An excerpt from Violated…

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This is an excerpt from my new book, Violated: A dark sci-fi romance, which just came out this weekend, and is available on Amazon and FREE on Kindle Unlimited. It’s from when Isla gets a medical exam from Adam, for WipItUp Wednesday:

Isla:
Like the first time he’d come, the doctor was chipper, and reassuringly three-dimensional, and now that he stood at the foot of my metal bed, I didn’t know how I’d possibly believed he was imaginary.
“Good morning, Isla. I hope you’re having a wonderful day. I’m sorry I couldn’t get back all week, there are so many women here.” A momentary flash of darkness crossed his features. I’d never really thought about how many women were here. “Anyway, I want to check on you every day and run some tests until we can identify why you’re not pregnant yet.”
My heart soared. The idea of spending more one-on-one time with the doctor was thrilling.
“First, I need to run blood tests. This is going to pinch. The guards say none of you can feel anything, but I’m never really sure. Studies have shown that’s not always the case with people who can’t respond to pain. So I deeply apologize if this hurts, but I need a good sample so I can run tests on a wider range of things than what the machines usually check for.” He stepped toward me with a needle. I wanted to back away, but I couldn’t. Staring at the metal tip in morbid fascination, I watched him press the thin point against my arm. The skin flexed into a little dimple, then the needle pierced it with a sharp bump, and a moment later, the syringe was filling with
blood. Once it was full, he unsnapped it from the needle, and filled a second, then third vial with the dark liquid I was full of.
Finally, he removed the needle and I stared at the place where it had been. He had been far gentler than the machines usually were, and despite the fact he’d taken much more of me to study, I felt less violated and far less sore than blood tests normally left me. His bedside manner was clearly excellent.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you.” He turned to put the vials of blood in a metal pan. My eyes overflowed once again. In my entire life, this was the first time anyone had put together those specific words and said them to me. It was the first time anyone had ever been so considerate. When he turned back, however, the tears were gone.
“Next, I need to look inside you. I’m going to have to shave your pussy to get the best view of everything that’s down there, because some of the other women have had odd irregularities.”
For the first time since I got there, I was ashamed. Something was wrong with me down there, and he was about to see whatever it was. Maybe I was one of the women with irregularities. There was a loud swooshing sound, then something cold and foamy was massaged all over my pussy. His hands were incredible, and his fingers seemed to move with a firm precision that made me feel like I was safe. He knew what he was doing, as he expertly caressed my pussy lips and swiped the foam all the way back to my rear hole, then turned to the side and wiped his hands on a towel.
He took up a scalpel, and I remembered the first time I saw him. He’d walked into the room holding one. The blade was so small and thin, yet it looked designed for perfect precision. The doctor pressed something on the bed, and my legs began to part.
My heart caught in my throat as he pressed the blade against my bikini line. I was suddenly very afraid that he might decide I was in a good state for him to do some exploratory surgery. Then I remembered what he’d said about the needle. He’d apologized for hurting me. It didn’t make sense that he’d apologize for a teensy needle then plunge a scalpel into my vajayjay. I tried to breathe. The cold metal moved across the surface of my skin in short, purposeful strokes. Where it had traveled, my pubic hairs tugged then air moved against my skin. He bared me, just as he’d said he would.
Every so often, the doctor would push or pull against my outer pussy lips, and the gentle attention was divine. He occasionally turned to rinse foam from the scalpel, before returning his attention to my sex. I was almost positive that this shouldn’t be making me feel tingly, and that it was wrong to hunger for him to touch me more deeply, but all the same, I ached and yearned to be filled by him.
Immobile, I sank into a peaceful reverie as he gradually worked his way either side of my opening, before scraping the side of the scalpel blade against the skin surrounding my ass. The blade’s thin surface was the most sensual thing that had ever stroked my body. By now, my clit throbbed for attention and I wished I could ask him to make me come.
He finished by pressing a hot, damp towel across my pussy and ass, and applying firm pressure. I wanted to melt into a puddle of goo around his hands, so he might lick me up. Then I would never have to watch him leave again.
When it was over, he removed the towel and shined a light into my opening. After a moment, he frowned, then picked up something that looked like a metal duck’s bill.
“I’m going to open you up a little more with this speculum,” he said, looking uncertain once more. “Sorry, but you’re very tight.”
I wondered if tightness was another personal failing, like being an orphan. Then, pressure made me try to gasp, as he inserted the duck’s bill into my vagina. I’d experienced plenty of these before, but they never seemed to get any easier. For the next few minutes, he was busy looking inside me, and occasionally inserting things into me, or pressing things, while the too-stretched feeling continued to make me try to cross my eyes. Eventually, he removed the speculum and stood upright.
“I can’t see any problems. Sometimes, these things just take time. I don’t think this environment is helping you. I’ll think on how I can improve it for you, since I doubt the guards would allow me to do most of the things that would normally work. However, I can’t completely rule out a medical problem yet. I’ll return tomorrow once I have the results of your blood test. In the meantime, try to get some rest.” He winked at me, and I laughed inwardly at his joke. All I ever did was rest. Even now, I was exhausted from my short time awake. It felt strange to meet someone who was slightly aware of how this situation would affect me, even if he didn’t know I heard him. All the men I’d met so far in life thought ‘perspective taking’ meant forcing everyone else to see things their way.
As he left, sorrow stabbed deeply within my heart. I wanted him to stay, but there was nothing I could say or do. Sleep dragged my eyelids lower, then I dreamed once more.

