SLAVE FOR SEX by Laura Tolomei

SLAVE FOR SEX by Laura Tolomei

Rydan’s dead lover returns as a green faerie, seducing him into passionate sex and submission, but will he trust her enough to change his destiny?

Alone, having lost the love of his life, Rydan has visions of a mysterious creature in the forest. Who is she? And what will happen when he finally meets her in the flesh to learn about the secrets of sex and passion? But that’s not all she’ll reveal, and the truth about his world will blow his mind away.

Will he trust her enough to believe her or will he surrender to the sensual attraction of burning desire neglecting his duties?

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~Excerpt~

"Good morning, little one.” Rydan smiled at it.

The first time he had seen it, he had been scared. He recalled it perfectly because Kyraen had just died. Now, after countless encounters, he had gotten used to it. Still, he had no idea what the creature was.

Not a plant for sure. Not one of his campmates, either, even if in some thing it resembled them. Slender body full of sensual curves, green hair down below her shoulders, intriguing eyes, soft oval face, less rugged, with an inconspicuous jaw line and high cheekbones—it looked so different from everything he had grown up with, yet human…in an unexplainably different way.

Which was not the strangest thing.

Impossible though it seemed, something about the creature’s face belonged to Kyraen. The more he stared at it, the more he saw Kyraen.

Which had blown his mind away.

To the point he had returned to the clearing time and time again.

“Today is my birthday, Kyraen.” In lack of a formal name, his dead lover’s seemed appropriate. “And I’ll celebrate it with a special feast tonight.” He sat down in front of the creature.

It remained standing, looking at him sympathetically.

“Laird hasn’t told me much.” A part of his mind was still incredulous at finding his dead lover in this creature. “From what I heard, it’ll be quite an experience.” At how much stronger the impression of being with his dead lover had grown over time. And if it made no rational sense, his heart told him otherwise.

The unsettling resemblance, more than anything else, had prompted Rydan to make a connection with the creature. Then to develop a friendship in which he poured his heart’s grief for Kyraen. Maybe because he had spotted the sadness dimming the brilliant green of its eyes the first time he had talked about it.

Maybe because he just felt abandoned.

“The creatures I’m going to meet are quite exciting, or so people assured me.”

The creature made a concerned face.

No, it did not talk back. It did not breathe a sound. Nor moved too much, except to escape his touch the few times he had attempted it. Like the plants, it did not want physical contact with the likes of him. Like the plants, he had come to accept it.

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THE LIGHTHOUSE by Jason Daniel Kowalczyk & Liliana West

THE LIGHTHOUSE by Jason Daniel Kowalczyk and Liliana West

"Jason Daniel Kowalczyk brings in Liliana West to help stain your nightmares with The Lighthouse."

For Volume 6 of the Blood Companion, Liliana West and Jason Daniel Kowalczyk come together to tell the horrifying tale of the Lighthouse that haunted the pages of "The Blood Companion" series. From the beginning, where Jullien Froste sells his soul in order to feed his family, to the truth of the very end. Definitely not for readers who are not mature or easily offended.

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Excerpt from “The Lighthouse” By Jason Daniel Kowalczyk & Liliana West

Jullien stood at the bar, waiting for the tender to bring him the drinks he ordered. His construction company had been utterly failing for the past few months. The man that asked to meet him here said that he could turn things around for him. He was a man that stood out in this time. He had a strong, square jaw, large brown eyes, and a thin mouth that would pull in woman's gaze when he would allow a smile to show.

It was the mid 1850's, the promise of gold put this town on the map, but it was shipping that made it prosperous. Buildings were going up like weeds in the garden when Jullien founding Froste Construction. However, he did not know the right people to get to the top quickly. He was being underbid on jobs, which kept his profits low and workforce nearly nonexistent. He was a good and honest man, but if you can’t pay, you won't keep your workers.

He got his whiskey and a hot tea for the man who sat in the corner of the Saloon. He was startled by the stranger’s appearance. They shared more than a few features, which he found slightly unnerving. They could have passed for twins, if not for the hardness in the guy’s eyes. They were the same color of Jullien’s, but they lacked his warmth.

