Meet Me In The Dark (A Dark Suspense) by JA Huss
Publication Date: April 15, 2015
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
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Publication Date: April 15, 2015
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
MEET ME IN THE DARK IS A STANDALONE, romantic suspense novel ON SALE NOW:
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He’s empty, inhuman, dishonest, and cruel.
She’s never wanted anyone more. Sydney has lived in fear for eight years after freelance assassin, Merc, failed to rescue her from a cult-like militia group. Left in the hands of a sadistic man, she did whatever it took to survive. But Merc’s last words gave her hope. Hope he’d be back to finish the job. After Merc is betrayed by her father, Sydney becomes his target. He wields sex, drugs, lies, and love like weapons. Merc knows just what to do with a fearful girl like Sydney. He’s in control. He’s always in control. But Sydney Channing is not what she appears. And Merc’s only redeeming act—the very one that made Sydney’s life a living hell—might just be his worst mistake yet. WARNING: Meet Me In The Dark is a STANDALONE, non-traditional, DARK ,CAPTIVE ROMANTIC SUSPENSE. It is not intended for sensitive readers. |
Excerpt One
She whimpers and that little noise makes me even harder.
“You’re pretty. Garrett never told you that?”
She shakes her head.
“Well, he’s a dick. Your face is like an angel’s. And your hair, fuck.” I laugh a little and she takes a deep breath. “I’ve pictured you on top of me and that long, dark hair of yours dragging across my chest as you fuck me from the top so many times.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I swear to God, I did. You’ve got a hot fucking body too.” I place my palm on her ribs again, only this time I let it slide down, tracing the line of her waist and then the curve of her hip.
My hands go to her jeans and they are unbuttoned before she has a chance to protest. And then I lift her shirt up by the edges of the hem. Slowly. Looking down at her breasts as I do it. When the fabric releases her nipples I feel a little anticipation.
“I’d like to show you my best work, Sydney Channing. And make you forget your first time. Replace that night with this one. Nothing can be taken back. But you can replace the bad stuff with something else.” I shrug. “That’s all I got, sorry.”
She says nothing. So I lift her shirt over her head and drop it on the floor. “Take off your pants.” She bites her lip and I’m about to yank them down her legs at the sight of it. I control myself though and let her do it her way. She wiggles a few times, her hips moving back and forth, and we are so close this makes her rub against me in all the right ways. They finally drop to the floor and I take her hand as she steps out of them.
“You’re more than pretty, Syd. Your body is so much more than hot.” And it is. In this low golden light, with the backdrop of the windows on all sides, she is perfection. “I’ve always known it. I’ve always seen you in a sexual way. I’ve always wanted you.”
She looks like she might cry, so I put my finger to her lips and murmur, “Shhh. Just close your eyes and let yourself feel happy for a little bit. Forget the past. Forget tomorrow. Forget everything except right now.”
She whimpers and that little noise makes me even harder.
“You’re pretty. Garrett never told you that?”
She shakes her head.
“Well, he’s a dick. Your face is like an angel’s. And your hair, fuck.” I laugh a little and she takes a deep breath. “I’ve pictured you on top of me and that long, dark hair of yours dragging across my chest as you fuck me from the top so many times.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I swear to God, I did. You’ve got a hot fucking body too.” I place my palm on her ribs again, only this time I let it slide down, tracing the line of her waist and then the curve of her hip.
My hands go to her jeans and they are unbuttoned before she has a chance to protest. And then I lift her shirt up by the edges of the hem. Slowly. Looking down at her breasts as I do it. When the fabric releases her nipples I feel a little anticipation.
“I’d like to show you my best work, Sydney Channing. And make you forget your first time. Replace that night with this one. Nothing can be taken back. But you can replace the bad stuff with something else.” I shrug. “That’s all I got, sorry.”
She says nothing. So I lift her shirt over her head and drop it on the floor. “Take off your pants.” She bites her lip and I’m about to yank them down her legs at the sight of it. I control myself though and let her do it her way. She wiggles a few times, her hips moving back and forth, and we are so close this makes her rub against me in all the right ways. They finally drop to the floor and I take her hand as she steps out of them.
“You’re more than pretty, Syd. Your body is so much more than hot.” And it is. In this low golden light, with the backdrop of the windows on all sides, she is perfection. “I’ve always known it. I’ve always seen you in a sexual way. I’ve always wanted you.”
She looks like she might cry, so I put my finger to her lips and murmur, “Shhh. Just close your eyes and let yourself feel happy for a little bit. Forget the past. Forget tomorrow. Forget everything except right now.”
Excerpt Two
I made the right choice that day. Sasha was the right choice. Sydney is just a leftover that needs to be swept under the rug.
But that job never ended. Not when I left her that day. Not when I helped Sasha get her revenge. Not when I stole hundreds of millions of dollars straight out of their deep fucking pockets.
It’s gonna end soon though. This is it. My end. Sydney’s end as well.
She stirs on the bed and I know she’s coming back again. This drifting she does, I have no clue what it means other than they did a good job on her. She’s given up nothing of real importance. Her release word is inconsequential in the long run. It’s a good first step. But is she even worth all the steps between here and victory?
I doubt it.
She turns over and places a hand on my leg. I’m sitting up in bed, smoking, as I let it all play out in my head. There were so many potential outcomes before she ran. But now there are only two.
I let her live. I let her die.
If I let her live and start working her for real, I get less than ideal intel. Less than reliable, I should say.
If I let her die as soon as that’s over, I can take what I want right now and sift through it objectively later.
Her hand slips down my leg and grabs my cock.
I react. I like sexy Sydney a little more than I’d like to admit. I grab her hands and flip her over on her stomach. She whimpers, but not in a bad way.
“I’ll take that hard fuck now, Syd.”
I made the right choice that day. Sasha was the right choice. Sydney is just a leftover that needs to be swept under the rug.
But that job never ended. Not when I left her that day. Not when I helped Sasha get her revenge. Not when I stole hundreds of millions of dollars straight out of their deep fucking pockets.
It’s gonna end soon though. This is it. My end. Sydney’s end as well.
She stirs on the bed and I know she’s coming back again. This drifting she does, I have no clue what it means other than they did a good job on her. She’s given up nothing of real importance. Her release word is inconsequential in the long run. It’s a good first step. But is she even worth all the steps between here and victory?
I doubt it.
She turns over and places a hand on my leg. I’m sitting up in bed, smoking, as I let it all play out in my head. There were so many potential outcomes before she ran. But now there are only two.
I let her live. I let her die.
If I let her live and start working her for real, I get less than ideal intel. Less than reliable, I should say.
If I let her die as soon as that’s over, I can take what I want right now and sift through it objectively later.
Her hand slips down my leg and grabs my cock.
I react. I like sexy Sydney a little more than I’d like to admit. I grab her hands and flip her over on her stomach. She whimpers, but not in a bad way.
“I’ll take that hard fuck now, Syd.”