Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Grind by Sybil Bartel

Title: Grind
Author: Sybil Bartel
Series: Thrust #3
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 27, 2017

I’m silent. I’m trained. I’m lethal.

My hand skimming down your thigh, my gaze a weapon—I know more ways to kill you than please you.

But you’re not paying for my aim. You’re paying for my control. Bringing you a breath away from ecstasy, watching you beg as I hold back your release, I’ll show you exactly what you’ve been missing. Your hunger is my currency and five thousand is my price. I only have one rule—no repeats, because I’m not for keeps. I’m for sale.

One slow grind and I’ll give you exactly what you paid for.

His gaze zeroed in on mine, his body conditioned for war, he didn’t walk toward me, he stalked. Every measured step was a warning I foolishly ignored as he came right at me.

The dog’s growling got louder and the gun in my hand shook. “What are you doing?”

His face impenetrable, he snapped his fingers at the dog then reached for the 9mm. Flipping the weapon in my hand, he pointed the gun at his chest. “Put your finger on the trigger,” he commanded.

“No.” My voice shook.

He moved my finger into position then wrapped his hand over mine to steady it. “You take the safety off and you pull the trigger.” He moved the aim of the barrel to just right of center on his chest. “Aim for the heart.” He lifted my hand holding the heavy gun and pressed it to his forehead, dead center. “Or between the eyes.”

Fear licked up my spine and settled in my heart. I pushed words out through my suddenly dry mouth. “What are you doing?”

“You want to kill a man, don’t hesitate.” Lightning fast, he ripped the gun from my hand, spun it, and in less than a second, it was aimed at my temple. “Otherwise, you lose.” Before I could blink, he reached behind him and set the gun on the kitchen island.

My heart in my throat, I fought for a steady breath. For the first time since he’d walked into his house, I was truly afraid of what he was capable of. “You’re insane.”

“And dominating and controlling and ruthless.” He gripped a handful of my hair, walked me back two steps, then grabbed the back of my left thigh. “You want to fuck?”

Author Bio:
I grew up in Northern California with my head in a book and my feet in the sand. I dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew me into the world of storytelling. I love the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes me swoon.

I now live in Southern Florida and while I don’t get to read as much as I like, I still bury my toes in the sand. If I’m not writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in my backyard, you can find me spending time with my handsomely tattooed husband, my brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…

But Seriously?

Here are ten things you probably really want to know about me.

I grew up a faculty brat. I can swear like a sailor. I love men in uniform. I hate being told what to do. I can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks me out. My favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—I can’t decide. I have a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on me for driving directions, ever. And I have a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell my husband.


Grind #3

Thrust #1

Rough #2

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