Jack's redemption is a paranormal romance thriller, centered around the machinations of vampires. Drama, seduction, love, and every sin found in the dark corners of a major city. It's a brutal world, filled with deadly politics, deadlier creatures, ancient conspiracies, and Gothic obsessions.
"And then ... and then she fell into the water!" Jack tried to keep from getting a stomach stitch, but laughter was hitting him hard. "By the time we fished her out, it was too late. The dress, the hair, the make-up, it was all ruined."
Jack, the smaller of the two, was sitting on his friend's couch. A leather couch, Jack was sure, or some expensive derivative. The walls were a solid white but for the paintings framed in elegantly simple, smooth framework. The paintings themselves were of dark things, both in color and what they showed. Jack was sure many of them were of harsh moments from the bible, but he could never be sure.
Who was he to judge though? He preferred white walls without anything on them.
"Oh wow. And this was her high school prom?" Julias was also sitting on the couch across from Jack, a grin on his lips and a glass of red in his hand.
Julias was badass. There was no denying it. Jack was a little guy, he knew it, and while he certainly took care of his body and had become quite lean and strong, Julias was a big, built man. He was tall, with broad shoulders and pale complexion. His hair was blond and slicked back flat to his head. It was almost a surreal movie. No one did that with their hair. No one could pull off that hair.
Julias could. Even here in his home, on the couch with a glass of red wine in his hand, the man was wearing a really, really ... a really nice suit. Far nicer than Jack's own, that was for sure. He had at least undone the jacket and loosened his black tie, but with the black shoes, black socks, and the cuffs, Jack guessed the cost of his getup at two months his own salary, at least.
"Yeah. She was so upset, I took her home and she missed the whole thing," Jack said.
"Oh my, took her home?"
"Ha! Man I wish. No, within five minutes of getting her home, she dumped me in a fit of blind rage."
"Ouch. You have my sympathies." Julias was trying to not laugh, if only to not spill his drink as he sipped it. Jack doubted it would have really put much of a dent into his friend's money even if he did though.
Jack had to stand up. Seeing Julias's place was always a blast, complete with a massive TV on the wall and wall-window view overlooking the city. He paced a little as he looked over the buildings below him. Marble floors in an apartment. The floors alone made his shitty shoes seem inadequate.
"Ever date anyone after?"
Jack almost gasped at Julias's sudden appearance next to him. He hadn't made a sound. Those shoes and marble floors and not a sound. Damn smooth.
"No. Ashley was the first and last girl I ever dated. Dumped me before I ever got past second base either." A moment's embarrassment passed, Jack looked back out the window with his hands in his pockets. His own suit was a pale, dyed comparison of Julias's, and the two of them standing next to each other made the sad idealism apparent.
"Oooh I see. So that's what this was all about. You wanted me to find you a girl."
"No ... well, maybe."
"Jack, I drag your ass to the gym so many evenings. You even talk to people there. You're not the weak little piss ant you were five years ago. Thought you'd have some confidence." Julias swished his red wine around in his glass. It always looked so thick.
"I have confidence."
"Then what's the problem?"
"A hatred for the human race and the stupidity of its populace?" Jack said.
"Or perhaps too much time on the internet developing ridiculous standards."
"Yeah, that too."
They both laughed. It was a weird friendship, to be sure, like fire and water. Julias was cool, suave, smooth and built. Jack was a lean little guy with a bitter tongue and too much time on his hands. They always had something to talk about.
"So you got that promotion at Barksen's?" Julias took another sip of his drink before looking at Jack. He put his back to the window and leaned against it with his free arm folded against his chest, hand hooked underneath the other arm.
"You know I had plans to get into law school," Jack said with a shrug. "Apparently, I'm good at making people do what I want. Barksen wanted me under his thumb early."
"I can't blame him. You're a master at breaking people to your will." Julias's sarcasm was almost dripping from his lips, but Jack countered it with a classic wink.
"Barksen thinks I am! He hired me didn't he, right out of high school."
"Yeah but you've been stuck at that job for almost three years, Jack. Barksen got you under his thumb because he knew you'd be cheap. He'd have to pay twice what he pays you to get that job filled by someone with a license." Julias looked down to his drink and gently swished it around with tilts of his hand.
Jack looked up to the older man with a slow squint, before he gave his own grin.
"You're right, you're right. I have money aside and I have the connections now. Barksen doesn't realize one of his partners is looking to branch, and neither of them realize Mr. Turner is looking to expand into this district either. I got a foot in with him too."
Jack must have looked absolutely pleased with himself. Why wouldn't he? With this plan he'd have a secure and stable future. He'd get his jobs, his promotions, and retire at a comfortably early age all the while having a comfortable life.
That was good, right?
"You got your ducks in a row then."
"I like to think so."
"No risks?" Julias said.
"I ... I don't know. I mean, why would I take risks?"
"When you want something, and really, truly want it, it likely means something or someone is stopping you from getting it so easily. Thus, risks."
"True. I guess I just haven't found anything worth taking risks for."
Julias took a long, hard look at Jack after those words. He even took a lick of his teeth. With a sigh, the older man stepped away from the glass and walked toward his kitchen. The apartment was a seamless connection of entryway to living room to kitchen to stairway to bedroom. Surprisingly large and spacious, and it let Julias walk to his counter to grab his wine bottle and refill his drink without breaking conversation.
"And if you had one?"
"If I had ... something worth taking a risk for?"
"Yes. Let's say you were ... fighting for power. Politics. What would you stoop to do to win a campaign?" Julias leveled his gaze on his small friend, and waited. His eyes were steel, cold, and Jack found himself squirming a little at the sudden stare. Why the abrupt change of mood?
