K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.WebsiteFacebookTwitterInstagramGet my Newsletter
Welcome to the Cameo HotelI get what I want.When I walked through the door of the Cameo Hotel I didn’t expect such a beauty to be working the front desk.The effect she has on me is intense, and I make her life a living hell because of it.I love her spirit, her internal defiance when completing the most inane task I assign her. My two week stay has turned into unending, just to be near her.She’s under my every command if she wants to keep me happy.There’s one last thing I want.Her.Find out more hereCocksureA life altering lie, ten years, and one wild night later, the game has changed.NikoMy life is great. I love my job, have awesome friends, and a great family.Women love me, even if they know it’s just for a night.I always thought love at first sight was bullshit. Then she came storming into my life. She tore through my every
SixCopyright © K.I. LynnThis book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.Cover design by Lori Jackson DesignsEditorVanessa BridgesMarti LynchPublication Date: June 6, 2016Genre: FICTION/Romance/SuspenseCopyright © 2016 K.I. LynnAll rights reserved
Right and wrong.Morals.Good versus evil.All things I was taught as a child. Sides I persevered to belong to based on what society said, what the church said, you needed to be a decent person. These shaped me into the adult I’d become.Bad people do bad things, but I never questioned why they did them. I never delved into the psychology of evil.Politeness, manners, and courtesy made friends. Without them, the world was your enemy. Everyone lives with a charade for the public eye, acting the way a civilized person does.But not everyone is civilized.Monsters are real.And they have their own version of the world.I should know, I was kidnapped by one. Dragged down into the pits of their hell.Changed.Altered.Forced to do anything to survive.
I looked like a vampire.Maybe a zombie.The vial was mocking me. In the slim reflection of the plastic, my dark-circled eyes looked back at me. I placed the vial into the centrifuge and sat back, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands, pressing in.Zombie it was.How long had it been since I’d slept?Twenty-two hours? What day is it?I’d done countless blood chemistry analyses, trying to catch up on the backlog.“Paisley, do you have the blood work done for Dr. Patterson?”My head fell back, and I got an upside down view of Marcy, my boss. She stared at me with her unconcerned brown eyes, freshly woken and showered.She looked a lot like a pig from my skewed view. Not that she was. She was a damn good boss, friendly and helpful. Granted, I was the best technician the medical examiner’s office had. Four years of college with a degree in biology went a long way. Which was one reason why I was still processing samples almost twenty hours after walking through the doo
An hour later, our group’s attendance hit the unlucky number thirteen. Micah’s voice was growing louder with each drink. His hands had already run Sandra off to hide behind Damon, who was in a surprisingly good mood and on his third beer. Dr. Mitchell was deep in conversation with Dr. Alma, as we affectionately called her. It was mainly due to the length of her hyphenated last name.The glass in front of me was empty, putting me in desperate need of another if I was going to make it through another hour. Up at the bar, I found an empty seat in the now bustling establishment, and waited for the bartender to come my way.When I had my new drink in hand, I didn’t head back to the table. Instead, I sat, checking the time on my phone along with my social media notifications. Of which I had none. Where were all my friends?Looking through my timeline, which was filled with tons of Valentine’s Day pics from a few days before, there were updates from friends I hadn’t seen in years.
Three hours of sleep was not nearly enough before a ten-hour shift. My own fault for fucking a guy all night. I was paying for it in many ways. Walking was difficult, my thighs sore and weak, and there was a nonstop, pulsing ache in my pussy.Fucking worth it.“So, who was the guy you ran off with last night?” Sandra asked, surprising me when she leaned on the counter right next to me.I blinked at her. “What?”“Don’t what me. I saw you sneak off with tall, dark, and handsome. His hands were all over you.”My mind wandered back to said hands. “He had great hands.”“So, you did do some in-depth examinations.” She waggled her eyebrows, her brown eyes sparkling.“He puts all other guys I’ve been with to shame.”Her eyes bulged. “Even Digby?”I used to call my ex-boyfriend Digby my Norwegian pile driver. He was huge all over and known to bruise sensitive areas with how hard he pounded my pussy, but it was worth it. However, his memory was being eclipsed by Simon, though I
We were ten miles up the road, almost to the I-74 exit, when Six’s grip tightened on the wheel and his foot pressed on the gas. His gaze flickered to the mirrors, but when I looked, there were no red and blue lights like I expected. In fact, there was nothing but other cars.He began weaving in and out of traffic, but even with everything, we still didn’t stand out. The moment we passed the border into Indiana, he pulled into the inside lane and slammed on the gas, rocketing us forward. It was then I noticed a white sedan behind us doing the same.We were being followed. Not by law enforcement, which probably meant it was someone as equally dangerous as him.Six rolled down the windows as the other car gained on us. “Get down on the floor unless you want your bullet now.” He grabbed his gun and a new clip, reloading it.I frantically unlatched the seatbelt and slid to the carpet, tucking my body as far and deep into the space as I could. The wind whipped my hair around, and