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Coming soon: Violated: A dark sci-fi romance (my next book)

How’ve you been? I’m in San Francisco for the coming week! So exciting to have internet with no restrictions instead of the crazy censorship of China! And to make this week even more exciting, I’ve got a new book coming out on Friday!!

Did you read the excerpt of The Last Doctor that I posted a few weeks ago? Well, The Last Rancher (book 1 in this dystopian sci-fi series) is getting a complete makeover to show what it’s about a bit more. It’s getting a new cover and title (Hunted: A dark western sci-fi romance). The second book had the working title The Last Doctor, but it’s actually going to be called Violated: A dark sci-fi romance.

Be warned, guys, Hunted is dark, but Violated (as the title implies) is even darker. And because I know some of you only love me for my historical Highlanders and cupcake-loving daddies, I’m going to bring all my dark stuff out with a different pen name: Aria Adams. This will make sure the scary, disturbing and downright delicious stuff doesn’t burn anyone by accident.

If dark stuff is not for you, maybe sit this one out, especially if The Last Rancher (which is being re-titled as Hunted) was out of your comfort zone. I won’t mind. I know the night isn’t for everyone. For some readers, this book has triggers coming out of its ears including forced breeding, forced surgery, hospitalization, creepy diseases and baby loss. There is medical play but also actual medical scenes. Oh, and the biggest trigger of all to some people: A downtrodden and broken heroine who is still a total fighter and who never gives in. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. 😉

Cover reveals for Hunted (book 1) and Violated (book 2) are coming soon…

A HARDCORE preview of Destruction by Jennifer Bene

Some of you know may possibly know I absolutely am in love with Jennifer Bene’s books and her newest one, Destruction, is out NOW on Amazon!

Isn’t the cover INCREDIBLE?

Destruction Jennifer Bene

Here’s the blurb:

Vengeance and destruction are all he has left.

Lianna Mercier has everything. She’s beautiful, well-educated, her father is rich, powerful — and she works for him. The perfect little princess, raised to be just like daddy.

But it’s all a lie.

A bloody, fucked up lie, and David Gethen is about to tear it all down and destroy Lianna in the process. He wants revenge, he wants to finish the plan his father started years ago — but after he takes her, after he tortures her, he begins to realize just how wrong he may have been.

