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
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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