BLOG STOP~HOPE RESTRAINED By M.S. Willis

She was meant to be his assassin

A forced player in a rivalry within The Estate

Yet her loyalty was to no person but herself

When Hope is taken captive by Xander Black

She becomes the one thing that can ensure Aaron’s reign

Raised within a rival crime network, Hope Delacroix wanted nothing to do with The Estate. A fierce warrior, Hope is given no choice but to kill Aaron Carmichael. Caught in her attempt, Hope is captured by Aaron’s top guard in an effort to discover who sent her.

Ever loyal and protective, Xander Black’s sole objective is to defend Aaron and Maddy. Willing to do whatever is necessary, Xander gives in to darkness in order to force information out of Hope.

As Xander enslaves Hope to break her down completely, he learns that in the two years since Joseph Carmichael’s death, dissension still exists within The Estate.

“I find it ironic that your name is Hope…especially considering that you have none.” ~ Xander Black

“Beg for me, Hope.”

The words were jumbled, echoing from deep within something far from where she lay, but she wanted him back, closer, touching her, driving her.  She floated inside a bubble of fire and ice, of day and night.  Thought was obsolete and meaningless, the only things necessary were pleasure…and pain.  She’d beg, now that she’d been pushed to a point of abandon and carelessness, she’d beg for more, for it never to end.  Her strength was her weakness, and now that he’d discovered it, he forced her body to betray her, to mock her for how feeble her mind had become.

“Please.”  Her plea was muffled by her intoxication and she opened her eyes to see his wicked grin.  He didn’t look real.  He wore his strength and command over her like he would clothing, every inch of his skin sticky with masculinity and raw power.  Drops of sweat dripped down his brow, sliding along his skin, breaking apart against the stubble of his jaw.  She’d trembled when he’d raked his cheek along the inside of her thigh and she wanted to feel it over her breasts as his teeth bit into the tips.

“Please what?”  He laughed softly and his words vibrated through his chest, tickling her skin where he touched her.  Every few seconds he would run his length between her thighs, tempting and teasing her – promising to fill her so full, her own body would break apart around him and her mind would shatter within her skull.

 “Break me…please”

M.S. Willis is a romance novelist whose debut novel, Control, was released in 2013.  Although currently writing in the romance genre, Willis has plans to expand her literary pursuits into multiple genres and has no fear conquering difficult subject matters in her writing.  Willis is a native Floridian who is also a photographer and musician.  When not absorbing herself in written, visual or musical expression, Willis is an adrenaline junkie, a ‘closet’ video game enthusiast, and an avid outdoors person and nature lover.

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