on September 30, 2014
Genres: Adult Fiction, Erotica, Romance
Being pulled in different directions, Amara must choose what she wants to believe and whom she'll trust.
We’re getting ready for the release of The Sinner’s Bargain by Claire Contreras!
We have an excerpt and some teasers to entice you, so be sure to let us know what you think!
Age group: Adult
Genre: Dark Contemporary Romance
“Come here, I wanna tell you a secret,” he whispered, placing his elbows on the desk and leaning in. She mimicked his stance, leaning in until their faces were closer than they were apart. “You’re right,” he said, his minty breath tickling over her face, not helping her body’s coiling reaction to his proximity. “The queen is the most important piece on that board. She has the power to slay everybody, anyway she wants. The game always looks more promising when your queen is there, but sometimes she’s taken and you have to depend on whatever pieces of the court are left. Maybe you have a bishop and a rook and you can get far with those, or knight…eh, but still, you don’t have the sense of security that queen gives you,” he continued, the gaze in his eyes was so intense she could make out the perfect lines of dark brown that etched the lighter shade of his pupil and she didn’t dare look away from him. He leaned closer then, the side of his face grazing hers, the little hairs on his face making her shiver profusely and the low chuckle that followed, right beside her ear causing that shiver to turn into two. “So you see, Mara, some people think they can target my queen, take her from me, do with her as they wish. They think I’ll just stand back with my dick tucked between my legs and watch them treat her like a puppet.” He inched even closer, his cologne making her head spin, his words were low, husky, said in the voice he’d used countless times to ground out her name when he was thrusting his dick inside her. She could practically feel him sliding against her, his breath over her as she panted beneath him. Her nipples tightened at the visual in her head as she pictured her nails scraping against his muscled back. “But she’s not a puppet. She’s a motherfucking queen.”