Title: Conceiving Evil
Author: Jenna Fox
Release Date: October 16, 2014
Genre: Erotic Thriller
Synopsis
So
in love, so blinded by his charms, Abby never thought twice about danger. She
just closed her eyes and walked right into the hornets’ nest, freely accepting
the consequences that came with being Dorian’s One. A thirst for his love and
attention were enough to satisfy her need.
Like
everyone else after the economic crash, Abby Torrance was struggling
financially. But then Dorian Lincoln, a political and business icon, sweeps her
off her feet and into a life of promise. He’s a man who has enough power to change
the world for the better, a man who can give hope to the masses, a man who can
give Abby a baby.
But
the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and Abby is having strange
dreams that seem both a warning and a prophesy. How can she give the evil undertones
of her dreams any notice when she’s busy focusing on conceiving?
Excerpt
Dammit to hell. I can’t even enjoy a movie.
The nighttime air bit at my
skin as thoughts of him chomped at my
brain. He’d polluted me like a poison
that spread throughout my mind and body, seizing every thought, leaving no
rest. I loved horror movies and yet I couldn’t recall a single scene. Jimmie
kept glancing at me, concern etching his face all the way through the
ninety-minute show.
Soon Jimmie and I walked out of
the theater, my hand resting in the crook of his elbow. Bitterness raged
inside, heating my face against the breeze when I saw the limo roll toward us. He
found me like he always said he would, but three
fucking hours late.
I knew I wasn’t Dorian’s top
priority, and I’d made some progress at keeping my jealousy under control, but
no woman wanted to be shoved to the side every time it was convenient for a
man. I tightened my grip on Jimmie’s sleeve and pulled him along just as the
driver stepped into our path. I gave the chauffeur a shotgun-glare as he
motioned me to the car. “Miss Torrance, Mr. Lincoln is waiting.”
My heart skipped ten beats, I
couldn’t tear my eyes away when the dark window lowered and Dorian tousled his
ebony hair with his fingers. He wasn’t in his usual attire, a business suit.
Tonight he presented himself in casual wear. His sharp, handsome features were
expressionless.
I closed my eyes, digging deep
for the strength to tell him to get lost for standing me up, but I knew the
words would never make it past my lips. I was a fool to entertain the thought. One
look from those black eyes sifted me like wheat. Dorian practically owned me. That man was my tempter and my
savior wrapped into one.
I met him at the lowest point
of my life, after my mother died of cancer. The three jobs I was working to
keep my head above water and pay off her medical bills were about to do me in physically.
While I was waiting tables at the country club, Dorian swooped in from out of
nowhere and rescued me like an injured bird. His amazing sixth sense alerted
him that life was too much for me, and he offered me a strong shoulder to cry
on. The floodgates opened and I unloaded my personal problems. Dorian Lincoln
promised those problems would disappear with a simple acceptance of his
proposition: give him power over my body, something Bianca wouldn’t allow.
Lifting my palm to Jimmie’s
cheek, I smiled. “Thanks for the movie. I’ll call you next week.”
“He’s a prick. You deserve
better, Abby!” Jimmie yelled, as I eased myself inside the limo.
Dorian opened a small
refrigerator under the seat, his hands cupping the base of a champagne glass. “You’ve
wasted no time finding another way of entertaining yourself this evening.”
“You wasted no time in standing
me up,” I scoffed.
When I left his office that
afternoon, Dorian said he wanted me for some ‘quality time.’
Eight-thirty
rolled around before I realized he was a no-show. The food got cold and
eventually the long stemmed candles I lit for dinner burned out, along with my
patience.
“Meetings...clients,” he said.
Top secret meetings and clients
were always the excuse. The coldness in his voice was a sword to my heart, a
reminder of my temporary ranking in his life. I held on tight to his promise of
our relationship becoming more when the time was right.
His stony expression broke into
a devious grin. “You look beautiful in that dress and your enthusiasm is
charming. But watching you masturbate will reimburse me, Miss Torrance.”
My stomach dropped and quivered
as I pressed my thighs together. He was
going to punish me.
I tugged at the straps of the
red shoes he’d bought me, eyeing him as he sipped from the flute and moved his
gaze toward the window. Overtaken by the need to be the object of his
fascination, I almost begged him to turn those onyx eyes back on me. His
attention was the only thing that kept me from going under.
“Dorian, please I-”
My words were cut off with the
sharp turn of his head. Relief came in a warm caress, but suspicion moved in
with a lift of his brow. The small amount of light coming through the tinted
windows deepened the masculine angles of his face, lending them a sternness
that echoed in his voice.
“No other men. I thought I was
quite clear about that when we discussed the terms of our agreement, three
months ago.”
“Jimmie is just a friend.”
“Jimmie is a man. A distraction.”
“A distraction from being
pissed. I don’t like being stood up.”
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About the Author
Jenna
Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, author and wife residing in Eastern
Tennessee. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for
other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a
mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes
in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional
way.
Her
work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a
consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes
she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts
while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the
gutter. Fox is a listener of bad-ass
music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a multi-tasker –
a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss
and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet
monsters. She believes in ghosts and God
and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
Purchase Her Other Books Today
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