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Synopsis:
Given to The Grimm Order as an infant, Fawn was raised in a world shaped by the rich and powerful. When she was sold at the age of nine to a Suitor, Fawn believed he would protect her from the âMainworldâ, where those who know nothing about the Order live. Living with the cruel man who bought her freedom, she finds just what the Order is about: money, control, and status for the Owner and humiliation and abuse for those they own.
Unwilling to accept the expectations of being Owned, Fawn goes from golden girl to maid, content to live in the shadows of the Order as long as she isnât Owned again.
Itâs been ten years since she disgraced her former Ownerâs name, and now the brooding Frenchman Elliot Lyon wants her. Master Lyon is kind, smart, and unlike any man sheâs met. She doesnât want to admit it to herself, but Fawn is drawn to him despite constantly planning her next escape.Â
Even the prettiest flowers have thorns, and Master Lyon is hiding secrets that will uproot everything she thinks she knows about him.
Bloom Teasers/Excerpts
1:
I didn’t allow myself dreams. They were unrealistic and unfair. Cruel. There was enough cruelty in my life; I didn’t need to inflict it upon myself. It was difficult at first, telling my brain to shut off so completely that even when I wasn’t in control of it I could rely on the images within to be shrouded in black. They say everyone dreams and they just don’t remember. I don’t think my mind is capable of conjuring up imagesânightmares or pleasant dreams. Not anymore. Reality was a nightmare. Dreams didn’t come true. Once you knew that things couldn’t get any better and that things were and will be the scariest you could ever experience, the imagination simply died. So instead of dreaming, I planned.
2:
âFawn,â he said suddenly, his voice soft but still making me jump in my seat. âWere they out of flower names?â he asked, a smile in his voice.
He let on that he knew about the inner-workings of the actual Compound more than my last Owner. Then again, my last one only cared about one thing. He didn’t play these mind games this guy seemed to like.
Master Lyon sighed, convinced I wouldn’t answer, but for some reason I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
âI was one of the originals at the California Compound.â I hesitated almost too long before I brought my eyes back to his face. He was staring, waiting for me to say more. âWe all had animal names,â I said, trying and failing to hide the disgust in my voice.
âFawn,â he said. âWith those eyes?â
I blinked, wondering what he meant.
âTheyâre so large and expressive,â he explained. âYouâre more of a Doe to me.â
So this would be my new name? Not Dog or Whore, but Doe?
He smiled like Iâd said something funny but I wasn’t joking. âDo you not like it?â
I didn’t know why he cared if I did or did not like something. It shouldn’t matter to him. I didn’t like any of this and it was obvious. He was asking to toy with me, get me to talk. I was done talking. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep the words from spilling out.
3:
I felt that I should say something but the only thing that came out was, âIâm sorry I bit you, sir.â I willed myself to look up at him as he continued to rub the cream into my tender flesh, concentrating on the task in front of him.
âNo, you arenât,â he said matter-of-factly. âYouâre sorry you were punishedâthat you had to be corrected.â A grin pulled at his lips. âI think you quite enjoyed biting me, drawing my blood.â
4:
âWhen we go downstairs, itâs important you obey me.â
âI thought it was always important I obey you, sir,â I countered.
He sighed, ignoring my comment. âThatâs enough talking for now.â There was an edge to his voice. âYou will not speak until I say otherwise. Do you understand?â
I was about to answer but thought better of it and only nodded.
âAnd you must obey meâdo as I say. Understood?â
I nodded again.
He stared directly into my eyes as he moved closer; I had to force myself to stand my ground and not inch away. “If you do not choose to obey,” he said in a calm, even tone, “the next punishment will prevent you from walking for a week.” He backed away so we were a small distance apart again. “Is that understood?”
5:
Ice clinked in his glass as he took another gulp and then set it back down. âHe wasnât supposed to touch you,â he finally said.
I knew it was impossible, but it sounded almost as if he was apologizing. Angered by his audacityâthat he thought I would buy one word he refused to sayâI couldnât bite my tongue. âWhy does it matter?â
My tone was ice; I had to wrap my arms around myself again.
I heard him inhale, but he still didnât face me. âOf course it matters.â The edge to his voice sounded as appalled as I had felt the moment heâd tied my hands behind my back and made me even more helpless than I already was.
Anger flared in me even brighter. âWhy should it?â I asked. âIâm only here for what men like that want to do with me. Heâs just more honest about his intentions than some.â I wanted to sew my mouth shut. No one ever spoke to their Owner in such a way. I knew better, yet I couldnât stop the truth from spewing out of my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the impact of his open palm across my cheek, still damp from the condensation on his glass, but it didnât come.
He casually took another drink of amber liquid, leaving just enough remaining in case he decided he wanted more. “Dry off.”
Wilt
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Synopsis:
When she was sold to Master Elliot Lyon of House Chimera, Fawn could have never imagined he was the same person as Elliot, the man beneath a well placed mask. A victim. Just like her. She would have never thought he was grooming her for the Wolf sheâd already escaped once. That he planned to deliver her to the beastâs jaws in exchange for his wife. Master Jäger will stop at nothing to have herâeven if that means using others as collateral. With more than just their lives on the line, Fawn must become someone else, and Master Lyon distances himself further from Elliot as her transfer looms.
The roots of the Order run deep within them, but Fawn is beginning to realize another bond has formed between her and her Owner, a man she vowed to destroy along with the rest of their tangled branches.
In a world where trust is just a tool and love isnât meant for people like them, Fawn is determined to beat the powerful at their own elaborate games of make-believe. Even the man who Owns her.
