to hide in plain sight. The truly dangerous ones…have no need to hide.”When physical pain allows you to escape your
reality; what do you do when the pain is no longer strong enough to quiet the
Diouana “Nikki” returned to her hometown six
months ago to tend to her sick mother. She thought she’d left her “baggage”
behind her on the opposite coast, only to find that it never left her side. As
her self-destructive thoughts begin to consume her, her mother — realizing
Nikki’s torment — pushes Nikki to complete her last wishes.
Eric Brenton, Nikki’s new neighbor, lives in a
dark, chaotic world that is easily hidden behind his model good looks and cocky
demeanor. Unapologetic about his dirtier intentions, he sets his sights on
Nikki with an offer to help her. But his help comes with very unorthodox
conditions and a huge price.
And Eric…comes with an extensive black box
Warning: Contains graphic language, frequent
graphic sex, and dark themes.
he quickly withdrew, holding it just above my reach with an enduring smile.
If you gave me back my fucking phone and stopped talking to me.”
moderately thick, jet brow raised underneath the brim of his blue baseball cap.
phone.”I tried to keep my voice
level, but I was near to throwing a tantrum. Ninety-nine percent of the time, I
hated it when strange men bothered me. He didn’t fall
under the one-percent category.
a thank you, then your name.”
jeans as I not so quietly fumed.
he muttered at his failed attempt to get me to do—whatever he
wanted me to do. “You’re just
going to walk away and leave your four-hundred dollar phone with a stranger?”
He walked by my side, easily keeping up with my brisk pace.
get the sixty-four.”Not sure why he was bothering
me. I looked like hell. I felt like hell. I had the permanent, unfriendly scowl of
someone you wouldn’t want to chat up.
give you back your phone? You don’t want to be bothered? Fine. I
get it. But if you leave your phone with me, I’m going to
have more than one excuse to see you again.”
know me. A guy like you can walk into a bar and get a girl on his arm within
seconds. I get that maybe you like conquests or something. I hear humans do
infer that you’re an alien?”
I shrilled. “You’re not
tried to walk around him, he moved again.
twitching sneer. “Hold out your fucking hand.”
His tone transformed into one that bothered me enough to do what he told
me to do. He almost slid my phone into my hand, but abruptly changed his mind.
With my phone firmly in his hand, he put both arms behind his head. Staring me
down, he pressed at my stonewall with an overt dominance. “Your
name. Then, I want you to thank me.”
to lose my grip, and let your screen shatter like I should’ve
the first time. Never know. Do you want to test how nimble my fingers are? Are
you really comfortable enough with me to trust me?”
would need a new phone right away, was enough to make me bristle. “Nikki,”
I forced through my teeth.
I said insincerely.
my hand and jogged down the path without another word.
way of Rochester, NY and several other places before I landed in California. I
live with my husband, dog, daughter, and a demon masquerading as a dog.
I began writing (I know this sounds familiar, over dozens authors state this)
it was an outlet for me. Not only that, I was creating fan fiction before I
knew what fan fiction was. Eventually, my writing evolved into standalone
worlds with standalone characters.
I write across genres (I find it hard to stick to one genre), I do have an
archetype when it comes to the female protagonist — they have to have certain
type of strength, strong convictions, and layered personalities. There will
often be a lot of darkness and depth to my stories, but I don’t see the point
in writing vapid characters who are thrust into “safe” situations.