Slave to the Rhythm (The
Rhythm Series Book 1)
DANCE. Guns.
MUSIC. Bullets.
RHYTHM. Pain.
Music in my head,
dance in my body, the rhythm of my heart.
How far can you fall
in just one month? How quickly can the human spirit be broken? Where does evil
hide in plain sight?
Ash wants to dance.
Needs it. To leave behind a life of expectation and duty, to set his soul free.
But life is never
that simple. Every step is a journey on a new road.
For every action,
there is a reaction.
Every choice has a
consequence.
And when you meet the
wrong person, all bets are off.
Laney tolerates her
limitations, pushing quietly at boundaries. But when Ash crashes into her world
through rage and violence, it sets off a chain reaction that neither of them
expected.
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Laney POV
His eyes glowed, passion firing through them. Then he lowered
his head and kissed the back of my hand.
It was a sweet, old fashioned gesture, totally at odds with
the lust I saw as he let his eyes stroll across my body, seemingly unable to
choose between my breasts or my lips.
I helped make up his mind by folding my arms around him and
tugging his head down so I could press my lips against his.
He opened his mouth, then proceeded to give me the hottest,
slowest, most tantalizing kiss I’d ever had. He was telling me that he was in
control and he’d kiss me the way he damn well wanted.
Playful Ash, serious Ash, flirty Ash—I couldn’t help
thinking that sexy-as-sin Ash was proving to be my favorite.
His hips moved in a slow rhythm that may have been dancing
or may have been back-to-basics grassroots grinding. I reached down for the
heat between his legs, massaging the growing bulge at the front of his jeans.
A shudder ran through his body and he ground harder against
my hand. I couldn’t wait to be skin to skin.
I unbuttoned his shirt clumsily, fingers deft as sausages as
I tried to get at his bare skin. He laughed against my lips and lifted his arms
so I could pull the cotton over his head.
Skin like warm silk, smooth and soft, covering hard muscle,
my fingers dragged across the planes and ripples of his chest and stomach, then
fluttered over the welts and scarred flesh of his back.
Ash kicked off his shoes, and rid himself of the rest of his
clothes before prowling toward me. His eyes said, naked now! Mine replied, make
me.
He swept me from my feet so swiftly, my stomach swooped, and
he carried me to the bed, our bed,
working my clothes from my body between slow, hot kisses.
I closed my eyes, needing some defense against his beautiful
face and the sensations that threatened to overwhelm me. He was an ocean wave,
the high tide, and I was drowning in happiness and physical pleasure.
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For as long as I
can remember, I wanted to write. Perhaps it was growing up in a village well
known for its mystery and folklore, which sparked my imagination as a child.
I enjoy writing
in several different genres, and I've just published my first romcom,
'Dazzled'.
All my books have
a little me in them, and I'm inspired by the personal stories of those around
me. It's often from a simple discussion overheard in the train ('Exposure'), in
a café, or in the street, where ideas for characters or scenes come to me.
I fell in love
with both Sam ('The New Samurai') and the eponymous Sebastian in 'The Education
of Sebastian' and the sequel 'The Education of Caroline', and missed them
desperately once I'd finished their stories. I love writing dialogue and always
try to include touches of humour in the most poignant stories.
Whether you like
adult romance novels, new or young adult writing, thrillers, or fantasy, I hope
you'll enjoy the journey through my stories.
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