Adrien Dumortier is BACK!

Well, hello again! As a few of you have noticed, I have let the website go. At the moment I don’t have as much time to blog and it seemed like a little bit of a waste. I will try to get back to blogging, but I won’t be able to do it as often before as I’m trying to catch up on post Covid writing!! (I still have the shakes after home learning – never again – please – dear God!) I’m still regularly sending out my newsletter, though, so if you haven’t signed up and claimed one of your four FREEBIES then please CLICK HERE!

Anyway, I’m going to try and do a regular little snippet from my WIP for you (Work in Progress for those that are new to this) and that happens to be ‘Deadly Retaliation’ which is the sequel series to The Special Agent Series.

For those of you who haven’t read The Special Agent Series, you need to start with the freebie SPARKS here:

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For those of you who have read it, you’ll know that it’s extremely dark, twisted, full of sexy BDSM, menage, power play etc. The good news is… Adie is probably going to be even worse!! Here’s a little taste…

My name is Adrien Dumortier. My best friend, James Leveritt, has just married the woman I love. That’s not the worst of it. She’s also pregnant with his child. To be fair, the man thinks I’m dead. He was supposed to rescue me from the clasps of my brother, but turned up ten minutes late, so had I not managed to get rid of the bomb that was strapped to my waist, I would now be dead. Thankfully, I am more resourceful than the bastard gave me credit for.

So, how do I get even with someone like that? Not face to face, that’s for sure. The man is black ops trained and knows more styles of martial arts than I know ice-cream flavors. No, I’m going to be a little underhand about this. I’m going to kidnap his sister. Then, I’m going to torture her until she’s screaming down the fucking phone and send him the video. Then, I’m going to mess with his wife.

Buckle up. It’s going to be quite a ride.

Chapter One – Adie

 

A bullet whizzes past me, embedding itself in the brick wall three centimeters away from my nose. It sends plaster dust flying in every direction, and I have to hold my breath to make sure I don’t choke on the fumes. There’s no way I’m making a sound. The woman who’s hell-bent on killing me would zero in on my position in a second, and I’m not about to give her that kind of advantage. She’s far too big for her boots as it is. She’s beaten me to the chase twice in the past six months and I’m damned if I’m letting it happen again. I can barely hold my head up in the office as it is.

As it is, I’ve made a bet with one of my female colleagues that this time I will manage to bring home the bacon. If I fail, I promised I’d take her to the cinema this weekend, and I do not take women to the cinema. No way. I might chew their face off, I might fuck them, I might fuck lots of them all at once – but romance? You have got to be kidding me. I’d rather die and slow and painful death, and judging by my competition’s aim this evening, that’s exactly what might happen. Another bullet whizzing past me focuses my attention once more.

“Come and get me, big boy,” a female voice purrs.

Melinda Leader is dressed from head to toe in black motorcycle leathers. She has flaming red hair, which she regularly dies all colors under the sun to confuse me, and a body that a Playboy pin up would kill for. Everything is just perfect. Too perfect, in fact. The woman knows exactly how to attract attention and on the rare occasions I get a glimpse of her face, I am left speechless. She has this coffee-colored skin, just like mine, and these amazing almond-shaped eyes that say I am into all kinds of obscene and twisted fucking. At least, I hope that’s what I say because when I get her into my bed, I am going to be very disappointed if they’ve been saying anything else.

The woman has no idea how much I want her. At the moment, I am picturing her in my dungeon, strapped her to my leather chair, while I slowly proceed to break her apart – a bit like a Kitkat. I want to see if behind all that chocolatey exterior there is something worth sinking my teeth into. I suspect there isn’t because no one compares to Lois, but the fantasy is nice. Lois, by the way, is the woman I’m currently in love with. She married my best friend a few months ago. Yep, my best fucking friend. What a nice guy, huh? To make matters worse, they both left me for dead while my brother tried to execute me. My brother was something else. He strapped a suicide belt to my waist and locked me in a room, just waiting for the chance to press the button and blow me to smithereens. He should have known better. The only people who get to blow me are hot chicks.

That’s all for this week folks. Same time next week?

 

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