 

Here’s what people are already saying about it:

“This is so beautifully fucked up.” – Niki, ARC reader

“I just finished Destruction. I don’t know how you do it! Every freakin time you make my insides curl in on themselves and then slap me in the back of my knees. Congrats you did it again. Marvelous writing!!!” – Gabriela, ARC reader

“Loved the story! Read it right through in one sitting!” – Terri, ARC reader

 

And here’s a juicy as fuck excerpt from the book:

Lianna

Hours passed as she slipped back and forth in trains of thought without progress before he finally returned. The man wore his anger like a dark aura, somehow invisible and obvious, but the slamming of the door and the rapid rise and fall of his chest had been more than enough warning.

Her father had missed another deadline.

There was no phone call, no belt, no threats, just him as he stood over her and she bit down on the inside of her cheek.

Eventually, he sat on the mattress beside her just as he had when he’d chained her down, only this time he was completely silent. His eyes moved over her first, then his hand, tracing her skin, leaving shivers in his wake, like a tiger playing with his food.

Don’t…” she whispered on a breath as his fingers slid between her thighs, but he didn’t even pause. Thick digits slid inside her, and her hips tilted, back arching as she whined.

Still wet enough for him to move back and forth, to summon more liquid heat, to drag it to her clit and grind the bundle of nerves until she was twisting against the chains.

This was slow torture. His silence, the never-ending assault of unwanted pleasure, turning her own body against her until she had to choke off the subtle moans. Pressure was building inside her, tightening, careening her toward another shameful orgasm and those fucking eyes were on her. Watching, waiting for it.

Just as her hips started to lift, as the wet sounds from between her thighs invaded her ears, as the tension in her muscles threatened to snap — he stopped.

Her breathing came hard, nails digging painfully into her palms, and she felt tears prick her eyes as his fingers slid free. Behind the mask he was breathing just as hard, rigid muscles moving over his ribs as they expanded and contracted.

Then he positioned himself between her thighs and urgency took over his movements. Tearing at his zipper, shoving his pants down, he ripped open a condom wrapper. Cock in hand, he slid it on, abandoning the shiny foil wrapper beside them and she looked away.

“Please?” Lianna begged, whimpering, knowing it was useless and trying to prepare as he lined up and thrust deep in one smooth stroke.

For those first movements she craned her head back, staring at her bound wrists, at the wall behind her, refusing to look as he groaned and stretched her. Her body rocked, the chains clattering softly in the silence, and she felt how wet she was. It was too easy, every pinning thrust, and as he wrapped his hands around her shoulders and drove in harder she did her best to turn the moan into a cry.

This doesn’t feel good.

I don’t want this.

His knees moved out, digging into her thighs to stretch her further, ankles straining at the chains, and then he found a new angle. One that stroked his thick cock against a point inside that made her back arch, hips twitching to seek more. She gasped, unable to stop the moan, and found herself looking into his eyes. Face hovering over hers, she stared into the black fabric of the mask, something smooth overlaying a hard shell. Obscuring all his features, all of them except for his eyes, and as he stretched her again she watched his eyelids flutter closed as he groaned low. A hard snap of his hips caught her by surprise and she moaned again, louder, cursing herself as she bit down on her lip, but the damage had been done.

He started to move faster, muscles shifting in his arms and chest and abs as he drove himself deeper inside her. A keening whine escaped between clenched teeth, and she pulled on the cuffs at her wrists, meeting his eyes again to plead. “Don’t do this to me. Please.”

* * *

David

The girl felt like heaven underneath him. Soft skin, smooth curves, and her cunt was so slick, so tight. Even with the condom he was tempted to come already, but he wanted more. More of her cries, her sweet begging as she gripped him and squirmed against the mattress.

Her eyes were so fucking blue, and it made him pause as he thrust deep, feeling the tremors in her thighs, the subtle shift of her hips as she unconsciously sought her orgasm. He hadn’t been this close to her, close enough to kiss her reddened lips, to taste her mouth, to see the hints of green in her irises that made it look like staring into the clearest ocean water.

Reaching up he slid his fingers into her hair and snapped her head back, causing her to shut those bottomless eyes and clench his cock inside her. The soft cry of pleasure and pain was one he knew too well, and it made him hungry for more.

