Carnal Whispers:
Mind Stalker
Carnal
Series, #3
by Reily Garret
Releasing
July 11th 2016
Self-Published
Self-Published
BlurbTo delve into another’s mind is to revel in the depths of truth, cringe in the face of past and imagined horrors, and suffer their dreams, all while searching for balance and serenity.
Daniele
is a mysterious, gentle, and loyal young woman harboring knowledge capable of
destroying millions. Thumbing her nose at fate, she hides in plain sight while
concealing her extraordinary talent, enduring isolation despite her fantasies
of a normal life.
Marc, owner of the BDSM club, Ambrosia, is
determined to protect the elusive beauty stalked by a psychopathic killer.
Hidden underneath her vulnerability, he senses a courage and determination
forged from horrific circumstances. While adapting unique scenes to free her
from fear and low self-esteem, he strives to stay one step ahead of a branch of
the government answering to no one.
Each
must rely on the other to survive a world where betrayal and deception, desire
and trust, weave a fabric that threatens their sanity.
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“No. I'm afraid you just missed her, but I can
schedule you for Monday morning if that's all right.” Though handsome, his
blatant interest didn't stir the heart-fluttering, chaotic beat associated with
Marc’s presence.
“Sure,
darlin’. What time is good for you?” Leaning over the bi-level counter allowed
him visual access to her organized space. “Ah…I see you read erotic romance. I
have a sister that writes for a large, New York publisher.”
Oh hell. Her
fingers couldn't move fast enough to hide the book's cover, a leather-clad man
handcuffing his naked woman’s upper arms behind her back in front of a spanking
bench. In her haste to hide the cover, she inadvertently skid the book off the
counter, landing several feet to Marc’s side. Where else would it land?
His
swift reflexes resulted in scooping up the offending material. After a quick
glance at the cover, his head tilted back and forth, as if judging the merits
of the scene depicted and finding it lacking in some specific way. Something
inside her dictated he’d return the book—for a price.
Fiery
heat blazed up her neck to engulf her face, becoming an inferno worthy of a
three-alarm fire. His shaking shoulders did nothing for her composure. Yeah, and he owns the BDSM club thirty miles
away.
“How
about Monday morning at ten-thirty. Uh, your name, sir?” After fumbling the
appointment card twice, she placed it on the counter and grabbed the nearby
pen. Panic became a palpable pressure in her chest. Perspiration dotted her
forehead and spine between her shoulder blades.
“Clayton
Hutson and that sounds great, darlin’. I'll see you then…unless you'd let me
take you to dinner tonight.”
“Sorry,
Mr. Hutson, I’m busy tonight.” I think
I’ll just call you slick.
“Well,
how about lunch tomorrow?”
Something
in his distinct and intense scrutiny now scared her shitless, a foreboding she
hadn’t endured for three years. The prickling along her nape and arms never
happened randomly. Blood drained from her face to leave her shaken at the sight
of his rough hands on the counter, calloused hands that could wield a garrote
with expertise. Could he be the serial
killer responsible for the recent murders?
The fact he stood before
her, overshadowing and transmitting such bad vibes ensured she wouldn't feel
safe for a long time, even if he just saw her as a sexual conquest.
Under
normal circumstances, discerning someone's goals amounted to a simple exercise,
whether honest or nefarious, but Marc's overwhelming effect on her mindset
obliterated her ability to pick up slick's intentions.
A
suggestive throat clearing transferred her attention back to Marc, whose
demeanor revealed no evidence of his earlier carefree banter. “No, Hutson.
She's with me.” His expression lost all signs of levity as he crowded closer to
her workspace, edging the other man out. “I'll pick you up at ten a.m., Dani.
Okay?” Darius's combination whine-growl elicited a like response in the other
dog. Each shepherd’s attunement to his master’s emotions came as no surprise.
Hutson’s
face broadcast a tangle of warning signs she’d label aggressive if expressed in
canine form, non-blinking, direct eye contact, dilated pupils, hardened jaw,
and a predator’s grin.
Her well-planned intentions
evaporated like seawater meeting magma, the haze forming smothered the
intricate workings of her mind. At this point, mangled words were a useless
commodity. She merely nodded.
