BOOK INFORMATION
TITLE – Conceiving Evil
AUTHOR – Jenna Fox
GENRE – Erotic/Suspense with
light BDSM and horror themes
PUBLICATION DATE – October 16th
2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 35
pages/10,577 words
PUBLISHER – Dark Hollows Press
COVER ARTIST – 3 Rusted
Spoons
BOOK SYNOPSIS
A dark, chilling romance. Fall in love with the ultimate bad
guy.
Like everyone else after the economic crash, Abby Torrance
was struggling financially. But then Dorian Lincoln, a political and business
icon, sweeps her off her feet and into a life of promise. He’s a man who has
enough power to change the world for the better, a man who can give hope to the
masses, a man who can give Abby a baby.
But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and Abby
is having strange dreams that seem both a warning and a prophesy. How can she
give the evil undertones of her dreams any notice when she’s busy focusing on
conceiving?
BUY & TBR
LINKS
AMAZON KINDLE US
– AMAZON
KINDLE CA – AMAZON
KINDLE UK – ALL
ROMANCE – BARNES
& NOBLES NOOK – GOODREADS
– SHELFARI
EXCERPT
Dammit to hell. I can’t even enjoy a movie.
The nighttime air bit at my skin as thoughts of him chomped
at my brain. He’d polluted me like a poison that spread throughout my mind and
body, seizing every thought, leaving no rest. I loved horror movies and yet I
couldn’t recall a single scene. Jimmie kept glancing at me, concern etching his
face all the way through the ninety-minute show.
Soon Jimmie and I walked out of the theater, my hand resting
in the crook of his elbow. Bitterness raged inside, heating my face against the
breeze when I saw the limo roll toward us. He found me like he always said he
would, but three fucking hours late.
I knew I wasn’t Dorian’s top priority, and I’d made some
progress at keeping my jealousy under control, but no woman wanted to be shoved
to the side every time it was convenient for a man. I tightened my grip on
Jimmie’s sleeve and pulled him along just as the driver stepped into our path.
I gave the chauffeur a shotgun-glare as he motioned me to the car. “Miss
Torrance, Mr. Lincoln is waiting.”
My heart skipped ten beats, I couldn’t tear my eyes away
when the dark window lowered and Dorian tousled his ebony hair with his
fingers. He wasn’t in his usual attire, a business suit. Tonight he presented
himself in casual wear. His sharp, handsome features were
expressionless.
I closed my eyes, digging deep for the strength to tell him
to get lost for standing me up, but I knew the words would never make it past
my lips. I was a fool to entertain the thought. One look from those black eyes
sifted me like wheat. Dorian practically owned me. That man was my tempter and
my savior wrapped into one.
I met him at the lowest point of my life, after my mother
died of cancer. The three jobs I was working to keep my head above water and
pay off her medical bills were about to do me in physically. While I was
waiting tables at the country club, Dorian swooped in from out of nowhere and
rescued me like an injured bird. His amazing sixth sense alerted him that life
was too much for me, and he offered me a strong shoulder to cry on. The
floodgates opened and I unloaded my personal problems. Dorian Lincoln promised
those problems would disappear with a simple acceptance of his proposition:
give him power over my body, something Bianca wouldn’t allow.
Lifting my palm to Jimmie’s cheek, I smiled. “Thanks for the
movie. I’ll call you next week.”
“He’s a prick. You deserve better, Abby!” Jimmie yelled, as
I eased myself inside the limo.
Dorian opened a small refrigerator under the seat, his hands
cupping the base of a champagne glass. “You’ve wasted no time finding another
way of entertaining yourself this evening.”
“You wasted no time in standing me up,” I
scoffed.
When I left his office that afternoon, Dorian said he wanted
me for some ‘quality time.’ Eight-thirty rolled around before I realized he was
a no-show. The food got cold and eventually the long stemmed candles I lit for
dinner burned out, along with my patience.
“Meetings...clients,” he said.
Top secret meetings and clients were always the excuse. The
coldness in his voice was a sword to my heart, a reminder of my temporary
ranking in his life. I held on tight to his promise of our relationship
becoming more when the time was right.
His stony expression broke into a devious grin. “You look
beautiful in that dress and your enthusiasm is charming. But watching you
masturbate will reimburse me, Miss Torrance.”
My stomach dropped and quivered as I pressed my thighs
together. He was going to punish me.
I tugged at the straps of the red shoes he’d bought me,
eyeing him as he sipped from the flute and moved his gaze toward the window.
Overtaken by the need to be the object of his fascination, I almost begged him
to turn those onyx eyes back on me. His attention was the only thing that kept
me from going under.
“Dorian, please I-”
My words were cut off with the sharp turn of his head.
Relief came in a warm caress, but suspicion moved in with a lift of his brow.
The small amount of light coming through the tinted windows deepened the masculine
angles of his face, lending them a sternness that echoed in his
voice.
“No other men. I thought I was quite clear about that when
we discussed the terms of our agreement, three months ago.”
“Jimmie is just a friend.”
“Jimmie is a man. A distraction.”
“A distraction from being pissed. I don’t like being stood
up.”
I sounded so offended, but I had no right. Closing my eyes I
regrouped, reminding myself that I freely agreed to make myself available to
him. Dorian kept up his end of the arrangement. He took care of me, changed my
life for the better. My phone stopped ringing from creditors, he gave me a
great job at his company, and I had food on the table in a fabulous apartment.
He seemed to know my every need before I voiced them. I could push aside my
hostility and take his punishment and occasional negligence.
“You are mine, all mine.” he announced.
His words, saturated with power and ownership, sustained my
hungry heart. I could hold out as long as it took, accepting the way things had
to be until Bianca was more emotionally stable, and Dorian could ask her for a
divorce. I had waited longer on losers, lazy assholes who wouldn’t work in a
pie factory. This time I had struck gold.
Reaching over, I grabbed the seat when Dorian impatiently
knocked on the divider and the limo picked up speed.
AUTHOR BIO
Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, wife and multi
published author of erotic romance residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys
reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy
family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own
dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with
unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings,
although not always in a romantic or conventional way.
Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive
imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself
writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in
traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter. Fox is a
listener of hard rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short,
she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one
kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away
closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced
chocolate soothes the savage beast.
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