Key is 0.99!
Hey there,
Key of Cunning is available for 99p/99c until the 19th!
This book is a standalone re-imagining of the French folklore tale of Bluebeard, a super mysterious man who can’t keep a wife for very long before they up and disappear!
My version of the story is contemporary, but just as dark as the original. It’s my darkest book thus far, and my spiciest too.
Here’s a sneak peek:
My mouth was dry, and I couldn’t help gulping down air in a desperate attempt to keep myself from losing control.
‘Breathe, princess.’ His fingers felt smooth on my cheek, and I smiled up at him, even as he loomed over me. ‘I’ve got you.’
‘You promise?’ The words scratched my throat, and a flood of anxiety washed me, as I wondered whether Baron would get mad at me asking something like that. Would find it offensive or disrespectful. His face gave no indication that he was affronted, though.
If anything, his features loosened more, and he gave me a small smile. One that instantly made me feel better. Less anxious and unsure.
‘I promise.’
His kiss on my neck was soft, a gentle caress, and with each kiss he placed on my neck, then along my collarbone, a shiver travelled down my spine. My thighs clenched, and I could feel my wetness, and I worried again whether Baron was about to hurt me, even if he didn’t intend to.
His hand curled under my knee, and my eyes fixed on his as he positioned my leg to the side. I sucked in a breath as he kneeled on the bed, slotting himself into the space between my parted thighs. Everything about him exuded power. Control. Lust. Love. I couldn’t keep up with the different emotions as they flashed in his eyes, clear for me to see.
My skin prickled as his fingertips traced the length of my leg, stopping at the apex of my thigh. A tease. Tantalising and tempting.
Before my brain could catch up with the graze of his fingers on my skin, his body blanketed mine. It was as if he could feel my hesitation. Could feel my brain at war with itself. As if he knew I needed his body close to mine, but didn’t know how to ask for it. Would never ask for it without a prompt or a sign from him first.
He gave me a sexy smile, picking up my hand and linking our fingers, entwining us, so he could place my hands above my head, one after the other.
His lips dropped to mine in the sweetest kiss, lingering for longer than maybe he even imagined.
I knew what came next. I might not have ever experienced it, but I could feel it in the way he moved over my body. The way his lips brushed my skin. The way his erection grew against my stomach. I knew with every fibre of my being that he was about to fuck me. And that I would welcome it. Welcome him.
Until next time,
