’s Prisoner
Carnal Series
Carnal Series
by Reily Garrett
Releasing January 30th 2017
Self-Published
Self-Published
Life
on the street molds emotional athletes.
Blurb
Three years ago, her brother’s death marked the beginning of Kendra’s new life, an existence with no home, no family, and no friends. Time in the underground byways toughened her emotional shell with the loose association of like-minded street rats where survival meant compromise and constant vigilance.
Three years ago, her brother’s death marked the beginning of Kendra’s new life, an existence with no home, no family, and no friends. Time in the underground byways toughened her emotional shell with the loose association of like-minded street rats where survival meant compromise and constant vigilance.
Before
he died, Billy had sent her a package in care of his teammate, Conner. For
Kendra, re-entrance into polite society comes with a deadly price, as betrayal
comes from both sides of the grave.
Conner
Crofton owns the BDSM club Ambrosia. After failing to protect his teammate on
their last covert mission, penance takes form as a promise to safeguard Billy’s
little sister, a girl he’d unknowingly remanded to a world of darkness and
uncertainty, deception and psychopathic stalkers.
The
past will always haunt us. Each must earn forgiveness and trust as passion,
guilt, deception, and betrayal, interweave a destiny formed long ago. A
romantic suspense with a twist.
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“You? You own this
animated horror show? Conner, what happened to you?” A decade ago, he and Billy
had filled her head with fantasies only an innocent could dream, back when sex in a t-shirt carried the easy grace
of a natural predator and filled her delusions of eternal love. Time had lent
fuel to her imagination. Like a boiler that continued to build up too much
pressure, her thoughts skated along the razor’s edge of a volcano. The age-old
longing persisted despite current reality’s intervention and the memory of how
Conner had led Billy into the military, to his death.
“Hello, Kendra. I’m
glad you and your band could make it tonight. I look forward to hearing you
sing again.” That sweltry intonation could curl an iron bar, yet there dwelt a deep
sadness, as if memories pulled him down a road too often traveled.
An audible gulp. Her
mouth opened and closed several times without issuing a sound.
She couldn’t look at
him, not when her face flamed with the memories of first infatuation. The disappointment
invading her mind now stung the back of her eyelids. “When did you turn into a
pervert?” It was too much to bear. She needed the quiet and peaceful white
noise of the street, wind chimes on someone’s front porch, a car backfiring, a
breeze sifting through the trees and blowing the road’s detritus in small dust
devils.
“Nice place you have
here, Mr. Crofton.” Daeron, ever the peacemaker, stepped forward to shake
Conner’s hand.
“Yeah, all it needs
is some spider architecture, pointed hats, and magic wands. Oh, and I think
you’re missing a vat of boiling oil.” Mumbled words lost the bite of her
intent.
“Can’t say spiders do
much for me, but we do have plenty of oil and violet wands. Most women think of
them as magic.” Conner’s husky laugh scorched the knot in her throat like
melted sand, changing its consistency until acid threatened to spew forth.
“Looks damn
interesting.” Daeron’s comment would earn him an all-out brawl later.
Freaking
traitor. Men always stick together.
After a moment,
Conner’s words sank in. No!
“Violet? You’re gay?”
It seemed bystanders
thought her a comedian or imbecile, their laughter creating more blazing heat
to encompass her face.
Marc, brother of her
current tormentor, took pity as he stepped forward. “Hi, Mackendra. It’s been a
long time.” Sympathy radiated from him in waves to envelop her in a maelstrom
of cloying, sickly sweet flashbacks she couldn’t handle. Of the four brothers,
he’d been the nice one.
“Hi, Marc. Let me
guess, you’re also part of this zoo?” Regardless of his intended sincerity, she
couldn’t rest her gaze on either man. “This den of perverts?”
“You got it, hon. You
ready to work? I’ve missed hearing your zany and spirited songs.” Marc stepped
forward to offer a hug yet stopped short of contact.
No! She couldn’t abide
the company of men whose lives had been twisted by pain and despair, the last
men to see her brother alive. Conner’s presence ushered Billy’s last words to
fill her mind before he ditched her for another military stint, his final tour.
“You’re being selfish, mongrel. I need to
do this, protect my brothers. You’ll be safe here, yet they won’t be unless I
go back. When I return, we’ll start a new chapter in life, together.”
Well
that sure as hell happened. Just not the way I’d planned.
The physical ache in
her heart wasn’t relieved with the pressure of fist against chest. She turned
and ran, just as she always did when the agony of memories washed over her. She
would never again allow anyone to witness her suffering.
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Author Info
Reily
Garrett is a West Coast girl transplanted to the East
Coast. Past employments as an ICU nurse, private investigator, and military
police officer has given her a host of different environments to add a real
world feel to her writing.
Though her kids are her life, writing is her life
after. The one enjoyed…after the kids are in bed or after they’re in school and
the house is quiet. This is the time she kicks back with laptop, surrounded by
her shepherds, to give her imagination free rein.
In life, hobbies can come and go according to
our physical abilities, but you can always enjoy a good book. Life isn’t
perfect, but your imagination can be. Relax, whether it’s in front of a fire or
in your own personal dungeon. Take pleasure in a mental pause as you root for
your favorite hero/heroine and bask in their accomplishments, then share your
opinions over a coffee with your best friend (even if he’s four legged). Life
is short. Cherish your time.
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