Sammi is an intern for a TV talent show, hating life and desperate to escape the monotony, when her wake-up call finds her. A member of a band involved with the show, the dark and mysterious Blaine, shows an intense and sudden interest in Sammi. For the first time, she wonders if maybe she shouldn't have been so eager for things to change.
With Blaine permanently fixed in her mind, she dreams of him—violent, bloody and intensely sexual dreams that only pull her towards him more. Sammi knows there is something uniquely different about Blaine—something she doesn't know or understand…but something she wants.
Every second spent with Blaine is one spent with danger. But every second spent without him feels worse.
Sammi wanted to take a bite out of the big apple, but will she escape with her life before it bites back? More importantly…will she want to?
General Release Date: 7th November 2011
"Mr Ryan needs his water. Now! Move it!" The vile woman turned her back and I rolled my eyes, biting back the retorts I’d have gladly shot her way…if only it wouldn’t have meant I’d get fired. My regret over taking this position heightened day by day.
After graduating from my tiny high school as one of the only students with an independent mind, I’d been eager to escape to the city. They said New York was the place dreams came true. The reality was something different. It was the place dreams went to die.
When I got this job, I’d thought my luck was changing. An internship with the TV studio was a sought after position…and now I was paying the price. My first week in the big, bad city I’d met Jerry Callaghan—an investment banker with too much cash. He had crashed into me outside a coffee shop, sending my beloved mocha straight to the sidewalk. For a broke chick, mochas were a once-in-a-while indulgence.
Jerry had insisted on taking me for dinner to make up for it. One month later he was still around—but only because I owed him. Over dinner I’d told him my plans to score the internship and prove my family wrong, set up on my own and make a name for myself.
The next day I’d got the call to say the internship was mine. Only later had I found out Jerry was close personal friends with someone in charge. He hung the favour over my head like an axe. If I didn’t repay in a way that pleased him, I’d be lucky if all I lost was my head.
He wanted something from me and I’d have had to have been an idiot not to realise what. So far I’d kept him at bay, but it couldn’t be done forever. Part of me hoped he was only so interested because I wasn’t melting at his feet, turned into a devout follower by the sight of his black Amex. How long had it been since he’d met a challenge?
It wasn’t my looks that kept him interested, though I’d always attracted the interest of men—slim build, flawless skin and long, chocolate-brown hair saw to that. No, Jerry wanted me in the sense of ownership. And what Jerry wanted, Jerry got.
"Intern!" the voice screamed through my earpiece. "Water, now!"
Sighing, I picked up three bottles of water and carried them to the long, silver desk facing the stage. None of the judges looked at me as I placed a bottle in front of each of them. Assholes.
Armed with scraps of paper and a lot of tape, I sat down to create my first work of fiction aged six. Since then I have been honing my skill and have moved on to computers and have found them to be a lot less sticky.
A voracious reader, I devour as many books a year as I can get my hands on and when I’m not falling head first into other worlds, I am creating my own.
As well as erotic fiction, I also write Young Adult and historical romances.
I live in Scotland with my husband and two children. We also share our home with a bonkers cat who makes life interesting at the very least.
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