“Right
then. Have a good day, Mr. Hutson.” Marc's conspicuous dismissal earned him a
groan and insincere apology.
“Sorry,
man. Didn't know she was taken. It’s not as if she's wearing a ring or collar.
Nice dog by the way. I watched him track in his first trial. Good nose in bad
weather and difficult cover.” His calculating gaze bore into Marc as if gauging
the likelihood of winning a dirty, no-holds-barred fight; his shark’s grin hid
nothing.
Hutson’s
departure allowed Dani to draw a slow lungful of toxin-purging air. “Thank you,
Marc. He made me a bit nervous for some reason.”
“Welcome.
Any time. He kicked my sixth sense into overdrive, too. You all right? You
turned white as a sheet. Do you know him from somewhere?” Darius whined and
chuffed, pulling on his leash until Marc let go. “What's up, boy? You never
misbehave…”
Barreling
around the counter to rub against her thigh, Darius’ chest rumbled when Dani
buried her face in the long hair at his neck. “Aw, sweetie. It's all right.
You're such a good boy.” His fur smelled of oatmeal and vanilla shampoo, the
same she used with dog baths in the office. “I’ve never seen that guy before,
but he gave me the creeps.”
“We'll
hang around until you leave.” More a command than offer, his statement, along
with his expression, brooked no argument.
“Thanks.
Something about him…” The soft fur against her cheek imbued a soothing calm,
unattainable through any other means.
“Yeah,
me too. Anyway, about tomorrow, give me your address and I'll pick you up.”
“Oh.
I thought you just said that to get me off the hook with Hutson. You really
don't need to bother.” Miles of blood vessels conveyed scorching, liquid heat
blazing a trail up her neck and across her face. Intervention via reality
proved to be a bitch. She stood no chance holding her own with this man turned
demi-god.
“No
trouble at all. That way I can check and make sure you’re all right.”
“How
'bout I meet you there.” The less information she gave a man like this, the
better. Dangerous in his own way, Marc Crofton embodied thoughts of lust,
dreams of bondage, large wooden X’s, and unspeakable toys wringing out
mind-blowing sensations. Like any man
would want a girl like me.
“Ahh…I
look forward to earning your trust. Perhaps after a day at the trials, you'd
join me for dinner.” He didn’t just set the book down on her workspace, no, he
had to make a meal of it, placing it conspicuously then patting the cover.
“Oh,
I-I don't eat dinner. Well, um, I eat dinner but not on weekends. No. Actually,
I don't go out on weekends…Well, I go out….” Any minute, tears of humiliation
would stain her cheeks. “I don't date.” Crap,
just shoot me now.
“That’s
fine. I'm not ready for a date, either. Good thing we cleared that up. We'll
just grab a bite to eat. I'd hate to keep you out all day and return you home
tired and hungry, very bad manners.” The look in his gaze spoke of insatiable
appetites, steamy, erotic, raw nights filled with breathless screams and
creative, salacious undertakings. Carnal whispers filtered through her mind,
encouraged by her rich imagination and curious nature to form a solid wall of
longing buffeted by her long-suffering, low self-esteem.
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Author Info
Reily’s employment as an ICU nurse, private investigator, and work in the military police has given her countless experiences in a host of different environments to add a real world feel to her fiction.
Reily’s employment as an ICU nurse, private investigator, and work in the military police has given her countless experiences in a host of different environments to add a real world feel to her fiction.
Though her kids are her life, writing is Reily’s
life after. The one enjoyed…after the kids are in bed or after they’re in
school and the house is quiet. This is the time she kicks back with laptop and
lapdog to give her imagination free rein.
In life,
hobbies can come and go according to our physical abilities, but you can always
enjoy a good book. Life isn’t perfect, but our imaginations can be. Relax,
whether it’s in front of a fire or in your own personal dungeon. Take pleasure
in a mental pause as you root for your favorite hero/heroine and bask in their
accomplishments, then share your opinions of them over a coffee with your best
friend (even if he’s four legged). Life is short. Cherish your time.
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