Is the love of a bad man as fulfilling as that of a good man—if he’s good to you?
The fantasy for most women is the happily ever after, the white knight or the prince charming. Or maybe they imagine the hero swoops in to save them from their mundane existence. But what happens if you catch the attention of the villain instead? Tiffany aka Karma is about to find out…
Karma isn’t just a name; it’s a way of life for an exotic dancer with a taste for vigilante justice. She should have been more careful though, because her deeds haven’t gone completely unnoticed. A man who isn’t quite human, with the predilection for destruction, has set his sights on her. His brand of love is tainted…twisted, and Karma is powerless to resist.
Excerpt:
His
muddy gaze slid over me with disdain and his lips curled up into a
sneer. “You really didn’t think I was going to let you get away
with that, did you?”
Internally
I was trying to quickly come up with a plan. I wasn’t some
preternaturally gifted being of some sort, not that those existed.
Sure I took martial arts and self-defense but...in real life being
about a foot shorter than this guy put me at a huge disadvantage. I
usually used surprise...and weapons to even those kinds of odds. I
was lacking both of those at the moment. I donned the best fake smile
I could muster. “Get away with what? I told you I’m not for sale.
You got what you paid for.”
The
kid’s eyes narrowed and hostility rolled off of him in waves. “You
led me on. You made me think—”
“I
never led you on for even a second. You paid for and I gave you time
in the private room with me where you received a very up close and
personal dance that lasted the span of a few songs. I told you
before, my sexual favors aren’t for sale. Whatever you’ve heard
about me or any of the other girls at Club Elite is a lie. This isn’t
that kind of place.” I crossed my arms over my chest and attempted
to make it seem like he wasn’t intimidating me. How
the hell did he get past the security downstairs and know where to
find me?
He
rushed at me, letting me know that our little tête-à-tête was
over. I dropped my bag and made myself ready. I
can do this. Just pretend—
My inner pep talk was cut off as I was tackled to the ground and all
the air left my lungs. I strained my neck muscles to keep the impact
on my head as little as possible. I tried to bring my knee up between
his legs but he was already pinning me with his full body weight. I
head butted him instead. My forehead made contact with his nose and
he screamed in tandem with the loud crunching noise the blow made.
Blood spurted everywhere and he rolled off of me. He recovered more
quickly than I expected and stars danced in front of my eyes when his
fist connected with the side of my face. I collapsed onto my back and
blinked dazedly. Taking a full out punch was something I’d never
done before. It didn’t feel good, to say the least, and it was more
difficult to shake off than people in movies always made it seem.
Author Bio:
D.T. Dyllin is a bestselling author who writes both paranormal and contemporary romance. Anything with a love story is her kryptonite. Her obsession with affairs-of-the-heart is what first drove her to begin twisting her own tales of scorching romance.
D.T. was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (Black & Gold for life, baby!) She now lives in Little Rock, Arkansas with her husband and two spoiled German Shepherds.
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D.T. was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (Black & Gold for life, baby!) She now lives in Little Rock, Arkansas with her husband and two spoiled German Shepherds.
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