Something woke up in the cold, something that wanted to devour the pampered little princess whole, and with all his mental processing power located below his hips he didn’t care to fight it. “Take it,” he hissed above her as he forced her head back, exposing her throat as he started to fuck her hard.

Everything blurred as she begged, cried out, pleaded with him between moans and whimpers. But all he cared about was the way her limbs contracted, the way her hips lifted, back bowing off the mattress so that her nipples grazed his chest, and the all consuming grip of her cunt around him. It was torture of the best kind to hold back, to wait, to tease her with the strokes that made her make the sweetest sounds. The little gasps that were pure pleasure.

Please…” she moaned, and he could have sworn she was begging for more as her hips met his with a clap of skin. He wanted to reach down and bend her knees to her chest, but the cuffs were holding her down, keeping her spread.

Next time, he promised himself as he braced the arm gripping her hair and slid his other hand between them. Lifting up just enough to find her clit he worked himself inside her and rubbed. Her blonde brows pulled together, face pinching in a way that almost looked like pain, and then she panted, moaned, hips moving with each swirl of his thumb — and she came.

Hard.

Gripping him in a way that sent a surge of heat down his spine, melting the ice as he braced his other arm beside her and listened to her fall apart.

“No, no, no,” she whispered against his ear and he smiled behind the mask, thrusting hard again. Finding that rhythm that had her making sweet, pained sounds once more. She was too perfect. An angel fallen to earth, and he had her chained to the floor, but she felt too fucking good to care about the damnation he’d already assured himself.

Moving inside her was something he wished he could memorize, to feel forever. Like this. Slick, wet, trembling, and softly moaning as he worked them both to the edge this time. The demon inside him was howling, the chains clanking against the brackets in the floor as he fucked her hard enough to shift the mattress, and then he was gone. Fire stroking down his spine, balls tightening, as he came with a fierce roar.

The world went white for a split second, ears deaf, body crushing her softness as pure ecstasy blasted everything away. She was heaven, nirvana, and Shangri-La all rolled into one.

Perfect, but not innocent.

***

Are you fanning yourself yet? Get Destruction here on Amazon!

The Last Rancher is Nearly Here!

For WipItUp Wednesday, here’s another excerpt from The Last Rancher. This one is darker than the one I shared last week, but I hope it’s a good taste for the side of this story that’s not all cow-milking and sexytimes (you HAVE been warned lol):

 

Ember:

“Ember, do you think it’s just the Brotherhood that are involved in this?” His question surprised me.

“Regular people don’t have an interest in crap like that, they’re far too busy with football player exchanges or the latest music.” It was inconceivable that regular people would be involved in this.

All regular people?”

“Sure, I mean… that stuff’s pretty all-consuming. Even my companion-doll used to think sports were important.” I remembered her voice fondly. She had been my best friend growing up. My parents even used her as a babysitter regularly.

“Companion doll?” Hadley looked baffled. I realized he probably never got one out here.

“When I was a kid, I was sent a little talking doll. Every child got one when they turned three. I called mine Sherry. She had a touchscreen in her stomach, and she taught me to read and write, how to do a bit of math, and every day, she reminded me at the right time to do dance-along with the big purple cartoon dinosaur on the TV. Sherry would do the exercise with me so I was never lonely.” At my words, the expression on Hadley’s face grew darker. “When I got older, she used to find other robot dolls nearby to wirelessly connect to. She would always seem to connect to robots with owners who shared my exact interests. That’s how I met three of the girls on the skating team, before I joined. Sherry even had a camera in her eyes so I could make videos of my day.”

Hadley sighed. “Novara just gets more fucked up every time you open your mouth.”

“Hey! She was my best friend growing up. I guess those dolls were everyone’s best friend until they were old enough to go and meet people. I shared everything with her.” I was eager to defend her. Sherry had left me with nothing but good memories.

“Why?” His question irked me.

“She wanted to know. She asked me questions about my day, what my parents had been up to, that sort of thing.” It had been nice. She had been the only thing in my life that had ever taken an interest in how I was doing.