Jullien sat across from the man, setting his tea in front of him, “So you say that you can save my business, right?” Jullien was already a bit drunk. The stress of his failing business was straining his marriage.

“Yes, I can.” the man had a deep bullish voice with a hint of an English accent. “I have unconventional methods, but I can promise you that you will flourish.”

“Unconventional?”

“I can give you the world,” the stranger sighed as he pulled the tea bag out of the cup and sipped his tea. “It’s a bit cold,” he smiled for the first time. “Of course, you realize that nothing is free, Jullien.”

“I would not expect anything to be free,” Jullien chuckled cynically. He was skeptical of the man, but he was also watching his wife and two daughters starve. “What do you want of me, my first born son?”

“Precisely,” the man’s grin widened and the effect was more than a little creepy. He laughed as a grim look came over Jullien's face. The man dipped his index finger into his tea, and it immediately began to boil. The room darkened and Jullien suddenly discovered that all others were gone, and only he and this stranger remained. He knew the bar was not empty only moments ago. He suspected this was unnatural, but the man carried on the conversation without the slightest pause.

“Ships have been running aground off the coast. I want you to build me a lighthouse on the island off the coast. I will ensure that you will be rewarded handsomely, as well as ensure that you and your family will remain in the lap of luxury.”

“If I agree and sell my soul,” Jullien was afraid. The man's eyes were glowing as he stared at Jullien.

“You are not selling your soul; it will be your first son's. One soul is given up, so that your wife and daughters will never know hunger again.” The stranger sipped his tea. “You can have as many baby boys as you wish afterward, but your first will by my apprentice.”

As suddenly as they had vanished, all the patrons of the saloon reappeared and all the noisy hustle and bustle began again. Jullien's hands were shaking as he downed his glass of whiskey. “Do I have time to consider it? May I please have that much?”

“I can meet you back here in time. Do as you wish.” The man stood and looked at his pocket-watch briefly before speaking again, “I will meet you back here, at this table in 6 days, 6 hours, and 6 minutes. Be prompt.”

Jullien left the saloon with the weight of the world on his shoulders, or to put it properly, the weight of his family's souls on his shoulders. He could not see himself handing over his firstborn son to whatever that man really was. Obviously he was actually an “IT”. Demonic, that is what Jullien thought of him, but the truth was he was not sure if that made much difference. He was tired of seeing his family suffer. He knew that this was not only his decision; it would be up to Abigail too. Abby was his wife for the past 12 years, and those 12 years had been the happiest he had ever experienced. He could not promise one of their children to someone without talking to her. He also knew she would never agree to the deal if she knew Satan was involved in it. He had to leave out his suspicions. He disliked dishonesty between them, but he felt he was running out of options.

He hurried home where his daughters, Cassandra and Gabriela, were already sound asleep while Abigail was knitting in the corner by candle. He knelt by her side, she could see that there was a lot on his mind, “Jullien, you are troubled.”

“Abby, I have been made an offer that may save my business, and put us closer to the wealth I believe you deserve,” there was sadness and excitement in his voice. He had no intention of telling her about his suspicions of the evil nature of the investor, but she had to agree to give up this child too. “An English business man that I have done a little handy-work for is in the shipping business. He has lost several ships on this coast, and he wants me to build a lighthouse on the island off the coast.”

“And what does he want in return?” she was skeptical already. I do not want to be involved in anything that may have Satan's stain on it.” The strength of his wife’s faith was something that endeared her further to him. She was a rare treasure. A woman as beautiful and compassionate as she happened to be was not easy to find.

“He and his wife are unable to have children,” he nearly choked on his own lie. “I believe he will pay my company to build the lighthouse, but he also asked me if we can aid him in having a son.”
Abigail rolled her eyes and continued to knit, “Why doesn't he just find himself a wife that isn't baron?”

“In the eyes of God, isn't marriage supposed to be for life?” Her forehead wrinkled as she glared at him, a man that she has battled over church on Sunday morning for the entirety of their marriage. “I have not given him any sort of answer. I would never promise such without your approval. He resembles me quite a bit. Perhaps he thinks the child will look like his family.”

