Alright guys, you asked I answered. Part 2 of my #shortstorychallenge is coming at you now. If you didn’t read part 1 you can find it here, https://stephaniennorris.wordpress.com/…/short-story-chall…/
*****WARNING Adult content ahead. Reader discretion is advised**** Here we go!
The knocks on the door came in rapid succession. Celine tilted her head slightly towards the door but made no effort to answer it. Looking back to the ceiling, she allowed her thoughts to float into space. Two weeks had passed since her first kill in five years; breaking the vow she’d made to her husband on their anniversary night. It was a necessary death, but that’s not what haunted her. There were only two men she loved more than life itself. Her husband Alan Brigg’s and her handler Brian Devareaux.
When she was only a young girl, death found her father as he worked at the construction site he faithfully went to each day and her mother had fallen victim to the harsh Chicago streets. After watching her mother prostitute herself for whatever drug she was on at the time, it became routine for her to seek men out for a quick payday once she was on her own. When she found her first trick, reality set in fast.
Celine couldn’t go through with it. But he was unrelenting, pulling her into an alley, beating her senseless. When he thought she was weak enough to take advantage of, he ripped her panties and pulled out his soft, raggedy, uncircumcised dick trying with fitful plunges to penetrate her untouched vagina. When the blade slid across his neck, he never saw it coming. It was the first time she laid eyes on Brian. His mountainous frame stood over them with menacing eyes. He tossed the trick to the side and held his hand out to her. Everything else was history.
Brian became her one and only, teaching her how to shoot with every gun known to man. He gained her trust and she fell in love, losing her virginity to him.
But Brian was not a man to be loved. He was ruthless, mischievous and cold to everyone around him but her. In his line of business, he had to be. She watched many women come and go. Making it no secret that he wasn’t interested in being monogamous with her or anyone else. Celine prospered, her skills behind the trigger grew sharper by the day. Soon enough, she became his most valuable asset and the only hitman he used when needed.
On the day she set her eyes on Alan, her whole world changed. He was too good to be true. Attentive, compassionate, disarming. She used to pinch herself sometimes to make sure he was real. Alan became her best friend. She divulged all her deepest, darkest, secrets to him. Still, he accepted her, asking for her hand in marriage. But there was one stipulation. She had to put down her vices and leave the world of guns, violence, drugs and Brian.
It wasn’t easy, but giving those things up was for the better. For five years, they lived in whimsical bliss. Then one night during dinner, Alan gripped his chest and fell to the floor. Hours later they found out he suffered with severe systolic heart failure. He would need a heart transplant and selling the house wouldn’t be enough to fund it.
When Celine was able to acquire the funds after Devon’s death, she was all too happy to pay Alan’s doctor bills and have the procedure done. The doctors wasted no time in operating, but Alan never made it out of the operating room. Something about his body rejecting the implant. Celine couldn’t remember what he said. Her mind went blank.
The rapping at the door was more incessant and volatile. Whoever was beating against it was about to take the hinges off. With renewed frustration, she tossed her arm back gripping the handgun that lay next to her head and pounced off the bed.
“What!” she said swinging open the door. Surprise didn’t register on her face at the person standing across the threshold. Her hand fell to her side taking the gun off him. She attempted to slam the door, but his foot stuck out rejecting the dismissal. Celine pivoted on her heels, “How did you find me?” She stumbled back to the bed and fell on her knees in front of a silver tray laced with cocaine.
“How long did you think you could hide from me?” Brian said stepping into the dusty motel room. His eyes perused the wilted wallpaper that sagged down the walls, to the crooked blinds that bent and hung uneven in the lone windowsill, to the silver tray she stuffed her face in. He reached down and flung the tray against the wall.
“What do you think you’re doing!” She yelled.
He clenched his jaw, “I know you’re in pain, Celine…”
“What do you know about my pain?!” She glowered at him rising to her feet. “Where were you when I put up my house and was left on my ass in the streets?!” Her hands pushed against his firm chest. “Where were you when my brother in law extorted sex from me in order to pay my husband’s hospital bills?!” She pushed him again. “Where were you when the south side boys sent their goons after me to get to you?!”
