Title: Hero
Author: Leighton Del Mia
Genre: Dark Erotica, Standalone
Expected Release Date: February 27, 2014
Cover Designer: Cover It! Designs
Photographer: Scott Hoover Photography
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
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Synopsis
Calvin
Parish
They call
me Hero.
I defend.
I
protect.
I ask for nothing in return, and
that makes me good.
Doesn’t it?
That which
makes me the ultimate predator also feeds dark impulses I’ve learned to
control—until I bring her too close. For years I’ve watched her from afar, but
what started out as duty has become obsession.
Cataline
Ford
I work
hard.
I play by the rules.
I’m content.
My
scars are quiet and invisible, and that keeps me hidden.
Doesn’t it?
One
fateful walk home, I’m taken by someone I didn’t know I should fear. Captive
and afraid, nobody will tell me why I’m confined to this hauntingly beautiful
mansion. I’m given everything; I have nothing. He takes what he needs from me,
and for that I hate him. But I might have loved him once.
And just
because you’re reading this doesn’t mean I survive him.
Excerpt
Because
I’m lost in my thoughts, I don’t hear Cataline enter the room. Her tight black
dress cuts across her mid-thighs, and her cleavage teases from a plummeting
neckline. She’s done her makeup for probably the second time since arriving at
the mansion.
“What is
this?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“What?”
Jasmine
drifts under my nose as she walks away from me to her seat.
“I told
you not to dress up for dinner.”
“I thought
you’d like it,” she says, lowering herself gracefully into the chair. Her back
is straight as a rod, and her fingers are laced. “You don’t?”
Norman
decorates the table with food as I stare Cataline down. He clears his throat.
“For dinner, we have—”
“Leave
us.”
He pauses.
Though my eyes are still fastened on Cataline, I know he’s watching me as he
bows his head. “As you wish, sir.”
I stand
and slowly walk the line of the long table. My footsteps echo through the hall,
appropriately menacing. I’ve just come from a burning building but am back in
my suit and tie to maintain appearances. And my ridiculous glasses, which I
remove and toss aside. She’ll believe I’ve just returned from the office. When
I’m standing over her, she tugs up the neckline of the dress and blinks at me.
I resist smirking as she tucks hair behind her ear twice.
“Well,”
she says, “aren’t we going to eat?”
“I’m going
to eat.”
“I’m not?”
“As far as
I’m concerned, there’s only one meal at this table, and it’s you.”
My ears
pick up her slow swallow, my eyes the curl of her hands in her lap. “That
sounds like a threat,” she says quietly.
I bend
over, flatten one hand on the table and wrap the other around the arm of her
chair. “It’s not. This is a threat: if you’re not naked and spread out on this
table in two seconds, I’m going to spank you so hard, you won’t know up from
down.”
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