Sean Flynn is a man with an appetite for fine women. This key element happens to be his greatest downfall. Flynn has always been loved, even worshipped by women from all walks of life. He's had his share of wealthy southern belles, princesses, a spoiled heiress, sensual intellectual types and most recently, a powerful professional diva. Though having very little in common with these women that crave this blue collar, tattooed Irishman, Flynn's been able to secure their affections. In many ways, he is living a life that most men would sell their souls for. But don't be fooled. Being desired by the best of women comes at a price, especially when these women are meant to be untouchable. Of all the men in the world, only Sean Flynn has been capable of setting them straight, and laying the pipe just right.
After consistently finding himself in trouble with the law, even having served time for lack of control, Flynn looks to make a change. But since he's already set the stage for the wrong types of relations, how can he so easily walk away?
As Flynn continues down this self-destructive path, he finds solace in an unlikely savior, yet another woman. Judge Lauryn Lomax is thrust into his life. Though she's attached, connected and indebted to career criminals, Lauryn refuses to give up on this man she barely knows.
Flynn has never relied on luck, in fact, it's consistently played against his favor. But when the right woman comes along, one that is willing to brave hell for his sake even as her own life hangs in the balance, can he believe that all things are possible?
“What should I call you?” I ask as he takes a seat directly in front of my desk. I remove my robe. After placing it one side, I half sit-half lean against the edge of the desk. My gaze rests on his hands, mainly the way his fists flex while he draws his fingers inward and out.
“Under normal circumstances,” I begin, unsure of why I'm so compelled to proceed, yet needing to make sure he is and will always be okay. Though it's a treat to have him come before my bench, it might not always be my bench and he certainly wouldn’t always be this lucky. “Under normal circumstances, you would call me Judge Lomax or Your Honor. For now however, I’d like to set aside all formalities. Call me Lauryn.”
I smirk when his eyebrows shoot up. And when his tongue trails out from between his lips, I stand up and walk off towards the window. With that move of his, I'm bound to straddle his lap and forget myself altogether.
The time came to meet his parents. She was nervous but she never expected a nightmare!
"Three sharp knocks and the door whined open. Oh yeah, Hammer all the way. The mother had a face that could stop a clock and the father looked like an evil Gomez Adams. “Charming!” he said as he leered at me.
He kissed my hand but just before he did, he smiled broadly and I thought I saw what looked like a double-pronged tongue like snakes have.
I shrank back in horror.
The mother grinned. Why did her teeth look so terribly sharp? “Come, do not be afraid.”
My knees buckled but Christopher held me up. He and the father half-dragged me inside. All I could do it seemed was watch my feet as they dragged along the blood, red carpet.
“It’s bleak but we call it home.”
Bleak wasn’t the word. It was Dracula’s Castle and Ed Gein’s kitchen combined. What were all those artifacts I saw, strange-looking things that looked as though they were made out of body parts?"
It’s the biggest
struggle for Connor and Willow yet.
While dealing with the aftermath of
betrayal, the dust has yet to settle before more supernatural sightings emerge.
The San cannot rest as they take on
more responsibility defending Earth. Connor must endure immeasurable physical
pain as her abilities grow stronger especially through the fights but particularly
through The San brutal combat
training for they must prepare for what’s coming: War. Connor’s loyalties are
questioned as her actions are put to the test. She is forced to make harsh decisions
against the Elders disapproval when the world around her crumbles. Ultimately,
one decision will seal her fate.
Ronin a formidable opponent under
Monlow’s rule is back. He’s on a mission only no one knows what that mission
is. The very one closest to him is Connor his mortal enemy. Neither willing to
accept their destiny and yet it compels them. Will enemies become allies or do
they battle to the death.
This foreign planet known for its
unyielding cruelty is where Willow now resides. Ultimately, she’s forced to
confront her actions that put her there. Condemned to continuous battle she has
to overcome her once shallow self and accept the inevitability: fight or die.
Once Monlow came into view, my jaw dropped. He was one of
the scariest entities I could ever have imagined. I felt my skin crawl as a
sheet of fear hit me. The power that radiated from him was almost like a dense
fog, making each step harder to take. His strength was great. No wonder he never
came to Earth, as he would find it impossible to hide.
His skin was almost translucent but on the sides of his face
skinny, dark veins pulsated.
His eyes were shiny black balls and there was no hair on him: no eyebrows,
eyelashes or on his head. Brownish-yellow tips for fingernails extended from
his bony fingers as he gripped the arms of his chair.
Severe childhood abuse made the clowns the killers they become. This excerpt is about that. "It wasn’t easy. Of the three, Happy was the most disfigured. His face displayed a roadmap of his horrendous childhood and young adulthood. It told the story of brutality and unimaginable violence.
Happy’s real name was Arthur Mundt—not that it mattered. The happy clown face he wore gave him his name. But was he happy? Nah. How could he be? He used to say the best he could do was try not to kill people.