She balled her fist and swung at his face.
He caught her wrists, but she fought him with all the strength she had. He bent her arms behind her back as she struggled against him. “Get off me!” she screamed, “I hate you!” Tears rolled down her face her scuffle insistent.
“Listen to me!”
He lifted her small frame releasing her arms pinning her against the wall. “You wanted me to go away remember! You were the one who removed yourself from my life, not me!”
“I hate you!” She cried with tears streaming faster now. She pushed against him and he recaptured her arms pinning them over her head. “Calm down!”
Her body betrayed her, reacting to his rigid erection that pushed against her belly. Her mind told her to fight, but her body told a different story. He could sense it too. It was no use trying to ignore it, especially with her legs wrapped around his waist wearing only a panty and bra set. He crushed his mouth to hers and she bit back on his lips drawing blood. “Shit!” he screamed pulling back.
He put both her wrists in the palm of one of his hands while he removed his belt and unzipped his pants. Without warning he slid the thin material to the side and submerged his engorged length into her.
“Son of a bitch!” She screamed lunging for his neck. Her fangs dug into his flesh and he made her pay for it in the most wonderful way.
“Do you still hate me now?”
“Yes!” she hissed.
They rocked against the wall and he released her wrists to grab a firm hold on her thighs. She slapped him against his face but it didn’t disturb him. He bent his head sucking in a distended nipple as he pummeled into her. A high pitched moan escaped her lips, “I…still…hate…you…” she panted, “You…son…of…a…bitch…” His thrusts tore into her causing a ripping orgasm to cream down his shaft.
“Shit!” he yelled yielding to his own release. He buckled, placing Celine on her feet.
“Move,” she said pushing him just enough to disconnect from him. She staggered to the window trying to catch her breath. It was no secret that he brought out the animal in her and she hated herself for wanting more of him.
From behind her she heard his zipper, “When I found out about the south side boys coming after you, I sent them a message they can’t ignore. Trust me when I tell you, it’s taken care of. And another thing, I found out that one of the doctors on your husband’s team may have been on their payroll.”
Celine whipped around eyes wide. “What are you saying?”
His dark eyes peered at her, “I think you know.”
Rage unlike anything she’d ever felt before stimulated her nerve endings.
“I’m taking care of that too,” he said.
“No,” she snarled. “I’ll take care of it!”
–Beautiful Assassin the full novel coming to a kindle and paperback near you.
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Hola, how are you this lovely day? Good I hope. I’m going to talk a little bit about some new releases coming up for Love Is A Drug, Ink. If you’re new to my blog that’s my publishing company. I only publish my works and Love Is A Drug, Ink is my imprint. I write romance, drama, and suspense. Moving along, first we have The Keys to My soul.
Cassandra Callahan has always been guided by her strong desire for success, not only for herself, but for others as well. Being a professor affords her the opportunity to help her undergraduates get a head start for achievement in their futures. But when she meets Ceazar Smith, the father of one of her students, her focus abruptly changes. Her desire for him is so strong that she turns into a sexy siren whenever he’s near. The uncontrollable force of lust puts her in a situation that she is helpless to pull herself out of, and it could possibly be her undoing.
Attorney Ceazar Smith and his wife of twenty-one years, Samantha, are partners at Smith and Smith Associates, LLC. Their marriage has been on the rocks for several years, but things recently took a turn for the better. However, when Ceazer meets Professor Cassandra Callahan, unexpected sparks fly, and before long, he finds himself in a position to lose it all. The confident charismatic attorney is brought to his knees whenever their paths cross, and he can’t help but feel it’s all worth the risk.
I wrote this book this book with a co-writer, Author Keith A. Bennett. More information about this author and pre-order links can be found at http://www.thekeystomysoul.com. The release date is set for the first quarter of 2017.
