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Fractured Fantasies Volume 5
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Under the dangerous blanket of night, fantasies are fulfilled with dark passion and wicked intent. Beware the shadows that pulse with teasing temptation and offer endless, erotic promise. Worship the flesh but remember that innocence hides infatuation and feeding the need for sexual satisfaction often ends in biting off more than you can chew.
Book One –Payment in Full
A shady, cheating husband kept on a short leash by his domineering wife finds his savior in the form of sexy professional hit woman. Despite her vow to never mix business with pleasure, can Ivy keep her eye on the target and her finger on the trigger when plans change the need for profit into passion?
Book Two – Miss Lougenia's Laundry Mat
Sinful secrets don't hold water when a prodigal sister finds her way home after years away. Mired deep in the fiction of her own life, Deborah's uncontrollable desire for a past indiscretion is set to darken and dampen the best of intentions. Can the enigmatic Miss Lougenia help her wash away the cloudy stains of her bleak soul?
Book Three – The Caravan
A married couple on their way home from a costume party find themselves trapped in a nightmarish no man's land with no help and no idea of how they arrived. Determined to escape, they are thwarted by their own rising and unexplainable lust in the midst of this dark mystery. Will their passion save or slay them?
So much blood!
How could a body hold that much?
The woman held the knife, twisting it in the murky, pale light coming from the hotel room's bathroom.
Crimson liquid dripped from the jagged blade, the rusted hilt bearing a few tiny smudges as well. Her hand throbbed with the vicious slice across her palm.
She could already see a pool of darkening blood growing around the naked form of the prone male figure on the carpet. He'd fallen to his knees, face split into a grin that arced in a sickly way, never making it to his shadowed, dulling eyes.
He was quite dead.
Why had he laughed at her?
He shouldn't have done that.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Taking a deep breath, she ran to the bathroom and threw up, emptying the food and drink they'd shared earlier. Ripping off her bloody clothing, she raced back and tossed them atop his body, yanking all the sheets off the bed and piling them over him as well. Using a pillowcase, she wiped down all the things she remembered touching in the room before adding it to the pile as well. That done, she took a hot, steaming shower, scalding her skin and flushing it deep red. Scurrying to the table by the curtained window, she dug out an outfit from her suitcase and dressed quickly, cursing when her hand banged the damn thing and broke open the cut once more. Wrapping a small towel around it, she gathered the rest of her things and threw them into her bag, setting it next to the door along with her luggage.
Calmly, she let herself out of the room, propping it open with her bag before looking around to make sure there was no one lingering in the corridor. Scurrying to his battered pick-up truck and grabbing up the small gas can she'd seen earlier, she shook it, hearing the slosh of liquid. She turned and ran back into the hotel room.
Unscrewing the container lid, she doused the bed and the man with gasoline, walking backwards slowly until she felt the door at her back. Tossing the can aside, she picked up her bag and rummaged through it until she found the pack of matches. With shaking hands, she ripped one off and scraped it over the striking surface. It lit instantly, the smell of powdered glass, red phosphorus, neutralizer and carbon black filling her head.
Another glance at the dead man and then she tossed the lit match onto the liquid trail she'd made, grunting as a whoosh of fire exploded at her feet, the scalding heat burning the flesh of her face. A ringing scream ripped through the air, a wall of flame surrounding her as she inhaled pure fire...
Born on the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous, Torie is the illegitimate love child of Han Solo and Daenerys Targaryen. Rescued by Gandalf shortly before her home planet was destroyed in the last days of the Clone Wars, she was raised in relative obscurity by her foster parents, Severus Snape and Pippi Longstocking. At the tender age of 113, she inherited the best little whorehouse in Texas and is rumored to be bringing Sexy Back. A self confessed chocoholic, she's been engaged to Willy Wonka despite gossip surrounding a lifelong affair with Bruce Wayne.
And clearly, she practices delusion on a daily basis.
The truth is, I'm just an overgrown kid with a vivid imagination who loves to write and share my crazy with the world. My future plans include, hopefully, buying a lovely Scottish castle and convincing Queen Elizabeth I that I'd make a fab addition to the Royal Family.
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