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This is the first scene from Sinful Rewards 9 (releasing March 17th – St. Patrick’s Day). It sets the tone for this action-packed installment.
Dreams have always been my refuge from the judgmental world. They’re nightly pockets of happiness I anticipate during the day and cling to every morning.
Tonight is different. Nightmares chase me, my visions gruesome and dark, filled with explosions and flying shrapnel and images of Hawke in increasingly intense levels of pain.
I try to be a good soldier, putting pressure on his gushing wounds and sewing hunks of skin together, my hands shaking, my mouth dry. My efforts aren’t enough to save him. Hawke dies again and again, each loss tearing at my sanity.
After I fail to keep him alive for the fourth heartbreaking time, there’s a moment of sorrow-laden silence. I bow my head and grieve for him, for the future we’ll never have.
Another explosion rocks my imagined world. My eyes burn from the smoke and ash. I blink away my tears, dreading what I’ll see.
The cloud of concealing gray clears. Hawke writhes on the war-torched ground, his face twisted in agony, his body battered. He reaches bloody fingers out to me, a wordless request for my help.
My gaze drops. Oh, God. He has no legs, his blue jeans jaggedly torn, sprays of vivid crimson arcing from his severed limbs.
“Hold on, Hawke.” I rush to his side, broken glass crunching under my shoes. “I’ll save you.” I can do this. Francois, my French friend, shared how he saved his friend after one horrific battle. I unbuckle Hawke’s belt and slide the black leather from the loops on his jeans. “Shit.” There’s only one belt and he needs two tourniquets.
Hawke moans, the sound pulling at my heart. The puddle of blood encircling him grows larger, coating my ballerina flats.
My big man fights me as I attempt to encircle both of his thick thighs. “Stop moving,” I order. The leather slips once, twice, three times, before it finds purchase. I tighten the loop. This doesn’t stem the bleeding.
With every pulse, every spurt of lost blood, his efforts to escape me lessen. “Stay with me.” My voice cracks with emotion. Sweat drips down my spine, my shoulders aching. His heartbeat is loud, sound distorted in my dream, and the boom, boom, boom is slowing. “Don’t leave me.” My fear and panic builds. I have to save him and I don’t know how.
His heart stops, the stillness terrifying. “Hawke,” I scream, thumping on his T-shirt-covered chest with my dirty fists, trying to revive him. “Hawke.”
“I’m here.” Rough hands grip my shoulders, plucking me from my nightmare. “You’re safe, love.” I’m pressed against a wall of warm flesh. “I have you.” Hawke nuzzles his face in my hair, his breath wafting on my skin.
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No longer torn between the billionaire and the biker, Bee has claimed her man, branding his skin with her scent, his soul with her care. He’s her ideal choice, building passion within her she didn’t know existed, supporting her dreams, and willing to do anything for her.
But is she the ideal choice for him?
An early-morning surprise attack and the arrival of a beautiful, witty, and regrettably nice rival make Bee question her decision. Does she step aside, forgoing her forever to ensure her man’s survival, or does she risk his life and her heart on love?
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