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RYAN

Taking heavy steps down the same corridor I walked from only a short time ago when leaving this shithole behind me, is bittersweet. Anger sizzles and cracks under my skin at the thought of having to dwell within the walls of Blue water once more, instead of being out there in the world to play with whomever I choose. But as long as she's in here, my sweet Cereus, I'll happily exist in hell just to breathe the same fire as her. 
"This is your room."
Room
It’s not a hotel, fucking degenerate. What kind of weak, uneducated parasite have you got to be to work in such a place as this?
Watching this man dangling his key from his finger and walking around my so-called room like he's the superior being, trying to dominate my space, is laughable. The cell they try to convince me is a room, consists of a bunk, a toilet, and four grey walls. 
What a fucking mutt, anal stain. He looks bored; maybe I’m keeping him from his soccer game and Cheetos. Did he not know the man who stood before him? It’s laughable that they let this step up from a janitor handle me. 
“Doors lock at nine pm. Be in here.” He orders. How can he even think he has any worth, any damn right to play who has the bigger balls with me? I should cut them off and serve them to the other wardens as a welcome "me" home gift.
It’s amusing that they put me in the tame ward, my door will be left open in the day, and I’ll be free to walk around the common room infecting the crazy son of bitches with my torment. It’s laughable. 
My sweet Cereus won’t be here though; she will be kept where I was when first sentenced. Confinement. They think this is the answer for people like us. Giving us time with our dark thoughts. Medicate and make us talk about our psychotic tendencies. Always looking for a reason, a time in your life when things must have changed; a trigger that created the darkness within. 
The fact they yearn for and seek reason makes them easy to manipulate. Feed them what they want to hear, confess, and ask for forgiveness and help. They look at you like they’ve cracked an impenetrable egg and the evil pours right out leaving us cleansed, healed. So arrogant, so fucking human of them. I’ll watch and study, learn the roles and staff, new and old since I was last here, it’s time to plan and plot. This all feels beneath me, been there, done that, but she is worth it all. 
What was she thinking locked away alone in the darkness? The need, an insatiable craving to be in the same space as her is like a virus itching under the skin needing its cure. Gaining my bearings will take a day or two, my girl will have to wait a little longer. 
***
Bribing wardens, nurses, and doctors will always be second nature to me; I spent a lifetime doing it before I tasted my freedom. Now here I am, back in Blue water getting these puppets to do whatever I desire, well, for the most part. Cranking my shoulders my blood hums and crackles beneath the skin, like a dormant dragon biding my time before I set the place alight. 
My sweet, sweet Cereus. 
“You have thirty minutes.” Roger, one of the night staff tells me as he unlocks Cereus’s cell. These halls are monitored by CCTV, which he must have switched off, which tells me the two security men watching them are on the take as well. Greed and corruption runs through this whole place. Nice to know. 
I notice his left hand is his most dominate as he uses it to open her door and swing the keys around his fingers. Idiot. 
Stepping around his body and looking back at him over my shoulder, I croon.
“Did you know over two thousand left-handed people die every year, from using right handed items?” 
His movements stutter and I can feel his eyes boring into the side of my face, and the pulse quicken in the side of his neck. 
If only he knew how easily I could make him eat those very eyes. 
Cereus.
She’s my goal here, though, letting out all the rage I feel inside me building for us ending up here can wait. She needs me. 
He deserves what’s coming to him, and if I had time, I would make it last just for how easy it was for him to allow me access to her. 
The worst most deranged fucks reside in this hellhole, and here this fuck is, opening the door to a young girls cell who lays restrained to her bed. What if I was a rapist and he willingly allowed me to enter her room and her body. No one will ever touch her. Rules needed to be made clear, Cereus is mine, and anyone who dares to sniff in her direction will suffer from a bloody and brutal death. I had nothing to lose anymore; my freedom was something that would only matter if hers was granted. 
