How are my sweetlings doing? Well after over a year of no writing I’m making up for lost time. I’ve spent the last 18 days writing Loving Sadem, the sequel to Loving Misery. Loving Misery was over 75000 words long, and Loving Sadem is over 86000 words long, which is why this story continues in separate books or they’d just be mammoth!
If you haven’t picked up Loving Misery then let me give you a brief overview. Holly Doherty works in a club/bar, and her boss Sean Farrell has made no bones about his interest in her, except he’s a sadist, into BDSM, and he’s more than nasty – so she’s not been keen on crossing that bridge. She’s proudly a goth girl and when a goth band play at Sadem, Holly falls chin first for the lead singer Jared Jones. It’s wild, raw, potent, their chemistry off the charts, but slowly Sean is worming his way under her skin, using one night with her to completely blow her mind. She’s gripped with her Sean obsession all while loving Jared. It’s paramount you read this installment before picking up today’s new release, Loving Sadem.
Loving Sadem has Holly living with Sean because of the media hunting after her because of Jared. Now that he has her alone he messes with her mind, and now she’s dating both Sean AND Jared. It’s breaking Jared, Sean’s in his element, and Holly is becoming more confused by the second. When the two of them take her to a SubClub something in Holly snaps, she’s lost herself, destroying Jared, but there’s always Deacon ready to dive in and protect her. This is one VERY raunchy novel, so strap in (harhar), and get on-board for a wild ride. And yes, I’m thinking we have to have a book 3!
Loving Sadem is now available from Amazon HERE. Here’s a little snippet for you ;)
He lifts me up, carrying me to the kitchen counter, then opens the fridge door, leaving it open, grabbing jello shots, popping them open and shoving me back, forcing me to lie down on cold marble, my naked skin reacting, a harsh hiss escaping between my teeth. The cold jello is emptied into my navel and he’s smearing it all over me, pushing off my bra with impatience, and then his hot mouth is on my skin again, giving relief, giving comfort, warning me that Jared has an itch to scratch and he’s not going to stop until we both have the rash.
Then he’s standing straight, running, vaulting over furniture to slide the glass doors wide open, yelling, “If you trespass one more time I swear to God I’m going to shoot you!”
And he’s sprinting back inside, yanking open a drawer in the lounge, pulling out a Glock and cycling a bullet into the chamber.
Sitting up, arms folded over boobs, the two of us a mess, me with green jello smeared all over me, I’m staring at three men with cameras, zooming in on me.
Instantly I drop and roll, hiding behind the under-counter cabinets, listening to Jared going ballistic, shooting into the posh reverence of a Sunday in snobville.
The phone starts ringing and I scramble across the kitchen floor to snatch it off the cradle, my voice quaking, “Hello?”
“Holly?” says Sean, sounding shocked.
“Yes,” I nod.
“Is that Jared shooting?”
“The cops will be there in five. I’ll be right over.”
He hangs up and I slide down with my legs straight out, quivering, listening to Jared bellow, “Fuck off!”
I’m hiding but sneak a peek, just to spot Jared vaulting over the log railing, chasing someone down.
A door slams and I begin to lose my composure. This is manic! Footsteps run toward me and my skin’s crawling with fear, and then I’m looking up at Sean, his gaze scouring my breasts, taking in the jello smeared on me, and he scowls, “Where is he?”
I point outside, “Chasing someone.”
“For fuck’s sake get dressed Holly, they’ll probably arrest him again.”
“I can’t,” I blurt.
“Why not?!” Sean sounds impatient.
“I erm, we, it got messy.”
“Fer chrissake, Holly!” He yanks his shirt off, handing it to me, snapping, “Get to my place. Now! You don’t want to be here for this.”
Pulling his shirt on I just nod, my heart racing, watching him run outside and hurdle the railing, hunting down his brother before he can be charged with manslaughter.
I run the way Sean came, finding a front door, pulling it open and rushing through, slamming it behind me as I run up a flight of garden steps to street level, then sprint up the hill as fast as I can to Sean’s.
Turning as I reach his open garage doors, I look back down the hill toward Jared’s. Sirens are approaching, the black van is taking off in a screech of tires, and I spy Sean catching Jared, wrestling the gun out of his hand, and Jared decks him.
Sean doesn’t give, he tackles Jared, flipping him karate style, body locking him to the ground. Jared’s throwing punches and Sean’s fighting to keep control.
The black van skids to a halt, reversing, doing an untidy handbrake turn to hurtle back towards me, a camera out the window as they catch the tussle between Sean and Jared, and then the telephoto lens is aiming at me.
I don’t hesitate, I run for Sean’s elevator, diving in and hitting the buttons, jamming them over and over, the doors finally closing when a man rolls out to catch another photo of me. Gunshots hit the air and the van gets a flat tire, the man on the ground scrambling inside Sean’s garage, rolling under his car to hide.
Then I’m sealed inside the metal coffin, going down.
My heart is trying to break out of my chest, my breath juddering in and out in shocked gasps.
Tapping my pockets I find my cell phone, yanking it out, my hands trembling so much I have tears of frustration to get the blasted thing to work, hitting dial.
Sean grunts, “What!”
“There’s a man under your car in the garage.”
“Not now, Holly!” and the phone goes dead.
The doors slide open and my eyes widen. Oh my god! Sean’s bedroom! This is like finding the holy grail the first time you use a Ouija board.
Curiosity pulls me forward and I stand on the plush charcoal carpet, surveying a spacious room with wide double bed dressed in pinstripes of black and gray, all furnishings black lacquer, candelabra on the suede painted walls, creeping forward to see a walk in closet, two en-suite bathrooms, and a black door covered in medieval studs.
My heart’s pounding harder now than it did exposed to gunfire, sneaking across the space between the bed and chairs, trying the door handle on the ominous door.
I know what’s in there. I know.
That’s the vampire’s crypt, where he feeds his darkest appetites, where my mind has strayed for two weeks.
Loving a rock star isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Hunted by the paparazzi, caught at home in a compromising position, Jared goes after them, unleashing bullets into the silence of a Sunday morning. With life spiralling out of control Jared is arrested, Holly is sequestered inside Sean’s home six doors away, and finally the connection between the two flares to life, burning every bridge.
Now Holly is caught in the darkest web lust can spin, finding herself in a ménage, inside a BDSM club, while every action sends Jared into a deeper spiral than the last. Wearing slave bracelets, accused of being a hooker in the tabloids, with naked photos of her flying across the internet, she’s unravelling.
The marriage proposal changes everything, but it means hurting someone. The maelstrom of heartache and lust boils a cauldron of damage, the question is which one of them will break?
And if you need book 1, just click on the cover to redirect to Amazon, it’s only 99c
Angels! I’ve been locked away writing novels and have a wonderful surprise for you. My new novel Loving Misery has just hit the Amazon bookshelves. It’s published using my other author name, so please do check it out if you’re pining for a dark dose of debauchery. Keep reading, there is a taste of it at the end.
Working for a sadist is challenging for Holly, but her life becomes intolerable once she meets Jared Jones, the lead singer of the Goth-rock group Misery. One night with Jared unlocks something unholy within her, but when Jared has to leave to spend six days in the recording studio all hell breaks loose for Holly.
Making one lustful mistake after another Holly doubts her character, integrity, and future. Sean is obsessed with her to such a degree that she is his fetish, his wicked ways calling to her weaknesses, her ‘buddy’ Deacon offers normalcy and safety, but in the end she has to decide if she can truly have gain without pain. To some, these two are one and the same.
She loves misery, and Misery loves her.
This novel is a Goth girl rockstar romance. Strictly adults only.
Look inside ;)