In anticipation of the April 30th release of “Avarice Unleashed”, book 3 in the “Hell on Earth” series, I’m spotlighting books 1 and 2! The books can be read for FREE through the Kindle Unlimited program. (Book 2 – Avarice Unforgiving is currently FREE – April 24-28!) My review appears at the bottom of this post – Enjoy!
Avarice (Hell on Earth, Book 1)
Length: 123 pages
Genre: Dark Erotic-BDSM-Paranormal
Cover Art by: Deranged Doctor Design
Edited by: Monique the Editrix
Rating Average: 4.6/5 Stars
It was a permanent note-to-self tattooed right above Kameo Kross’s panties, because anything less was a disappointment. Had anyone cared to issue the warning: Be careful what you wish for, she might have thought twice before wording it like an actual invitation.
Kami doesn’t fear pain, death or eternal damnation. She fears only submitting completely. A matter she usually has well in hand… until an unexpected detour into kink and a relentless bastard of a new boss decide to put all of her resistance–and chosen ink–to the trickiest of tests.
Monday night was book club night. Kami completely forgot about that until the ladies started showing up right around six o’clock. Zoe had spent the afternoon grilling her about her first day on the job, why she’d come home early and what it had been like dining with Owen Cethridge—information and snapshots that were already spread all over the social media sites thanks to the other diners at Delmonico’s. Kami’s name and position at Kress & Wolfe Financial were now e-tabloid fodder, with the speculations running the gamut from the innocent, to the most clichéd of Kami fulfilling the personal aspects of personal assistant quite thoroughly.
We all know M.W. Kress surrounds himself with beautiful women all of the time, so are we really that surprised, ppl? Just look at the rest of his immediate staff!
The best part about book club night? Free wine. Kami wasn’t shy about helping herself to a big glass of Sangria, before escaping to her room. She figured that was fair payment for answering the ladies’ rapid-fire questions on the run. After giving herself time to unwind, she started going back over her notes from the intern interviews. Knowing they’d be combining them with HR in the morning, she wanted to make sure they were both sensible and legible. Blinking up from the paper, she wondered if Jake would also be in on that meeting. Ugh. Lord, help me…
When her phone signaled, Kami narrowed her eyes at the clock. It was two minutes past seven. Seriously? Oh, she knew who it was. It was her Blackberry making noise and there only seemed to be one person on Earth who enjoyed making her life that miserable. Digging it out of her purse, she opened Mr. Kress’s new text.
I’ve finished all I could accomplish for today much earlier than I anticipated, so I’ve renewed our reservations at the Strip House for 8:00.
He was joking, right? Unfortunately, she knew he wasn’t. Though she was learning M.W. Kress was not completely devoid of a sense of humor, it still didn’t mean he ever took on the role of comedian. Hitting the reply button, she pointed out the obvious.
I have nothing to wear to the Strip House and all of the shops are already closed.
Crossing her fingers, she closed her eyes and prayed he would change his mind.
Nothing to worry about, I’ve already taken care of it.
Of course he had. Before she could respond, she heard someone knocking on the front door and her heart dropped to her stomach. No. No… he wouldn’t possibly… shit, the book club! Jumping to her feet, her pulse was thumping in her ears, as she raced out of her bedroom. At the same moment, Zoe swung the front door open and everything seemed to slow to a crawl. The boisterous female chatter dwindled to dead silence, eyes widening and mouths dropping open one by one. Zoe stumbled backwards when M.W. Kress, himself, stepped across the threshold, a garment bag draped over his arm, a shoebox clutched in his hand. His jade gaze scanned over the group of women gathered in the living room and he gave a shallow tilt of his head.
“Ladies,” he greeted.
Kami swore she heard more than one of them whimper like a schoolgirl. Then his eyes were locking right onto hers and it was at that precise moment an evil, self-deprecating part of her decided to meekly whisper: Psst, you’re wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a tank-top, not a skirt and heels. Just thought you should know…
It took all of her willpower not to bare her teeth as she continued forward and took the shoebox from him, then the garment bag. His eyes roamed over her comfy clothes, before returning to her face.
“I’ll wait for you in the car, Miss Kross,” he said, having no problems displaying that devious little smirk now.
“Chicken,” she muttered lowly, giving him a knowing glare.
He flashed another mildly amused look over his shoulder then disappeared around the doorjamb and beyond. Storming over, Kami kicked the door closed.
“Man, forget my book boyfriend, I want that one!” One of the women declared, signaling the end of the group’s silence.
Kami heard her best friend suck in a breath; a preamble to another round of twenty-questions. Pivoting on her heels, she pointed. “Eh-eh. Not a word.”
Tucking the shoebox under her arm, she snatched the glass of wine out of Zoe’s hand and went back to her room.
