Book Blurb:
Take a girl like Columbia, put her in a vastly different life
with a man unlike anyone she's ever known. Throw in Dimitri's nightmares, the
Concierge's disdain for Dimitri's new house guest and a few hundred people
looking high and low for the both of them...and it makes for a very interesting
read.
Picking up at the end of the last chapter, this novella covers the time until the Epilogue from the first bestselling novel in this series, The Beast.
Two twisted and imperfect beings must adjust to their new lives together while avoiding detection from authorities and an international crime ring.
***As with the first novel in this series, this story covers dark themes with graphic sex, murder and violence.
Picking up at the end of the last chapter, this novella covers the time until the Epilogue from the first bestselling novel in this series, The Beast.
Two twisted and imperfect beings must adjust to their new lives together while avoiding detection from authorities and an international crime ring.
***As with the first novel in this series, this story covers dark themes with graphic sex, murder and violence.
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21894398-perfectly-normal
Excerpt:
“I don’t see how we can expect to
travel around and not change my appearance,” Columbia said for the hundredth
time since they returned from their horrible encounter.
“I will not have you destroying
your hair because of that monster you killed,” he replied. His voice let her
know he wasn’t in the mood for argument. “It’s bad enough he drove you to
destroy your body and almost destroyed your soul.”
“I just think it would be better
if I tried it for a year or two. I could cut it short and go blonde. Maybe get
contact lenses?” she asked, trying to get him to think about this from a
logical standpoint. She knew he loved her hair, but if she was going to be
recognized then it made sense to change something. She thought about Eden’s
pink locks and added, “I could go pink even,” and smiled.
He looked at her, smirked and
said, “You would not look good in pink, little dove.” He reached for her and
pulled her towards him on the chaise.
“How do you know?” she asked,
“pink might be my colour.” She wiggled up to snuggled into the crook of his
arm. She loved him more for standing up against the stranger earlier.
“I think red is your colour,” he
said and ran his hand along her back. She shivered at his touch, still in awe
of the effect he had on her.
“Red?” she asked. “I never wear
red.”
“I was talking about your ass,” he
replied and chuckled, a low mirthful noise that rumbled in his massive chest.
“The stripes I lay on it with the crop. Or the marks I leave with my bare
hands.”
“Oh...that,” she said and squirmed
against him, thinking about the crazy sensation of being held down and
punished. How pain, being her constant companion, had finally become her
closest ally under his care. When she had been alone, pain had been a release
from her misery, and escape from the anguish she carried with her at all times.
With Dimitri it had become a way to lose control, let go of the misery and let
pain guide her higher. It enhanced her pleasure in ways she never thought
possible, so much so that she almost couldn’t remember what it felt like to
loathe the pain she had once inflicted on her own body.
His hand trailed down to cup her
ass; she tilted her pelvis and gave him a handful of flesh. She pressed against
him and felt him bring up the hem of her dress. She closed her eyes and rested
on his chest as he said, “Yes, that...your ass, your body, it’s mine. You
belong to me. I will not have you cutting your hair or changing the colour, or
did you already forget your place with me?”
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