“Holy fuck.” He ran his hands through his hair; a sure sign he was stressing.

“What?” I didn’t understand his reaction.

“You had a talking doll that spied on you and trained you to do exercise and vetted your friends before you ever met them.”

Now it was my turn to stare at him. Bile rose in my throat and the ground seemed to sway beneath me. I shook my head. “No. That’s not fair. Not Sherry. You can’t take Sherry away from me. She was my friend!” I began to cry because I realized what he said was true.

He put his arm around me and reassured me. I just wanted one thing to be real from my whole life before I met Hadley.

“It’s going to be okay, Ember. I’m going to fix this, I promise. I’m sorry I asked. If they controlled everyone that much, I don’t think they trusted them enough to let anyone else in on what they were doing to people.”

“Hadley?” I was still sniffling. I felt so despondent.

“Yeah?”

“How can we fight a secretive boys’ club who can do that to twelve million people? There’s only two of us!” It seemed like such an impossibly huge undertaking, and we weren’t anything special. We were both honest and hardworking, neither of us were especially smart, and we didn’t fully understand everything about our opponents. They, on the other hand, were smart enough to enslave a whole city, they understood everything about both of us, they knew exactly how everything in the city worked, and they didn’t play fair.

“I don’t know, babe, but we’ll think of something.” He kissed me on the forehead and his determination warmed me a little. “I promise you, we’ll think of something.”

* * *

That’s all for this week’s, but The Last Rancher is out on Saturday, and I am fizzing with excitement to share it with everyone!! In the meantime, I made this:

Do you like this picture I made?

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

A First Look At The Last Rancher…

Hi Guys it feels like forever since I last participated in WipItUp Wednesday, the blog hop for sharing works in progress!

This week I want to give everyone a little teaser for my upcoming futuristic dystopian western erotic romance, The Last Rancher. If you’d like to get your hands on a bigger excerpt, sign up for my newsletter here:

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Spoiler alert… there’s a longer, steamier preview going out in my very first newsletter on Friday 15th September, and it’s exclusive for newsletter subscribers, so don’t miss out!

I do not own this image, I found it on Pinterest.

This story is dark. I’ve been joking a lot on Facebook that the heroine is the only person in this book with a higher body count than the hero by the end of the first chapter. But it also has its less dark moments. Here’s one of them. After nearly being killed, Ember is trying to get back to her city to warn everyone that the city’s leaders are kidnapping women and hunting them for sport on live TV (everyone thinks the contestants for this “game show” are picked at random and just leave the city after). Hadley, however, wants to keep her safe because she’s badly injured and the city is 200 miles away, and there’s no roads any more because no-one ever leaves the city:

Ember:

The moment Hadley left the house, I went to the window and watched him. He sauntered toward a big shed, then emerged with a large bucket of something. It looked like he’d be gone for some time. I decided to seize my chance and, knotting the sheet above my breasts, I stepped outside.

Blinking in the sunlight, I looked in every direction. There was a little patch of trees opposite the porch, and beside it, there was a big wooden shed. The cowshed beside it was even larger, and there was also a huge, rusty vehicle with eight-feet-high wheels. The deflated tires were cracked and covered in green moss. Further down, I saw the first field, with a neat wooden fence and an open metal gate. Beyond, there was green grass and those stout black and white animals like the one I’d seen in the forest. In the opposite direction from where I stood, the forest pressed in on the clearing where the house was.

Everything was so big out here, and yet, the surroundings were all so short and flat. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen so much sky; it seemed to cover the entire world like a big dome, with flat-bottomed clouds floating between the sky and the fields. When I breathed the air, it seemed softer, and filled my lungs more than I’d ever experienced before. I never expected the countryside to be so nice. On the TV, they always showed it as a vast wilderness where only the few remaining species of wild animals lived. It was beautiful, and I wished I could stay here and take my fill of the natural beauty. Would I ever tire of it?

