Cado by D.T. Dyllin
Publication date: October 26th 2015
Is the love of a bad man as fulfilling as that of a good man—if he’s good to you?
The fantasy for most women is the happily ever after, the white knight or the prince charming. Or maybe they imagine the hero swoops in to save them from their mundane existence. But what happens if you catch the attention of the villain instead? Tiffany aka Karma is about to find out…
Karma isn’t just a name; it’s a way of life for an exotic dancer with a taste for vigilante justice. She should have been more careful though, because her deeds haven’t gone completely unnoticed. A man who isn’t quite human, with the predilection for destruction, has set his sights on her. His brand of love is tainted…twisted, and Karma is powerless to resist.
Excerpt
“A
bit sloppy, don’t you think?”
A
shiver raced up my spine and spread throughout my limbs, affecting my
entire body. My eyes slid shut on their own volition, but only for a
second. Then my gaze was gliding over Lucian hungrily. He stood just
a few steps away from me, nearly touchable—touchable but beyond my
reach somehow. His hair was shorter, darker too, and he wore another
custom tailored suit. There was suddenly too much saliva in my mouth.
I swallowed convulsively. There was a dead body at my feet and the
only thing I could think about was running and jumping into Lucian’s
arms, the very realistic figment of my imagination.
“Nobody
asked your opinion,” I forced myself to say.
He chuckled, his laugh both dark and alluring. “I could help you.”
“A figment of my imagination isn’t going to do much of anything actually helpful.” I scanned the alley looking for somewhere to stash the body. It would be found, but not until after I was long gone. Nothing would link me to him, and frankly in a neighborhood like mine, no one would do much digging. At least I hoped. If any of my DNA was found on him, however unlikely, I could always claim he’d been a customer at Club Elite. Being a stripper was more of an alibi than most people would think.
He chuckled, his laugh both dark and alluring. “I could help you.”
“A figment of my imagination isn’t going to do much of anything actually helpful.” I scanned the alley looking for somewhere to stash the body. It would be found, but not until after I was long gone. Nothing would link me to him, and frankly in a neighborhood like mine, no one would do much digging. At least I hoped. If any of my DNA was found on him, however unlikely, I could always claim he’d been a customer at Club Elite. Being a stripper was more of an alibi than most people would think.
Lucian
chuckled again, sending more shivers throughout my system. “What
must I do to convince you that I am as real as you are? I would have
thought someone with your unusual...talents, would be a lot more open
minded.”
He
appeared directly in front of me, scant inches away. Yeah,
because that’s going to convince me. His
full lips tipped up into a sardonic smile, a sneer almost. “I
know,” he murmured. “How about this?”
His
mouth pressed against mine, parting my lips forcefully, laying siege
in a manner that both weakened my knees and shot lust pumping through
my veins. I clutched at his shoulders to keep from falling, but his
arm had already snaked around my back to provide support. His taste
was lush, decadent, a flavor just beyond definition, and yet it was
familiar and welcoming. I swear I would have done him right there in
the alley, dead body lying there and all, if he hadn’t pulled away
from me.
Belatedly,
almost as if my body was just coming back online, horrific images
assaulted me. People screaming, dying, being tortured... I had no
idea what it all meant. It wasn’t the normal way I saw
things.
Normally my visions were whispers in my mind or flashes, sometimes
not even in color. But these—these were painted with all the colors
of the rainbow. Bright and bloody—terrifying. And it was as if
Lucian was present in the visions—but not. It was all so much. Too
much. I nearly fainted. Instead I dropped to my knees, hitting the
pavement painfully.
Glancing
up at Lucian I shuddered. There was death in his eyes. A darkness I
didn’t understand. And yet...yet a part of me didn’t care. I
wanted him. I wanted what he was offering even though I wasn’t sure
what exactly it was.
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Author Bio
D.T. was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (Black & Gold for life, baby!) She now lives in Little Rock, Arkansas with her husband and two spoiled German Shepherds.
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