“Do you really believe that what this man offers can really save 'Froste Construction'?” She had a sympathetic look in her eye. She truly loved this man, and wanted to see his dream come true. “Are you sure that he is not scamming you somehow?”

Jullien rose to his feet and began to pace the room, “I do believe that he can save the business and put us where we have wished and prayed to be. I will even build a lavish house on that island too.” He became excited suddenly. “It could be for the caretakers, and we could be the caretakers. I could run the idea past him. IF he pays handsomely, I could keep the business, hire someone to run it for me, and we could live well.”

“Think and pray on it, Jullien,” she set her project down and walked over to him. “Let God be your guide in this decision. If you truly feel that your business can be saved, your daughters never starve again, and that your conscience will be clear, then I will have a son for your benefactor.”

Jullien smiled as he took his wife in his arms. Of all that she said, he knew the last to be impossible for him. Doubt clouded his mind. Could he really trust a creature so evil? He still had time to consider the options. He needed to be sure that the souls of his wife and daughters would be spared, as well as any future sons. He knew that his soul would be damned. He could practically feel it rotting inside him already.

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PILLAR'S FALL by Ben Larken

PILLAR'S FALL - The Legend of Pillar: Book One by Ben Larken

Detective Thomas Pillar had no premonitions of the day ahead. He didn’t know he was about to clash with a sadistic lunatic on Railston's only suspension bridge. In one gut-wrenching moment, Pillar was forced to make a life-or-death choice that left the entire city shaken and set a madman's plan into motion.

Now, months later, it's starting again . . .

This time, Pillar's investigating a string of rage-filled murders, and all the clues point to the most unlikely of suspects - a twelve-year-old named Seth Morrissey. The child seems nice, if a bit lonely, but something malevolent and demonic hides beneath his surface. While Pillar searches for answers, the thing inside Seth prepares for a showdown that will rip Pillar's life to shreds and pave the way the hell on earth.

As the body count rises and Pillar's marriage begins to unravel, he races against time to stop the force that's pulling all the strings. But how do you destroy the demon without killing the innocent child? This is Pillar's dilemma. This is Pillar's story. This is Pillar's Fall.

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“What happened?” the lady asked, her hands shaking worse than Tom’s. “I watched you guys veer off the road.”

Tom stood up straight, his spine cracking. “There was a man,” he mumbled. His eyes widened. “That man.”

In the midst of the lines of cars stood the man in the heavy coat—no, not just a heavy coat, a trench coat. His frame shifted back and forth like a pendulum, though his eyes were fixed squarely on Tom. Wispy black hair fluttered around his shoulders. His face was long, and his complexion—dear God, his skin looked gray.

“Don’t worry,” the lady said. “I called the police already. They’ll be here soon. Why don’t you sit down and take it easy until they get here?”

The man’s eyes—bloodshot with clammy white pupils. They drilled deeper into Tom with every passing second, and he had the immediate sense that he wasn’t looking at something human. Those slimy white pupils belonged to a sea monster pulled from the darkest crevices of the ocean.

“Just a second,” Tom said, ignoring the fading dizziness. He stepped into the throng of cars, wishing Ross had shown him the photo the boy emailed to him. He had a terrifying suspicion that the image would match the man in the street. His .38 was still in its holster, but his fingers were around the grip, ready to draw. In all his years on the force, he had never gone for his gun. Yet something about this man’s crazed stare told him he was going to need it this time. The certainty of it chilled his insides.

He got in line with the man and stopped twenty feet away. For a moment, his gaze was pulled from the man’s face to his trench coat. The coat was too long on him, stretching to the ground and hiding the man’s feet. Every button was buttoned, and it looked thick on him, as if the man had several layers of clothes on underneath. Tom thought about pulling his badge, and then decided not to. He had the man’s attention already, so Tom spoke.

“Why did you step into the street?”

The man smiled, revealing a set of half-decayed yellow teeth. “Do you know how long I spent preparing the sacrifice?” he said in a gravelly voice. “Three years I prepared the sacrifice! Three years I used the serum. Three years I performed the ceremonies. Yet the Master had no use of my sacrifice. The Master had already chosen another.”

Tom pulled his badge and held it up. “I said why did you walk into the street?”

