Fatal Alliances

New Bonus Chapter

Hi my friends!

A new bonus prologue for Fatal Alliances is up via the link here! (I pinned it in the comment section)

Also, the image above is from my new completed novel 'Ophelia'. I highly recommend you give it a read if you loved Fatal Alliances and Damned! I've also pinned it to the comment section here. Some of you have already read it and I'm so excited to receive your feedback. This was definitely one that I went crazy writing. Did you guys guess the plot twists from it? 

Haven't Read Ophelia yet? Here's a teaser:

The roof was wetter than she was tonight. Heavy raindrops pounded on, turning into a storm of desire and frustration. He was gone longer than she'd expected. Not a single call. The past few days with these unwanted guests in her house made her uneasy, to say the least. Yet, wanted by her husband. Who the hell told him he could make a decision like that without her? God, he frustrated the shit out of her. God, did she love him anyway.

Elizabeth twirled her wedding ring around her delicate finger and shifted restlessly on the empty bed. The feeling of loneliness crept up between her legs. She shifted again. The nerve that man had to leave her here like this for days. She was thirsty. Really thirsty. The bottles at the bedside table had all been drained from earlier today. She hated cramps with a passion. She hated when he wasn't around her when she felt like this.

Deciding to refill the water mug, she pushed herself off the bed and threw over a white shirt of her husband's. This was the closest she felt to him in days, somehow it warmed her heart. Brushing her fingertips over the assortment of his cologne, she opted for her favourite. Musky. Dark. Sensual. Charming. Everything she'd describe Sebastian Lockwick to be.

The lights of the hall had been buried in darkness, yet the moonlight fought through the windows that luminated the moon-crest sloped staircase. The warm soles of her feet licked the icy marble beneath her as she made her way into the kitchen. Her eyes burned from the lack of sleep and worry. Men.

The sound of the ice maker suddenly startled her, causing her to spill the water she was pouring into a glass. "Shit." As she pressed the rim of the glass to her lips, the sound of a hushed door closing grasped her attention. 11:55pm. Who could have been down here so late? Was someone breaking in? Surely, she could have handled the situation herself. Grabbing a hold on the nearest knife at the counter, she carefully trailed towards the sound.

A blanket of silence fell upon her at the sight of her husband drenched in blood, white shirt now wine, the tang of metallic red sin caressed her nose, his hair soaked in thick salted sweat and blood that slicked to his forehead. His eyes, however, reflected from the moonlight in its majestic silver blue. Elizabeth frowned deeply as he stalked towards her and stood inches apart.

"Well, you're bloody late." She broke the silence, annoyed.

Sebastian gave out a low chuckle, astonished at his wife's dry humor, "A pun? Really?"

"How dare you leave me here like this," she softly raged, bringing the knife up to his throat, "How fucking dare you."

"Love," he cooed into her left ear, and pulled her tenderly by the waist, clasping the spaces between them. "I missed you too."

"Are you forgetting the knife in my hand, Sebastian?" She warned.

"Go ahead, stab me."

Sighing, she dropped it and wrapped her arms around his red moist neck. Swiftly, scooping her into his arms and perching her upon the kitchen's island. "I should get cleaned up," he suggested, "I don't want you getting ill."

"No, no. I'm not waiting anymore," Elizabeth breathed shortly, locking her legs around him. Pressing her lips onto his, she'd slip her tongue in through smiles. He tasted like blood and vodka. Whose blood was this? She hadn't even known. His hands travelled along her naked legs, as she moaned into him. Up. Up. Pulling away slightly, she kept an arm's length, breathed, and slapped him across the face.

"You're upset. I shouldn't have left like that. I know. Things got... complicated." He motioned to his drenched attire.

If you love mystery, dark romance, unhinged/ morally grey characters, crazy and unpredictable plot twists like Fatal Alliances and Damned, then I think you will LOVE 'Ophelia'. I actually cried writing it because I love one of the male love-interests so damn much and -well- it's a lot to explain. And I genuinely believe you will enjoy the crazy ride of this storyline! You just read the prologue, here's the completed story!