It smelled so strongly of things, too. I only had to walk a few steps to sniff something different. There was the food scent from the kitchen, the horrible bathroom-like stink coming from one of the sheds, a creamy scent from another shed, the smell of petrol from the enormous rusty vehicle, and a sort of woody odor from the forest. I couldn’t even recognize some of the other things my nose had discovered.

It would be amazing to run through the open fields, toward the distant blue mountains. Before today, I’d only seen such things on the TV. If there wasn’t such an important reason to get home quickly, this would be a tranquil place to be. Unless I warned everyone about what The Brotherhood were doing, though, they would hunt someone else down soon. They ruled the city, maybe even the continent, and they weren’t worthy of that.

I remembered my cousin with another stab of fury. No-one else should have to go through what she and I went through, and no-one else should have to die like that. Those men were so evil. I was still more than a little horrified by the fact I’d killed them, but there had been no-other choice, and part of me was disturbed by the fact I didn’t feel as bad as I ought to about what I’d done.

All over, my body ached, and pain seared across my wounds. Tuning out the soreness and the anguish, I watched Hadley walk across the field with his bucket. When I turned to go in the opposite direction, I realized I wasn’t sure which way the city was. Ploughing on anyway, I shakily climbed the fence toward the forest and tried to run, but my limbs wouldn’t do what I wanted them to. My legs were still too stiff to take my weight at that speed. When my left knee buckled, I stumbled, crashing loudly onto a fallen tree branch which cracked with an ominous snapping sound.

Not to be deterred, I scrambled to my feet and continued moving. I traveled about two hundred yards from the house before something wrapped around my arms, between my elbows and, on one side, the gauze covering a bullet graze. Constricting my body, it tightened around me; at first, I thought it was a snake, as I’d seen plenty of movies where snakes did this to people.

Looking down, I saw a rope. I tried to struggle out of it, but some pressure was steadily pulling me backwards. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Hadley holding the other end of the rope. Patiently but firmly, he reeled me in.

“Never lassoed a lady before,” he told me with a twinkle in his eye. I didn’t know why he looked so amused, there was nothing funny about this. I glared at him and tried again to free myself.

“Get the fuck off me! I have to get back. Don’t you understand? I have to!”

“Nope.” He stood his ground.

Heaving on the rope with all my might, all I succeeded in doing was unbalancing myself. I landed unceremoniously on my bottom and felt my face getting hot. It was mortifying.

Hadley held out a hand for me to take. I shook my head and got up by myself.

“Such a gentleman,” I grumbled sarcastically.

“Suit yourself. You’re still coming with me. Will you walk, or do I have to carry you?”

“Go and fuck yourself,” I growled, wanting him to understand that he was getting in the way of me doing something really important. The lasso had been humiliating, and I was now in a thoroughly bad mood and ready to go thermonuclear on his ass.

“I’d much rather fuck a pretty young lady such as yourself, but what’s that got to do with getting your pert butt back to my ranch?” He was acting like I hadn’t explained this problem enough already, or maybe he just didn’t care.

He was still so unflustered, it was infuriating. I growled and tried to get out of the rope again. He tutted and shook his head. When he stepped forward, I lashed out at him with my semi-restrained arms. I had been so close to escaping that the disappointment burned at the back of my throat as he hoisted me in a fireman’s lift, still lassoed. He wrapped the spare rope around his left shoulder and ambled back to the ranch as if he wasn’t carrying a one-hundred-twenty-pound woman in his right arm.

My legs would barely obey me, but still I kicked them, fighting against him with everything I had. It was pathetic that I lacked the energy or strength to fight him off, and every time I tried, pain surged through my wounds and stiff muscles. He swatted my ass several times, hard, filling my body with a searing fire. It was similar to the incredibly delicious sensation that made my muscles tingle when I got a second wind after I thought I had run as hard as I could. My sore glutes gave up and I accepted that he was in control for the time being.

* * *

 Now, what might a strong rancher do with a naughty city girl who won’t listen to old-fashioned good sense? Hmm… I wonder… Actually, I know exactly what comes next and it took a lot of self-control not to post the next 2000 words or so here, because OMG I’m just itching to share this story with you all!!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx