Title: Burning Ultimatum
Series: Trevor’s Harem, #4
Series: Trevor’s Harem, #4
Author: Aubrey Parker
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Publication date: March 15th 2016
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With Trevor’s contest at its end, it’d be easy to say we’re three against one. And yet I’ve never felt so alone.
My heart is torn, twisted, ripped. I’m alternately hot and cold. I dream vivid dreams, no longer sure if they’re fantasy or reality.
There’s a new player in the game. He’s tall, broad, beautiful, and intimidating. Everyone is afraid of him, even the company. I’m told he has a secret, and that I’m its subject. And someone else has a secret, too — from our mystery man, and god help us if he learns it.
Everyone is loyal to something or someone in this place — though it’s seldom what it seems.
I don’t know who’s with me and who’s against me — if I’ll go home with my new protector … or be kept here forever.
I couldn’t possibly be what Eros has combed the world for … can I?
PURCHASE LINKS
AND THE REST OF THE SERIES
EXCERPT
There are six men ahead in this dark room, all dressed in
the best finery, with ornate black party masks ordained with feathers and
silver sequins. Each man is illuminated from above by a tiny spot like in a
museum display. I can’t see the walls. The men are unmoving. They all could be
statues.
I slowly move forward. Past the first man, whose skin is
dark, nearly a foot taller than me and twice as broad. Past another slighter
man, around whose mask I can see the ghost of stubble. My gown is swirling like
the ocean, but it’s as if none of them see me. As if they’ve been frozen for me
to browse, like exhibits in a gallery.
As I move through the dim, I become aware of a large,
round, polished wood table in the shadows. I near it and realize that it’s some
sort of a centerpiece. I look back — the men have turned and are all now
surrounding the table as I come up beside it.
One of the men breaks formation and removes his mask. It’s
Caspian White. My heart quickens.
“Sit up
on the table,” he says.
This is part of the test. I watch him a moment, but his
expression’s unyielding.
I sit, let my legs swing, and wait.
“Now
lie back.”
“No,” I
say.
“Lie
back and open your legs.”
“No.”
“Things
have changed, Bridget. This is no longer a game. Now the stakes are real.”
It’s something I’ve already sensed. There are only three
of us now: me, that bitch Kylie, and Jess. In the dream, I’m not sure how to
feel about Jessica. She appears in the corner, peeking out from behind some
unfathomable shadow. She’s wearing a garment like mine, but hers is red. She
darts away when I see her. Then I’m looking at Caspian again. He’s not tapping
his foot. A man like him doesn’t need to. His gaze is insistence enough.
My legs sigh open. It’s possible I’m excited, but mostly I feel terrified. The five other
masked figures are now watching, turned toward me, stock still.
“You,” Caspian
says, pointing at one of them. Then he turns his finger on me, at my open legs,
my bare middle below the sheer gown. His meaning couldn’t be clearer.
The man approaches me. Grabs my ankles then closes my
legs instead of parting them farther. He uses the leverage of my
pressed-together legs to turn me over. My chest concusses the table, inviting a
dull and horrible ache. I’m left bent over the thing, my feet on the floor, ass
aimed at the man who’s come to claim me.
I feel him come very close, bending over me.
“I can
get you out of this,” he says. And I realize it’s Daniel. His hand rests on the
table, one cuff unbuttoned, slightly rolled up. I see the familiar tattoo. I
recognize his scent. Seeing him here should evoke hatred after what he did.
After the way he’s been screwing around with Jessica. The way he’s avoided me
since Kat was removed from the house. But in this dark and frightening place, I
only feel comfort when Daniel is near. At least he’s familiar — a reluctant but flawed
protector.
He’s pressed up against me from waist to chest as he
whispers in my ear, and it’s like I’m wearing armor. No one can touch me now.
Except for him.
“Fuck
her,” Caspian tells Daniel.
On cue, the other men all unzip, pull themselves out, and
begin to stroke. I feel Daniel stiffen against my ass as well, but I know he’s
still wearing pants. I can see his hands as he approaches me clothed.
“I can
stop this,” he whispers. “I
can end things so you don’t have to do any of it.”
But my hand creeps backward. Between my legs. There’s
sudden electricity there. Wetness. My heart hammers blood through my ears, my
head, my neck.
“No,” I
say.
“Don’t
say no when you don’t really mean it.”
“No,”
I say, my face pressed against the table’s cool wood. Then I clarify, “I mean No, don’t stop
this.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I love to write stories with characters that feel real enough to friend on Facebook, or slap across the face. I write to make you feel, think, and burn with the thrill that can only come from getting lost in the pages. I love to write unforgettable characters who wrestle with life's largest problems. My books may always end with a Happily Ever After, but there will always be drama on the way there.
AUTHOR LINKS
http://aubreyparker.net/
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