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Excerpt
“Don’t
worry about the dishes.” Boss’s southern drawl was less obvious this morning,
but I still picked up a hint of it here and there. “My housekeeper will take
care of them.” He buttoned his jacket, turned to leave the room, and I
panicked.
“Wait!”
Boss
pivoted until his shrewd gaze landed on me. Once again, when I was the sole
focus of those intense blue eyes, my voice failed. His eyebrows rose as if to
ask, what the fuck do you want?
I cleared
my throat and stood behind my chair, fingers gripping the wood slats. “Ummm,
what should I do?” One of my hands found its way into my hair. I wrapped a curl
around my finger over and over. “I mean…” I took a quick glance around the huge
kitchen. It was incredibly uncomfortable just to be in this stranger’s house,
but to be here without him somewhere nearby, knowing other men were all over
the place? My anxiety level skyrocketed.
Boss
snapped his fingers and a man in a black suit, pressed white shirt, and black
tie appeared from who knew where, to stand at Boss’s side.
“Boss.”
“Jase,
bring Miri back to her room.”
I
swallowed thickly. He was locking me back up. The illusion of being treated
kindly splintered to pieces as reality sunk in. I wasn’t a guest. I was a
prisoner.
“Miri, I
have work to do and will be otherwise occupied for a few hours. One of my men
is out shopping for some clothes since it seems I have nothing in the house
that will fit you.”
I stared
at the floor, not knowing what to do. I wanted to scream at Boss for thinking
he could lock me up and keep me here, but really, where would I go? I needed H,
and Boss was willing to give it to me. It was knowing I had no choice in the
matter that had me shrinking back from Jase as he moved to take my arm.
“No!” I
stepped away and tensed every muscle in my body, poised on the balls of my
feet, ready to bolt.
Boss
grimaced, and spoke in a low voice to his man. “Jase, wait here.” Suddenly, a
hand clamped tight around my wrist. I was tripping over my own feet to keep up
as Boss dragged me through the kitchen and down the hall to the regal
staircase.
“Wait!
Please, don’t lock me in.”
My plea
went unanswered. I dug in my heels when we reached the bottom step. Boss spun
around and shot me a glare so dark I nearly passed out from pure terror. The
kind man from the kitchen was gone. Boss, the violent drug lord, the
bloodthirsty bastard I heard about on the streets, curled his lip in a derisive
sneer. Without a word, he grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his
shoulder. My head dangled down his back and my long hair obscured my vision.
“Stop!” I
curled my hands into fists and pounded uselessly on his backside. “Put me
down!”
I may as
well have been a fly buzzing around his head for all the good my protesting
did. Boss climbed the stairs and stalked into “my” bedroom to rudely toss me
onto the bed. I scrambled to my feet before he could shut the door.
“You can’t
do this!” Panicked, I struck out and clawed at his neck and face, terrified at
the thought of being locked away in this room.
Lightning
quick, Boss pinned my wrists in one hand and shoved me down on the mattress,
his heavy body holding me in place. I kicked out at him, aiming for his groin
while screaming for help. Boss trapped my legs between his thick thighs and
hovered over me, his furious face bright red and just inches from mine, welts
from my nails standing out in stark relief on his skin.
Boss
squeezed my wrists until I whimpered. “Don’t
test my patience, Miri. You came to me,
you begged me for help, you entered my fucking house. You want more of my drugs? You need to learn how things
are done in this world, doll. If you can’t deal with the consequences of your
actions, you shouldn’t have started shooting heroin and you most certainly
shouldn’t have come here. Now,” he growled. “…this room will be your new home
and if you value your life, you will not question a single word I say.” His
grip on my wrists tightened to the point I cried out. By now he was so close,
our noses almost touched. “Remember, I don’t owe you shit. If anything, you owe
me.”
Boss gave
me one last terror-inducing glare before releasing me and stepping back. He
raised a hand and touched one of the scratches on his neck. When he examined
his finger and saw blood, his face darkened.
“That was
your one mistake.” He looked down and inspected his clothes. “You’re lucky it
didn’t get blood on my suit. Make another mistake and you won’t live to see
tomorrow.” Boss spun on his heel, left the room, and slammed the door. The
click of the lock sealed my fate.
My mind
was filled with so many questions—Why was
he doing this? What did he want from me? How long would I be here? But I
couldn’t focus long enough to come up with any answers. I was too busy shaking
from head to toe, gasping for air and fighting the tears stinging my eyes.
What did I get myself into?
I’d jumped
out of Mason’s frying pan, directly into a roaring bonfire named Boss.
Thank you for reading this SNEAK PEEK of Junkie!
The Broken Doll Series is a
dark romance duet about a heroin addict who falls in love with the drug lord
holding her captive and drops on September 13th!
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Jagger (Book Two) Releases
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Junkie
Book Summary
I'm a heroin addict. A junkie. A whore. I'll do anything to
get my next fix.
Anything.
Including walking right onto the property of Austin's most
ruthless and feared drug lord to beg for some H. I don't know his name, only
that people call him Boss. Oh, and that he won't think twice to put a bullet in
my head.
But like I said, I'll do anything to get my next fix. Even
if it costs me my life.
Or changes it forever.
Meet Heather C. Leigh
Heather C. Leigh is the author of the
Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes to write about the 'dark' side of
fame. The part that the public doesn't get to see, how difficult it is to live
in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.
Heather was born and raised in New
England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and
French Bulldog, Shelby.
She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and
anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it's not real
chocolate so it doesn't count) and has left explicit instructions in her will
to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while
her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.
My favorite authors are Dan Wells, Ken
Follett, and Stephen King.
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