My heart rate quickens as I see her frame like a shadow cast in the moonlight streaming through a sliver of a window too small to fit through and too high to reach. “Is that a threat?” The intruder at this moment asks. I’d almost forgotten he was there for a brief moment. “Threats are made by weak men, too tethered to their soul just to act.” 
“Now you only get ten minutes.” He grunts.
Ten minutes won’t be enough. Eternity wouldn’t be enough for us.
“And don’t touch her restraints, she’s high risk.” 
High risk indeed. 
Closing the cell, and leaving us alone at last, his shadow stalks the light glowing amber from beneath the door. Ignoring his presence I take a step towards her. 
My hands ache to touch her, my mouth to inhale her scent; she always had a unique trace that lingers on her skin, which became more distinctive as her rage grew in the very marrow of her bones.
“Cereus” I whisper, but it sounds like a plea even to my own ears. 
I never thought I would need someone before her. She’s an ache, deep rooted and insatiable, burrowed inside the very fabric of my being. 
Taking a step closer I wait for a reaction, he mentioned she wasn’t kept sedated, so her silence is a choice. Walking around her bed my fingertips brush over the binds holding her there. 
“You’re not real.” She croaks. Her head shakes from side to side, and her chest begins to heave. 
“Shhh, my sweet Cereus.” 
“I killed you; I’m so sorry.” She stutters. Her body trembling beneath my gaze.
A tired sigh leaves my lips. “You made a good effort but I’m still breathing, and I’ve come for you.” 
Her eyes track my movements as I loosen her restraints and free her from them. Her body stiffens with caution. “You’re not real; you’re just what I want to see,” she states and a ripple of satisfaction courses through me. 
I’m all she wants to see. We’re soul mates and can’t survive without the other. 
“It’s me,” Lifting my shirt from my body I take her hand and run it over the wound she inflicted. It’s healing but still sore and raised. Her intake of breath echoes in the small room, and a smile touches my lips. Joining her on the bed, I cocoon myself around her breathing her in; she shifts to face me on her side. 
Her hand is touching over my heart. The palm heating the skin there. “Is it you?” 
“Yes, my sweet Cereus. I’ve come for you.” 
“Are you going to take me away from here?” Her tone is small and desperate. Damn it if I allow her to be treated this way, to rot in a twelve by twelve coffin. “If that’s what you want.” 
A grunt leaves my lips as her entire weight launches into me pinning me beneath her petite frame. Her lips cover my face, my eyes, nose and then her mouth opens over mine. Her teeth puncturing the flesh of my bottom lip. The sting causes my cock to stir and the sight of blood coating her lips brings it to full life. “I needed to know you were real.” She breathes over my skin, tasting my blood. “Get us out of here, I’m so lonely without you.” She demands. Her hair is falling into her face and shrouding her eyes from me. 
Shifting her from me and climbing from the bed, I slip my shirt back on and adjust myself. She will no doubt use that weakness I just had for her against me at some point, and I look forward to her games. Going to the door, I tap.
Rap.
Rap.
Rap.
As the door opens and Roger’s silhouette fills the space, a trickle of adrenaline ignites the fire raging to come out. Grabbing him by the throat and dragging him inside the cell I swing his body around so his back is to my front and I put him in a headlock facing Cereus. He struggles, scratching and pulling at my forearm crushing his windpipe and then he realizes his mistake and tries to rectify by going for the alarm attached to all guard’s belts. Cereus has already jumped from the bed and made her approach on him. Grabbing at his arms she pins them against his chest, closing her body over them as she leans up on her tiptoes to watch the light leave his eyes. I’ve missed this. Dropping his weight to the floor and rolling my neck I go to the exit of her room and hold my hand out. Her delicate hand slips into mine as a smile curls her lips. “Let’s go have some fun.”
The end.