Right behind this release comes An Unfortunate Accident. This book is geared more towards crime/thriller but it centers around a married couple celebrating their eight year anniversary. This story is controversial and I almost didn’t release it, but it’s a story that must be told. Yes, it is fiction. It actually came to me in a dream and was so intense that I had to write it down.
Nathan and Renee Johnson are more in love now than they were on their wedding day. Their careers have sky-rocketed and the move to Cleveland Ohio five years ago was their best move. However, on the night of their eight-year anniversary, Nathan and Renee’s lives changed forever. Leaving one of their favorite restaurants, tipsy and looking forward to an extensive night of passionate sex, a startling cry in the darkness captured their attention. Drawn to the sound, they discovered a crime in progress. Caught up in the horror of it all, the couple take out their cell phones and started recording. To their dismay, they’re spotted by the perpetrator and he goes after them with a vengeance.
At day break, the magnitude of everything they witnessed hits the couple full force. They noticed the vehicle sitting outside the gates of their two-story Tudor style home the night before. Quickly, things around them start to change. With their lives in danger, the couple goes through anything necessary to keep their family safe. The cost weighs so heavy that they may not survive it.
This book will also be released in the first quarter of 2017. Watch out for pre-order links! There will be multiple giveaways going on within the next three months be on the lookout. If you’re not connected with my newsletter you should sign up as most of the giveaways will be for subscribers only! Sign up below.
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Hola! Welcome to this week’s Risky Retreat! Here you can find a teaser of the romance, drama, and suspense that flow through my pages when I write. Even though this is only a teaser, it will still feed your need to read. Some of these stories are coming soon, some are available now and some are simply free short stories I wanted to share with you! Enjoy and don’t forget to check back in two weeks for the next Risky Retreat!
Until My Last Breath (Trouble In Paradise Book 4)
The day had been long and exhausting. Caroline sat in her office chair, legs crossed, bouncing her pointy toe heels. The back and forth flights from Chicago to Atlanta were making her exhausted. She’d done this so frequently that she now had enough frequent flyer miles to use to catch flights without using her credit card on file. In her thoughts Caroline pondered on Greg and the interesting morning they had. She wondered if he was serious about the things he said. A girl could hope, right? A part of her told her he was full of it and just telling her what she wanted to hear so he could get Victoria out of there safe and sound, but that would never happen. Even if he was serious, she would never let Victoria live where there was a chance she could come around and snatch him away again. Caroline had made that mistake on more than one occasion. She wouldn’t make it again.
Since being out of the psych ward she’d pick up a few bad habits. One being the pack of cigarettes in the inside pocket of her Vera Wang handbag. She tried not to smoke unless she was done with business. Nobody wanted to be around a walking ashtray all day, and she’d known from personal experience how unpleasant it was to sit next to someone who’d just taken a cigarette break.
Her phone buzzed and her assistant came through. “Mrs. Banks, you have a visitor.”
Caroline straightened up and stood to her feet. She checked her schedule to make sure she didn’t forget a client, but there weren’t any other appointments. She buzzed her assistant back.
“Pick up,” she said through the loud speaker. Caroline held the receiver to her mouth, “Who is it?” she said.
“He said his name is Mr. Faragosse,” she said.
Caroline froze. “First name, please,” she responded.
“Brandon,” her assistant replied.
Caroline dropped down into her seat. She hadn’t heard from Brandon Faragosse in a year, she wondered what he was doing here now.
“Send him in,” she said.
She quickly removed the mirror from her second drawer and checked her reflection. Confident that her look was on point, she replaced it no sooner than the mahogany double doors to her office opened, and in walked a sexy specimen of a man. Six foot two inches of dark skin, low fade, full beard, moist full lips, and dark brown eyes. Caroline crossed her legs letting her eyes roam the full length of him.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” she asked.
He smiled. “The pleasure is all mine,” he responded. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
Caroline’s eyebrows lifted. “Is that so?” She watched his eyes assess her, moving from her curls to her lips, neck, and down her blouse. “Why don’t you have a seat,” she said.