"I suppose it would depend on how I felt about my rivals."
"Oh, predators. Predators, a lot of them. Given the opportunity they'd kill you, let alone your campaign." Julias licked his teeth again and offered another grin before sipping his red. "Some of them you'll hate, some you won't, but all would be willing to kill you in your sleep for their own goals."
"Whoa, that's ... that's a lot of risk for political power."
"But the rewards, Jack. The rewards are ... real power. You have your domain, you have peace, you have your way with whatever you want. With whoever you wanted." He beckoned for the small man, and Jack came. He didn't plan to, didn't even want to, but Julias's eyes were open and unblinking. They looked upon him, gazed upon him with a strange resonance.
" ... what's this about, Julias?"
"Answer the question."
"No, seriously, you're asking some we-"
"Answer the question." Julias's eyes flared wide, and Jack took a step back. The air around Julias seemed almost darker, as if the lighting had dimmed in some ridiculously cheesy horror film. Not so cheesy when you're in it.
"I..." Jack's mouth moved on its own. Why was he talking? He didn't mean to answer that question, but he couldn't stop. "I ... for my own goals? I'd ruin them. For my own life? ... I'd kill them."
"Kill them? Harsh words." The older man motioned for Jack to sit across from him at the counter, and the younger one sat obediently. He felt small, very small. All of a sudden the dark apartment felt less a cool hangout, and more a spider's web.
"Well fuck, man, I've never been in that situation. We're talking about some fantasy world where I'm a goddamn monster. I'm just going off my gut here. What's ... what's going on, Julias?"
With a long and weary sigh, Julias put down his glass and sat down as well. He leaned forward, and with netted fingers, put his chin on top of his knuckles. He wasn't playing, or kidding or joking, he was just staring Jack straight in the eye until the young man was almost sweating.
This wasn't the Julias he knew. This was frightening.
"I need help. I need someone I can trust. I need someone who will have my back when shit hits the fan."
"When shit hits the fan like back at Omack's? Right?" Jack said with a grin, but found his grin fading when Julias did not smile back. The man across the counter from him was almost glaring, but his gaze was more cold, more hard and dead than angry.
"What if, Jack ... what if you could ... leave it all behind." He stopped. He didn't explain himself. He just left the statement on the air, and Jack tilted his head to the side in confusion.
"I uh ... what?"
"I need someone to help me, and I think that person is you." Despite the compliment, Jack found himself squirming. Julias was not complimenting him aimlessly. He wanted something; all the signs of a business proposition were apparent. Jack saw them, and Julias knew he saw them. The problem was that despite this, Julias was still effortlessly in control of the conversation, and Jack felt smaller by the minute.
"My help? Julias you ... you make enough money to buy ten of me. What could I possibly-"
"Trust. You are my friend. And you are far better at the dance than you think."
"Dance?"
"Politics ... of a sort." Julias gave his small friend a playful grin, like a fucking tiger might before the kill. "But to my point, I need a friend, and I have a proposition for you. The dilemma is you have to leave it all behind."
"What is all?"
"All."
"You can't ... I don't ... Julias you got to help me out here." Jack knew his words would frustrate Julias, but the sheer vagueness of it all was driving him insane.
"All." Neither frustrated or impatient, Julias kept his voice smooth but stern. "You will move on from your current friends and family. They'll think you're dead. You'll be working with me, here in the South Side. You will have a new place to stay, and you will be powerful ... very powerful." The fact Jack's mouth had dropped open did not stop Julias. "The money is great, the power greater, but it's not about that. Well, not just about that. It's about ... a whole different world, Jack. A world with risks, and rewards." If his friend was trying to make it sound romantic, he was failing hard. So far, Julias's speech was only making Jack shake in his shoes.
Julias had gotten up at this point, and was walking around with his glass in his hand. He gestured with his words, but his cold gaze never left Jack. The smaller man couldn't help but take quick glances to his friend's drink, if only to avoid Julias's gaze. Has his red wine always been so thick?
"You'll be joining me in a long career, my good friend. You will have everything you've ever wanted, and more."
"I, I just, I ... I don't know! I mean, just ... abandon everything?"
"Everything. The only thing you'll keep from your old life is my friendship."
"But my fucking family, Julias! My mother, my sister, my fucking dog. My friends..."
"You don't have any close friends besides me, and you know you're not close with your family." Julias took another sip.
"Hey, I got ... yeah I got nothing." Jack slumped into a stool at the counter. "Holy fuck Julias. This is a pretty big goddamn thing you just dumped on me."
"A secret thing, by the way."
"Well yeah, considering the lead-up to your question, I get the impression I tell anyone about this and I'll have snipers at my back." Jack let his buzzed head fall to the counter, and lightly rolled it side to side.
"That is ... possible."
"Oh fuck. Oh god fuck fuck, I didn't believe it until you just said it."
Yesterday, my name was Elizabeth Summers. I was 43 years old with a good job that I didn’t like much, but it paid the bills. When I woke up today, I was told my name is Kimberly Sparks. My birth certificate says I’m 24 years old. I don’t have a job or a place to live. But there’s a seriously hot guy taking me home with him. Elizabeth Summers died yesterday in a terrible fire and Kimberly Sparks was born. But I’m not a phoenix; I’m a werewolf. Who knew?
Richard, a talented young pianist, sets off for the Wexford Conservatory of Music. Between lessons with his exacting teacher and fun times with two fellow musicians named Emily and Sandra, he discovers that music, friendship and love can lead to passions never imagined. Supported by a cast of characters pulled straight out of the music world, these three aspiring performers find that the life of a musician is that of extremes: formidably challenging, and exceptionally rewarding.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."