Wilt Teasers/Excerpts
1:
He sat on the bed, cautious of moving too much. He wouldnât look at me, instead focused on the floor. âI never wanted this.â I almost didnât hear him, but his strained whisper was even more real in the stillness of the room.
I closed my eyes and gave him a sad, if not sardonic smile. âMe either.â
Though I only peeked the tiniest amount, I could see the smirk Iâd come to know.
Silence enveloped us, and this time it seemed impossible to lift. When I couldnât stand it any longer, I said, âAre you staying?â
Fleetingly, I realized I hadnât addressed him properly and even though I knew he didnât expect it right now, some small part of me was still afraid that I was mistaken. He did that to me. Made me second guess every move and motive. Before him, I wouldnât have questioned my instincts, but heâd managed to change them. When I should have run, I remained still. When I was supposed to hate things, I loved them. No one before him had accomplished this. ElliotâMaster Lyonâhadnât trained me. He hadnât reprogrammed my mind. He hadnât even necessarily forced me into anything. Yet heâd conquered me, and no matter how much I wanted to argue with myself, the idea didnât bother me quite as much as it should have.
2:
âYouâreâŚâ I found my fingers trailing his blacked out arm and discovered the tattoosâ purpose: There were tiny raised marks there as well and the ink made it so I could only see them if the light hit his skin at just the right angle. âYouâre not a bad person.â I choked on the words, not completely sure whether I meant them, only that I had to believe them.
He was silent again, setting the washcloth aside and turning off the jets. Without ceremony, he stood, wrapping a towel around his waist before I could glimpse more than the faint outline of his upper thighs. Then he held out a hand to me and helped me into a towel as well. âLetâs get you to bed.â
3:
At the Compound, they made us watch every romantic notion of love in cartoons and movies. It was instilled in us that once our princes saved us from the Mainworld, our lives would become the Disney version. Everything would be brighter with songs and pretty dresses. These were what equated to love in the Order. What Ownership meant. If this was the definition, Master Lyon most certainly did not love me.
But I had no interest in any of the Compoundâs ideals; love could mean something different now, and being with Master Lyon had given me only a small glimpse of it. I wasnât sure if I should be thankful it was such a short time or grieve its loss.
4:
Master Lyon removed the moisture from my cheek with a knuckle. âHow will you ever survive if you forget the rules when there are more players brought in?â
His words were gentle, sad. They made me want to hide.
âPlease,â I whispered. âI promise to behave if you just tell me, sir.â
He stroked my hair with his free hand. âI know youâre afraid,â he said. âBut as long as you obey me, youâll be safe. That is all you need to do.â
I shook my head, unwilling to accept his non-answer. Â âSir, please,â I barely said. âI-Iââ
âShh,â he soothed, fingers playing with the diamonds of my dress and then circling the scars he could reach. He leaned in close so he could speak directly into my ear. âYouâve come so far,â he said, outlining the higher, larger scars as if to emphasize his point. âIf you want them to suffer, tonight is the first step towards that goal.â He tucked hair behind my ear and cupped my cheek. âEven if you cannot see it now, know that we want the same thing.â
It was hard not to laugh at the absurdity; what we wanted couldnât be more different. I wanted to be free and he wanted me to be caged.
âAnd what is that, sir?â
âTo destroy them,â he almost growled, but the anger wasnât directed at me.
This time when he moved away and we stared at each other, his eyes burned with sincerity while the rest of his face remained a hard mask. I wanted to deny his convictions, believe he was lying, but it was impossible. This wasnât an act an Owner was putting on to convince a girl that her sacrifice for him wasnât selfish. This was Elliot, trying his best to keep everyone he loved safeâwhether we were worthy or capable of love or not. I only hoped, whatever his definition of the word, he loved me enough to keep his promises.
5:
Master Lyon looked more than comfortable with her in his arms, fingers digging into her thighs through her dress. When I looked at his face, he still held the same grin. I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck. âDid you like watching, Doe?â
Next to him, his cigarette sat in a crystal ashtray on the arm of the seat, smoking down to nothing but a trail of dust. He hadnât touched it once since that woman had returned to him. âNo, sir,â I whispered, afraid if I used any more force I would scream.
Master Lyon cocked his head to the side and Mia gave me a mock-frown. âNo?â he asked.
I stared back at him. âNo, sir. Iâm sure.â I could have left off the last part, but the small amount of control it made me believe I had was worth it.
His grin only widened as he leaned into Miaâs shoulder so her could coo in her ear, âIâve trained her to be very loyal to her Owner.â He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and she closed her eyes and smiled as his fingers lingered on her chin. âBut Iâm afraid it makes her quite possessive of me.â
Mia stared down at me. It wasnât until now that I could see the glint of evil all Members had in their eyes. The higher up they were on the food chain, the less human they were. Sooner or later, they all turned into sharks with dead black eyes. Her legs dangled off his thigh as she kissed his cheek. âI donât blame her.â She didnât look away from me even as her lips remained on my Ownerâs skin. âI can see why she would be protective of you.â She ran her fingers through his hair.
âIâve told her many times that sheâs to be transferred,â he said, âbut I think you and I can teach her that I am not the one who belongs to her.â
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Author Bio:Â
Nikki Rae is an independent author who lives in New Jersey. She explores human nature through fiction, concentrating on making the imaginary as real as possible. Her genres of choice are mainly dark, scary, romantic tales, but sheâll try anything once. When she is not writing, reading, or thinking, you can find her spending time with animals, drawing in a quiet corner, or studying people. Closely.
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