Welcome to another new week! I’ve got a treat for you today:Β Insurmountable,Β a dark and suspense-filled new release from Allyson Young to start your Monday morning off right.
Insurmountable by Allyson Young
Available: November 23, 2015
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77233-605-4
Kidnapped because of her fatherβs wrongdoings, Bianca Fontaine is interrogated for any hint of his whereabouts by a man she has no reason to be drawn to. Who falls for their kidnapper? Especially an arrogant, hard man who is bound by dutyβwith those intriguing soft and caring qualities he hates to show. Sheβs learned the truth about her motherβs disappearance and her reality is suspect, except for the one constantβEllis Valiant.
Ellis Valiant is indeed a hard man, but heβs already destroyed Biancaβs world and could make it worse if he doesnβt send her away. But when he finds her exploring her submissive side in the sex club fronting for his organization, his noble efforts fall by the wayside and he steps up as her Dom. Except Ellis harbors a secret, an insurmountable one, and Bianca will surely hate him when it comes to light.
Excerpt:
Pushing her into the back seat of the closest SUV, his big hand on the crown of her head, between it and the door frame, invader number one climbed in beside her. The man who said she was worthless as a hostage got in behind the wheel. Scrambling across the leather surface, Bianca huddled against the door, wondering if she might throw herself out and make a run for it. But where? There was no ally in the traitor Mrs. Doucette and theyβd probably shoot Max in retaliation. She prayed the housekeeper would care for her dog as she promised. The older woman had never been anything but kind to him, but then sheβd been kind to Bianca too. Bianca chewed the inside of her cheek. Maybe her father would get Max back when he ransomed or came for her. She had to hold onto some kind of hope of rescue, maybe before things happened to her. Anybody with money at her schools was versed in possible kidnappings, and the lurid tales left a vile taste in the back of her throat.
The man beside her pulled off his hood, running his fingers through flattened hair. Bianca stared. She knew she was staring, but was incapable of doing anything about it. It was like looking at a carefully sculpted face of a Roman god. High cheekbones, deeply set golden eyes framed by a thicket of black lashes under dark brows, incongruous with the thick blond hair curling to his collar, and a chiseled set of lips. The door shut, plunging the vehicle into relative darkness as its light extinguished and deprived her of that rock star visage. Of a killer.
βFuck, man. You let her see your face!β
His deep voice retorted, βItβs not like Fontaine doesnβt know who crashed his party, Dave.β
Over the grind of the ignition she heard the driver mutter, βAnd itβs not like sheβs ever going home.β A shadow of fabric passed in front of the muted lights from the dash instruments for a moment as he too pulled off his mask, tossing it aside. Her chances of surviving this just narrowed from fifty to zero percent, and she desperately needed to pee.
They drove in silence, the other vehicles falling in behind to form a convoy as they bumped through the ruined gates and gained the main road. Aside from their initial comments, neither man spoke, and she too remained silent. Her thoughts clamored to be heard but she couldnβt put them in any real semblance of order. Kidnapped. Check. They were going to make her talk about her father. Check. They planned to try to ransom her. Check. Except they didnβt think that would prove fruitful. Wouldnβt her father move heaven and earth to get her back? Except he wasnβt a family-first kind of guy β¦ she didnβt want to understand the inference but accepted it was huge. Nightmare. Check. She concentrated on her breathing and drew on her reserves when she really wanted to scream the roof down.
βWhatβs with her, Ellis?β The driver finally spoke up. βShe hasnβt said boo since she gave up the old man. Must be her fatherβs daughter, eh?β
Feeling his eyes boring into her, she turned inward. Ellis. An unusual name. Had she heard it before?
βPlenty of time to talk later, Dave. You hear of shock?β Ellis spoke quietly.
βMaybe,β answered Dave. βMost women would be crying and carrying on though. Canβt say I donβt like her reaction. Easier to put up with. Although thereβs a ball gag in the dash.β
Ball gag? She bit her lip and swallowed convulsively, an action so awkward it hurt her throat.
βYou plotting, Bianca?β
Despite herself, she jerked when Ellis used her name. Had she really thought they wouldnβt know it? Especially when they seemed well apprised of other things involving her father. A thought right out of the blue struck her with the same impact as a blow to the face might. Did they know where her mother was?
βI expect an answer, little one.β The velvety threat wove through his voice.
She shook her head, not trusting her voice. His hand grasped her upper arm and dragged her closer. His scent overwhelmed her, leather, gun oil and male. βAnswer me. Are you plotting?β
βNo,β she whispered. She stared into his face, the flood of lighting from the other carsβ headlights giving him a faintly demonic look. Had Mike seen that look in his eyes before this Ellis struck him down?
He released her with a slight smile. βGood. Then Iβll leave you to it. If you try to escape youβll be punished.β
Easing back, building distance between them, Bianca tried to get her shakes under control. So far he hadnβt hurt her, despite his obvious ability to do so. She decided not to think about what this Ellis meant by punishment, and instead considered what might lay ahead if she cooperated. They seemed professional, like her fatherβs bodyguards, although surely Mike had taken a stupid riskβand paid for it. She didnβt particularly care for the man, but now tears pricked. His sacrifice had been for naught. She could hope they would treat her like a valuable commodityβuntil she wasnβt.
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About the Author:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isnβt always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
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