As much as she would’ve loved to take her sweet ass time just for spite, she couldn’t muster the balls to do it. She reminded herself, yet again, that she had no place feeling put out when she’d willingly signed up for the Always Available clause. That, and when she opened the garment bag to find a sleeveless, virgin wool dress by Armani, she couldn’t wait to put the damn thing on. It was classic black, with a pencil skirt that started about an inch below her breasts and hugged every curve down to mid-thigh. The loose top crossed at the thin belt and flowed over her shoulders, leaving her cleavage bare for all to see. She tried not to think too much about the fact that it fit perfectly, chalking it up to Mr. Kress either having a keen eye or blind luck.
It felt strange taking her hair down, but she looked too much like a woman heading back to the office with it still up, not on her way to dinner. Checking her reflection one last time, Kami took a steadying breath and left her sanctuary to the gasps and catcalls of the book club. Zoe even had her phone at the ready. Giving her an exasperated look, she posed for one shot, making the pixie squeal like an overzealous mom on prom night.
“Girl, you are one fine ass PA,” she complimented.
“Thank you,” Kami accepted, letting her bestie’s natural exuberance seep in, lighten her own mood. “I’m also going to be a fired PA, if I don’t hurry.”
Zoe snorted. “Okay,” she smirked skeptically. “Am I not waiting up?”
“I’m not dignifying that with an answer,” she sang over her shoulder.
Risking the temperamental elevator rather than the sweat-inducing stairs, Kami’s breath caught when the doors slid open to Mr. Kress standing right before her. Again, she found herself trapped in the intensity of his penetrating gaze. The box seemed to shrink in on her when he leaned into it, stopping the doors from closing with his hands while he continued his survey all of the way down her body and up again. Finally, he held one out for her to take. Her insides were already a hot mess. She wanted to blame the wine, but knew that was the only thing keeping her from shaking like a leaf when she placed her hand into his broad, masculine palm.
The feel of it touched along the fringes of her Halloween memories and she prayed she wouldn’t get hit with another new one. That reminded her of his Mr. Cethridge comment prior to dropping her off earlier and she prayed he wouldn’t bring it up again. Which prayer had more odds of failing, she wondered?
Leading her through the small lobby to the limousine, he never once complimented her on how she looked in the dress he’d picked out. He simply continued to stare at her and she hated how much more effective that was than words. Unable to handle the heady, thrumming pulse of her own attraction to him, she was the first to break eye contact once they were settled in the car.
“So, who are we meeting for dinner?” She was curious if it would be another celebrity of the banking world, or someone less conspicuous.
“No one,” he answered at length, forcing her to look at him again. “It’s not a business dinner, Kameo.”
What? The scant amount of courage Kami had scattered to the nearest corners.
“I wanted the opportunity to get to know you better, outside of the office,” he elaborated. “Outside of our professional obligations and settings. Dig a little deeper into that personal character.”
Pulse beating thickly, sluggishly, in her veins, she fell back on sarcasm out of self-preservation. “Yay, another interview.”
His gaze slowly raked over her again. “Don’t worry,” he said in a low voice. “You’ve already passed the most important one.”
No way in hell she was touching that. Not when his voice sounded like it was looking for a chunk of flesh to sink its teeth into. In fact, ever since he’d greeted her at the elevator, his demeanor had carried a note of something a bit raw and primal. Either that or her imagination was in an awfully saucy mood tonight.
Book 2 – Avarice Unforgiving is currently FREE!
August 22, 2016
I Love Puzzles!
I was drawn into Avarice from the start. Kameo Kross is an incomplete puzzle. From the tragic circumstances surrounding her birth, to her obsession with Halloween, to her tattoo that throws down the gauntlet and issues a provocative challenge. We have several pieces of the puzzle – but none of them fit together. Kami’s submissive nature leads her on a still unfulfilled search for the ultimate…? Even she can’t put a name on what she’s looking for, but knows she’ll know when she finds it. But WHY does she feel this thirst for pain? Does her birth make her feel unworthy? Is she punishing herself for living?
Kami’s Halloween tryst with ‘Bull Man’ makes me anxious. Why can’t she remember what happened? Why does she only have flashes of that night at certain times? She also doesn’t remember exchanging numbers with Master D, but eagerly rushes to an evening of submission with him. Then there’s MW Kress – evidently God’s gift to the world of finance, and all things male and dominant. His reasons for hiring Kami made me immediately dislike him, and that 24/7 required availability sent my fertile mind into overdrive! Now he’s getting up close and personal and looking forward to the end of her probation? Um, why pray tell? What’s his game? And is there a connection between Kress, Master D and Bull Man? Will Kami’s roommate, Zoe, give in to temptation and tell all with a social media blast? What does Kami TRULY want? (I know I want a drink!)
Um, Kami’s last visit to see Master D – WTH? I cringed through most of it…and I couldn’t stop reading! Love how Kami got pissed off and ballsy…but I did not see that ending coming! Hopefully though, I’ll see BOOK TWO soon! *Nods to author*
A strong, well developed plot with complex characters challenges the reader to complete this puzzle, and you definitely have your work cut out for you.