“Don’t mind if I do.” He sat down and relaxed in his chair.
“So what can I do for you?”
“I’m glad you asked.” He paused. “I thought maybe we could get to know each other again. I miss talking to you, and more than anything I miss our midday office flings.”
Caroline grinned and shook her head up and down. “Yes, those were some good times, but you know I was a woman on a mission then. I needed you, and you wanted me, so we we’re looking out for each other,” she said.
He tipped his head forward in agreement, “I think we still could be of service to each other.”
“I have a problem with an inmate who needs to get an early release. In order for that to happen she’ll need to have a professional on the stand tell the jury that she’s been evaluated and holds no threat to society. I figured since we’ve done this before you’d be willing to do it again.”
Caroline held the smile on her face. She stood and rounded the desk, once in front of him she perched her booty on the front of it and crossed her legs at the ankles. This man had lost his mind. He seemed so sure of himself too. It was too bad.
“That was a one time deal,” she said.
He also stood, coming face to face with her. He smelled of peppermint and oozed masculinity. Caroline was very aware of his closeness and was not naïve to his hypnotic lure. “I understand that, but it doesn’t need to be,” he said. “Besides, I have something you want.” He grabbed her arms and ran his hands down them to her wrists turning her full circle pulling her backside into his center.
Charmed, Caroline said, “Proceed.” She couldn’t imagine what he could possibly have that she would want, well she could think of a thing or too. A rumble wouldn’t be so bad. She could definitely use the tryst but it wouldn’t be enough to put her neck on the line.
“Let’s just say I’ll make sure,” his lips touched her neck, his tongue tracing up to her ears, “no one ever finds out about those two women you have chained up in your basement.” Chills ran throughout her whole being. She jerked away instantly almost falling over her own two feet trying to get away from him. “You know,” he said, “you can get Alexis to do it, she’s got the credentials too. It shouldn’t be too hard since you’ve got her wrapped around your little fingers.”
Caroline was completely disturbed. “You can’t be serious. Blackmail, that’s what you’ve got?”
Brandon tipped his head in agreement. “We don’t have to call it blackmail, we can just call it a business deal. After all, blackmail is when you’re threatening someone. I wouldn’t threaten you, Caroline, because I know I don’t need to. You’re a good friend and I know you would want what’s best for the both of us. Moreover, I’d be willing to be of some assistance if you needed me. Now that doesn’t sound like blackmail, does it?”
“What is in it for you? Is this person another one of your bed bugs?”
Brandon laughed. “I would be offended, but you are so cute when you’re feisty.” He went to her and caressed her face. She jerked away. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her in hard, holding on to her tight. Their feet did a dance, backing up until he was pressing her against her windowsill. “I’ve always enjoyed this view from your office,” he said. “It’s nice to see it again. You should really appreciate it more often.”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked. “What have I ever done to you?”
“Oh, come on now, is what I’m doing really so bad? I mean when you wanted to be rid of Victoria, did you not hire me to do the same thing I’m asking you to do. Put your neck on the line. Did I not get rid of the evidence you needed so that Danielle’s charges could be dropped and she be released to wreak havoc on Victoria’s life? I did all you asked honey, and I didn’t bat an eye about it, did I?”
“I also paid you, not blackmailed you,” she said.
“Would you rather have payment? I’d be more than happy to pay you.”
“You know I don’t need the money,” she growled. He kissed her lips and she tried to bite him.
He laughed. “Woo hoo, feisty!” he said. “I figured you would say you didn’t need the money. Besides, you only paid me five thousand dollars. That wasn’t nearly enough for what I did.”
“Oh, please, you got your fill of her, didn’t you?” He raised an eyebrow, “Oh what, you thought I didn’t know? Please. Every chance you got you were rolling in the sack with her, and I was giving you more than money anyway. Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” she said.