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Title: Pretty Stolen Dolls
Authors: Ker Dukey & K. Webster
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 26, 2016
**This is a Dark title with adult themes**


Synopsis

Benny loves his pretty little dolls.
As long as they do exactly as they’re told.
He keeps them perfect by brushing their hair
and gives them pretty dresses to wear.
He likes to toy with them late at night.
One so timid but the other likes to fight.
When his favorite doll runs away…
despite the other doll promising to stay,
his heart becomes broken and he can’t help but cry.
He wants her back home or his pretty little doll must die.
Have you ever had to make a decision that haunts you every single day for the rest of your life…the life you stole back?
I have.
I ran for my survival, rocks and twigs cutting into the soles of my feet, my lungs burning and screaming for rest, every muscle tensed and fighting along with me for existence.
I left her.
I ran, ran, ran—from Benny and his lone, pretty little doll—until I couldn’t remember where to find them again.
I’m sorry.


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This is a Dark NA Romance intended for a Mature audience only, 18+ graphic sexual content and heavy issues. ​

Just when sixteen-year-old, River, thought life couldn't get any worse, it proves her wrong.
Desperate with nowhere else to turn, she finds herself trapped with a false savior, her brother's best friend.
Entwining her life with the last person she should trust, things turn from bad to worse when she exchanges one nightmare for the next. Now forced through fear into an abusive, dangerous relationship with Danny.
Which in turn permanently ended any chance she had with the only boy she ever loved. 
Now, fours years later, and no better off than she was at sixteen, Sammy -- the boy that got away-- returns only to find River's life bleaker than ever. 
He ran away from her when she needed him the most, but unanswered questions plagued him and after seeing her again, the feelings that he pushed into the deep recesses of his heart have reignited into a flame he is certain he can not ignore. When the sparks between Sammy and River finally ignite, it will leave explosive consequences for everyone.
Ten years old I fell in love. 
Ten years was the price of that love. 
Ten years later our world’s re-collide. 




My brother, Jonah, was possessive when it came to the things he owned. This unfortunately included the people in his life. The forbidden love between his best friend and me was just that… forbidden. Our families were from different walks of life, and as a sheriff’s daughter, being with a Moore’s kid would never be tolerated. To my parents, their son and Dalton Moore were on different paths, and their friendship would end as soon as college began, but it was my brother who had a craving for trouble. He was always looking for danger, committing petty crimes and getting away with it because Dalton would take the fall, blackening his already stained name. When Jonah found out we broke the rules by loving each other, his actions impacted us all causing immeasurable suffering. Betrayal comes with a debt, and it would be paid by all of us. One with their heart, one with their mind, and one would pay in blood.  



From International best-selling author Ker Dukey, comes a Dark, devastatingly sexy, romantic suspense series. 
 
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Blake:
I am a brother
I am a police detective
I am a contract killer
I don't want to love
I don't want to feel
I don't want ... EMPATHY.

They say some people are born with decreased activity in the front central lobe causing them a deficiency in empathy. Maybe that's true about me but whether I was born this way or created in a moment of evil, empathy was something I didn't possess until her green eyes met mine in the mirror and I couldn't take her life.
I didn't want to feel, didn't want this woman in my life complicating how I lived but she was there at every turn. Sent to haunt me for my sins. Her light so bright she provoked a shadow from everyone she touched. When a job turns bad quickly altering my life forever I'm forced to feel. When nothing is making sense I'm forced to face truths I never would recover from. When life drowns you in its cruelty you don't know which way the current will drag you or who you'll become once you re-surface.


You meet someone. You date. You fall in love. You marry.
The four simple rules of love….
Wrong! I’m getting married, but I’d never met him before now, never dated him, never fell in love. I have no access to the memories of the most magical time of anyone’s life.
My mind won’t allow me to evoke the past, I can’t remember those simple stages to lead me to the fourth.

I can’t comprehend why I would have ever wanted to marry someone like Dante. I should never have passed the first stage, although, I may have seen him through the eyes of the woman I once was, this me that lives, breathes here now, can’t understand how we made it to the next stage.
I’m not sure, without memories, how I know that this voice inside me, telling me I would never have chosen him, speaks some truth, I just know. He’s controlling, arrogant, callous and violent, and utterly hell-bent on humiliating and degrading me – Like watching me falter, watching me struggle to comply and be the woman he asked to marry, powers him- as though he wants to break me piece by piece. Fiber by fiber. Until all that’s here is the shell he created from a soul that I once owned.


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