Release Day Blitz & Giveaway for Last Hit By Jen Frederick & Jessica Clare
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Blurb
Nikolai:
I have been a contract killer since I was
a boy. For years I savored the fear caused by my name, the trembling at the
sight of my tattoos. The stars on my knees, the marks on my fingers, the dagger
in my neck, all bespoke of danger. If you saw my eyes, it was the last vision
you’d have. I have ever been the hunter, never the prey. With her, I am the
mark and I am ready to lie down and let her capture me. Opening my small
scarred heart to her brings out my enemies. I will carry out one last hit, but
if they hurt her, I will bring the world down around their ears.
Daisy:
I’ve been sheltered from the outside
world all my life. Homeschooled and farm-raised, I’m so naive that my best
friend calls me Pollyanna. I like to believe the best in people. Nikolai is part
of this new life, and he’s terrifying to me. Not because his eyes are cold or
my friend warns me away from him, but because he’s the only man that has ever
seen the real me beneath the awkwardness. With him, my heart is at risk..and
also, my life.
Mini Excerpt:
I watch her through my bathroom window.
I've placed one of my four rented chairs in here for that express purpose. I
tell myself it is not creepy, as the American girls would say, because I watch
everyone. But really I watch only her.
I cannot see everything. I've never seen
her nude. I've never seen inside her shower. Smartly there is no window there.
But I can see her bedroom and her living room and beyond that, with my scope,
her kitchen. I know her schedule. When she gets up in the morning, when she
returns to her apartment. If she were a mark, I could've killed her a dozen
times over by now and been in the wind.
She throws her bag onto her bed and then
lies down next to it. It takes many muscles to smile, more to frown but only a
few to pull the trigger. I peer down the scope and place my crosshairs over her
forehead. Puff, dead.
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LAST HIT will be available at the introductory price of $3.99 for the rest of 2013 as a thank you to our fans. In 2014, the book will return to the regular retail price of $4.99.
Teaser
NIKOLAI
I feel restless and
think perhaps I should review the information I have compiled for the mark or
perhaps look at the routing pattern left by the caller from Neuchâtel. I do neither because as I begin to draw back
from the scope her motions arrest me. Her small hand with the pink tipped nails
are moving over her belly. One finger traces the tiny lace adorning the top
band of her panties. My breath is suspended. Time is suspended.
I have never seen this before. She has never touched
herself. Never brought a man home with her. I’d have shot him, maybe. No, I
would’ve caused some disturbance. Something. I thought her maybe an innocent
and fantasized about awakening her. But now her small fingers are delving
beneath the cotton. I can see the bumps of her knuckles as the press against
the pale pink fabric. She is moving her fingers in circles.
I imagine my own fingers, much larger, darker and more
rough, pressing down upon hers. My fingers flex involuntarily at the thought of
her pussy beneath my touch. I’d stroke her lightly and in circles as that is
what she appears to like. I’d move my fingers lower, beyond her clit to her hot
cunt. It would be wet, dripping wet. My fingers would be soaked and I would
pause so that I could lick her sweet honey off each digit.
My cock is so hard I fear that it will break against the
denim of my jeans. I draw a hand over my chest and pinch my own nipple hard
imagining it is her tiny white teeth tugging on it. I’ve broken out in a light
sweat.
Her legs tense and her hand motions become more frantic. I
can see her chest rise and fall rapidly and her whole body is strained but when
her release comes it is truncated. The look on her face is of frustration
rather than satisfaction. She wets her plump lips and closes her eyes. She begins
again but again she is unfulfilled.
My emotions war against each other. Unhappiness that she
cannot find her own fulfillment but fierce possessiveness arising out of an
idea I’ve tried to suppress. In my mind, only I can bring her to orgasm and
release. I can teach her to touch herself in a way that will be pleasurable and
satisfying.
I would not start with her pussy. No, the skin is the
largest sex organ. I would stroke my hands over every inch, starting from her
forehead. My lips and fingers would smooth away any furrows. My hands would
encircle her neck and sweep down over her shoulders to her fine wrists.
I’d rub my body over hers so that she smelled of me. When
she walked on campus, other men would stay away recognizing she was marked as
my own. Belonging to Nikolai. Maybe I would tattoo it around her neck like a
collar.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Jen
Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but
never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop
her a line at jensfrederick@gmail.com.
Author Jessica Claire
Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic
since childhood. She reads all the 'naughty parts' of books first, looks for a
dirty joke in just about everything, and thinks to this day that the Little
House on the Prairie books should have been steamier.
After devouring hundreds of paperback
romances, mythology books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write a few
books of her own - stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of
super-sexy situations. She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her
heroines witty, and she loves nothing more than watching them overcome
adversity to fall into bed together.
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