“On the contrary, I did like it, as a matter of fact I loved it. Tell you what, just name your price. Do you want money? Or do you want me?” He licked his tongue out, tasting her lips.
His breath warm, sending chills across her skin. Although he was blackmailing her, he was still a force to be reckoned with. When they’d had their affair it was the most exhilarated she’d ever felt before, except of course, with Greg. She thought about his proposition. She didn’t really have a choice.
“And if I say no?” she tried him.
He pulled back slightly to study her face. “Come on now, don’t make me beg,” he said. He resumed kissing her neck moving to her shoulders. Slowly he unbutton her blouse. He kissed down her neckline to her breast. He drop to one knee and unzipped the back of her skirt. She grabbed his hands his gaze piercing through her. “Don’t stop me, you know you want this.”
Lord help her, she did want it, but she couldn’t let him know that. Not just yet anyway. She stepped away from him. “How do you know about the two women in the basement anyway?”
“Are we back to square one?” He asked standing back to his feet.
“I never asked you,” she said.
“I didn’t think you needed to. Come on you know I’m good at what I do. I watch people, that’s how I’m able to be where I need to be when I need to be there. That’s how I’m able to make moves and get what I want.” He was back in her face now, “That’s how I know about the two women in your basement, that’s how I know about Alexis Patrice, that’s how I know that you’ve got two men in your attic. I see, I watched, and I know,” he whispered into her ear. “You know, I can’t believe you’re still after him. After all this time you’d think you’d be tired of the chase by now. I mean, either he loves you or not—
She slapped him hard. “Don’t pretend to act like you know what’s going on in my life.” She sneered. He’d hit a nerve and she wasn’t having it.
He put his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t come here to fight with you. Nowhere near it. I just came to get your help and maybe give you something in return.”
He stepped back in her face. “I will never understand how any man could turn his back on a beautiful, educated, successful woman as yourself. The man must be blind, crazy and confused.”
“Didn’t you get enough of me the first time?” she said.
“Never. Anyway, you were done with me before I was done with you, so I’ve got some built up frustration.” She stood with her back to him. He turned her around. “Listen, I need this done next week. Thursday to be exact.”
“Thursday!” she said. “That is too soon, I have appointments, clients,” she said.
“I know. I wish I could’ve had the chance to get to you sooner, but it’s okay. You can stand to cancel an appointment or two. I’ll be calling you Monday, but if you need me sooner,” he pulled out a business card and placed it on her desk, “you know how to contact me.”
Brandon grabbed her throat forcefully and shoved his tongue in her mouth. She fell off balance and he made sure to tighten his hold on her. Finishing her off, he sucked her lips in his mouth. He backed up, winked, and strolled out of the office.
Caroline didn’t know whether to be mad, horny, or irritated. She was starting to think it was a combination of all three.
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Coming this month from Love Is A Drug, Ink is the finale to the Trouble In Paradise series Until My Last Breath. This romantic suspense story closes the chapter on Victoria and Joshua’s love story as well as their friends Dante and Shay, Caroline and Greg, and their nemesis Danielle. If you’ve never read Trouble In Paradise, I insist that you do so before picking up this book! The series is as follows;
The finale picks up right were For Better and Worse left off. Check out the book blurb;
In the finale of the Trouble in Paradise series, Victoria finds herself in the worst position of all, hanging by her wrists in the basement of Caroline’s three story house. She knew that her own actions had sealed her fate and landed her in this position, but how will she survive it? After seeking help to get past his many infidelities, Joshua goes on the hunt for Victoria when he receives a cryptic telephone call from her. Instantly, he rushes to her rescue, but will he be too late?
Danielle’s misery becomes unbearable when her efforts to reach out to Joshua fail. Instead of going after him with vengeance, she falls into a deep depression. Her best friend, January, tries to pull her out of her funk when a person from January’s past resurfaces, determined to steal her heart again.
Have these couples finally hit rock bottom or will they fight for love until their last breath?
Until My Last Breath releases this month June 28, 2016. Be the first to get your copy and pre-order today.