The man clicked his teeth, baring purple gums. “So what good am I now? If I cannot provide the vessel of the Master, how can I serve him?”

He’s a nut wandering the street. Tom couldn’t buy it no matter how much he wanted to. This man was calculating. Tom’s fingers tensed around his weapon, but he resisted the impulse. They weren’t alone here. People watched through their car windows. A young family with a baby in a stroller had stopped on the walking path to stare in curiosity. A man driving a fuel truck spoke into his CB, probably giving a scoop to other truckers stuck on the Flux. They were all here, all trapped for the moment on this gleaming steel bridge, and Tom didn’t want to set off a panic. But as he looked into those predatory white pupils, he realized he might not have a say in the matter. This man wanted something, and whatever he did to get it might inevitably lead to panic.

Or he might want nothing, Tom told himself. Because he’s just a wanderer. Just a mental-case wanderer.

“Who is the master?” Tom tried, hoping to take over the conversation.

The man’s eyes blazed. “The Master! The eye of the storm. The center around which all darkness orbits. The Master is almost here, and when he arrives, he’s going to kick the shit out of this world.” The man cackled. “He’s going to kick the shit out of you too, Officer Pillar.”

The gun came out of its holster and was pointed at Mr. Trench Coat in less than a second. In his periphery he noticed people ducking inside their vehicles, but he couldn’t focus on that yet. “Who are you?” Tom yelled. “How do you know my name? Were you waiting for us to drive by? Who are you?”

The man’s eyes turned skyward. His hands rose in the air, palms up. Tom noticed the inside of his wrists. Black syringe holes dotted pale skin like swarms of gnats. “How can I serve the Master now? How can I make my sacrifice worthwhile?”

“Damn it! Who are you?”

“I know!” the man cried. “I can give the sacrifice to my master’s enemy. I can give my sacrifice to the legendary Pillar. My lamb will not be wasted.”

The man’s hands dipped to his chest. “Hold it!” Tom yelled, but the man began unbuttoning his trench coat. Tom stepped forward. He was going to take this bastard down. Sirens clanged in the distance. They would be here in minutes, and they could cuff the madman and take him downtown. Tom only had to hold him until then. Keep him from doing something cra—

The man flipped open the trench coat.

Tom froze. Huddled against the man was a small boy, no more than seven. His back was to Pillar, his arms clinging to the man’s legs like a lifesaver. Large blue eyes squinted at him. Tom wasn’t focused on the boy’s face. His gaze was stuck on the row of sticks duct-taped around the boy’s midsection.

Dynamite.

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WHILE THE SAVAGE SLEEPS by Andrew E. Kaufman

"Andrew Kaufman goes the extra mile when it comes to authenticity, and just when you think you have seen it all in crime fiction, a guy like this comes along and knocks your socks off." -- Robert W. Walker, critically acclaimed author of over fifty novels, including the Edge and Instinct Series.

WHILE THE SAVAGE SLEEPS the bestselling supernatural thriller from Andrew E Kaufman.

TWO STRANGERS
Cameron Dawson's got a past he can't seem to shake, but he's hoping to change that. He's moved back home to Faith, New Mexico and taken a job as assistant sheriff. What he doesn't realize is that his newest nightmare's about to begin. Strange things are happening. People are disappearing, and for others, it's far worse...

DISTANCE SEPARATES THEM
Miles away in Albuquerque, Kyle Bancroft's life is spinning out of control. She's seeing, hearing, and dreaming things she can't explain: Flashbacks to World War II and an eerie hospital ward with locked doors, empty gurneys, and guttural screams. To make matters worse, a ghostly green-eyed girl is complicating her visions with an urgent message: Time is running out.

A DARK SECRET CONNECTS THEM
Kyle's otherworldly encounters are driving her straight toward Faith... and right into Cameron's life. The body count is rising, the pressure is mounting, and the clock is ticking as they rush to uncover a dangerous secret hiding just below the surface of this all-American town - one that's threatening to destroy Faith and everyone in it. A secret they must hunt down quickly... even if it costs them their own lives.

