INFLICT
by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: April
3, 2017
Genres: Adult,
Erotic, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime
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SYNOPSIS
As the son of an
Irish mobster, Connor O’Neil spent his boyhood hiding from the horrors of his
own home. His one reprieve was a girl he knew only as Evelyn, but even she was
taken away. As a man, Connor is determined to stay away from his father’s
business. With Sean, participation is not a request, but a demand. The truth
is, Connor might be more like the evil he’s trying to hide away from than he
would like to admit.
And he’s already
spent years trying to cover the scars left over from the pain.
A chance encounter
puts the lost girl from his past back on his path, and he no longer has a
choice but to face the darkness he’s been ignoring for years.
Evelyn. Sasha. Slave.
She doesn’t really
know who she is anymore.
Or maybe she does,
and she doesn’t want to tell.
She isn’t the same as
she once was—now a thing to be kept and maintained, shuffled from owner to
owner until it was her time to go. She only became Connor’s because he took her
when he knew she wasn’t his to take.
Except she isn’t
Connor’s at all …
And he can’t keep her
hidden forever.
~Inflict is a
Standalone Romance with graphic depictions of violence, sexual scenes, dark
elements and a HEA. It is not recommended for those under the age of 18.
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EXCERPT: INFLICT by
Bethany-Kris
“You must think I’m
stupid,” she whispered.
No, he certainly did
not.
She was well spoken.
She had a mind of her own and a questioning stare that told him there was a
hell of a lot hidden beneath her exterior. He was not going to underestimate
her in anything.
“I don’t,” Connor
said.
“Then answer my
question. You’re a man, so what do you want from me? They always want
something; from the very start, each one has wanted something. I’ve filled
a void, been used to enjoy, and even to be taught. I’ve been treated like a
plaything to some, and like a sweetheart to others. What is your move?”
Connor damn near
choked on his next question trying to get it out, “And how many has there
been?”
She didn’t even think
about it. “Seven, over the years.”
“All Russian?”
“The first one was
not; he had a wife who liked me, and had three boys of her own, but no girls.
He was just there to keep me, until I was passed on again. I was
eleven when the wife left—I was passed on the next day.”
“What then?”
That spark of fire
was back in her eyes. “What do you think?”
“I think you’ve
misunderstood my intentions,” Connor murmured.
Evelyn tipped her
head to the side, and her gaze dropped to his groin again. “Did I also
misunderstand being in your bed, what you were doing in the shower, or the
sounds you made at the end?”
Cac.
She had spied on
him.
“I have to call that
friend,” Connor said, refusing to indulge her further. “You should find
something to wear that covers you.”
“I don’t think you
mind.”
“I don’t, but I
won’t be held accountable for reacting in an unpleasant way to an arsehole move
from my guest.”
Evelyn’s lips curved
into a sly, sensual smile.
It was shocking.
Beautiful, but
shocking.
Men may have used her
for what they wanted, but he fully believed there was a part of Evelyn that was
more dangerous than she let on.
“That’s a new one.”
Connor’s jaw
clenched. “What is?”
“Jealousy. I’ve never
had one that was jealous before.”
Perfect. Just feckin’
grand.
“I’m not … one—an
owner, whatever—of those,” Connor said, more irritated than before. “You will
do well to figure that out and fast, Evelyn. You will do well to stop trying to
figure out what game you need to play to please me; you’re not here for that.”
“Then why am I here?”
Honesty was the best
policy …
“I don’t know yet.”
He finished getting
dressed, and the whole time, Evelyn never left him in private. As he passed her
by to make that phone call and get something to eat for breakfast, her soft
voice stopped him again.
“But why don’t you
touch me?” she asked. “Even those who were not terrible, still wanted that from
me.”
Connor looked down at
her, and found she was watching him, curious and unashamed. “I told you why,
love. It’s not for me to take, and if you want that, then you can ask
for it.”
“I don’t understand,
and I’m not sure what to do or how to act for you, if you want nothing from me.
I’m not sure who to be here.”
“That’s a sad idea,
isn’t it? That you have to be something at all, and not just a
person, a woman.”
Her gaze dropped. “I
don’t know anything different.”
ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS
Bethany-Kris is a
Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and
two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where
she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat,
barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always
writing something … when she can find the time. To keep up-to-date with
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