A VOICE FROM THE GRAVE WILL DRAW THEM TOGETHER

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WHILE THE SAVAGE SLEEPS broke out on four of Amazon's bestsellers lists, taking the #1 spot on two of them and third on their movers and shakers list, passing up heavy-hitters like Stepen King and Nora Roberts. Autographed copies are available through the author's website. This title also available on Kindle.

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Chapter Two

Saddleback Ranch

Faith, New Mexico

When Assistant Sheriff Cameron Dawson arrived on scene, he barely recognized the dark, obscure object hanging stiffly in the distance; it looked like an old blanket left out to dry. But as he drew closer, he began to see what—or who—it was. As soon as he made the connection, he felt the bile rise up, burning through his throat.

The scent of death hung heavy in the air, a coppery, metallic odor—blood, and far too much of it. The corpse dangled upside-down from the roof of the shed, suspended by a hook lodged into the scrotum.

Cameron gazed at the two deputies standing guard, their expressions somber, then returned his attention to the victim. The weapon of choice: a pair of hay hooks—thick, curved metal fashioned into crooks with spear-like tips, and at the other end, heavy, wooden grips resembling shovel handles with leather cuffs draped around them for better grabbing power. Ranchers use the implements to move large bales of hay weighing more than seventy-five pounds, thrusting the sharp, honed hooks into each end to lift them.

The killer had stripped the body nude, exhibiting it in a manner so peculiar, so hideous it barely looked human. Bent in two at the waist, it gave the illusion of being half its normal size. As Cameron moved his gaze downward, he noticed the ankles and wrists were sliced vertically, then hogtied. This caused the spine to bow and the body to bleed out, while giving it a grotesque, humpbacked appearance. The hook lodged into the groin came straight up between the legs, past the buttocks, with a rope tied to the handle. The other hook stuck out of his mouth, which hung wide-open, leaving the eerie impression of an eternal, silent scream.

Cameron moved closer. On the back of one arm, a dried ribbon of blood ran down past the wrist to a drooping hand, and then alongside the index finger. From there, it had broken away, where it joined a large pool on the ground.

The killer had created a crude hoisting device to lift the body, tying one end of the rope to the steel push-bars on Witherspoon’s squad car. The other went toward the shed, where it looped over a steel-beamed roof support, then straight down to the hook’s handle. The perp only needed to back the vehicle up, hoisting the body, where it remained suspended in midair.

This was not the Bradley Witherspoon Cameron remembered, athletic, vibrant, good-looking. This object—this tangled mass of flesh hanging before him like a side of beef—bore no resemblance to the man with whom he’d worked.

Cameron’s horror turned to disgust, which quickly erupted into rage. He looked up at the deputies almost as if demanding an explanation for what had happened. They answered back with blank, hesitant expressions, breaking eye contact, looking off to the side—anywhere but across the path of his glare. Realizing he’d unnerved them, he looked away.

Cameron moved behind the body, and something instantly caught his attention. He tilted his head, knelt, then focused on a spot just below the right rear shoulder blade.

“Sir?” offered Deputy Jim Avello, wondering what his boss had seen.

Cameron didn’t respond. He just stared, eyes narrow, head jutted forward, gaze immovable.

“Sir?” Avello repeated.

“Jim,” Cameron finally said, his attention fixed on the body. “Go and get the metal briefcase from my car.”

Avello hurried toward the vehicle, pulled out the briefcase, then came back.
“Tweezers,” Cameron ordered, holding out his palm, eyes still focused on the one spot.

Avello flipped open the briefcase, found the tweezers, and placed them in Cameron’s hand.
With great care, the sheriff moved the implement toward the victim, mindful not to disturb the dried blood, debris, or scratch marks on the skin. He pinched something, then held it up to the light.

Resting between the tweezers was what appeared to be a tiny gemstone fragment, black, and no bigger than the tip of a ballpoint pen. Cameron wiped it clean on his pant leg, then tilted it back and forth, watching it twinkle in the reflected morning sunlight.

“Evidence bag,” he said, loudly, to no one in particular.

Avello reached inside the briefcase, producing a clear plastic bag. He handed it to Cameron who lowered the chip inside, then sealed it.

Avello glanced up at him.

Cameron said, “Looks like our killer left us a little surprise.”

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