BLUE▪Print takes you into the mind-boggling world of genetics where the impossible has become reality. Blue is the product of a scorned genius and a brilliant, but vicious, psychopath.
Perfect for any adult not morally or sexually repressed, it will stir emotions, start debates and keep you riveted from start to finish with just the right amount of erotica, action and tension.
Lock the doors, take the phone off the hook and let Blue, Mattighan and the crew take you on the ride of your life!
If you love the story, tell everyone – if you don't … press your palms together and tell someone who gives a damn … but don't tell Blue!
Raunchy, tense, incredible, indelible!
Raunchy, tense, incredible, indelible!
... for a brief moment, their eyes locked in the mirror. She wondered which of them had the greater need for mindless oblivion. Who was more driven to use the other to keep the hounds of hell from the door of consciousness and memory? Repression, suppression, avoidance and denial was a mantra that kept her unspeakable memories at bay. The recollection of countless kills, the smell of burning flesh, and the pervasive stench of death were dulled by two things, the amber liquid she tipped toward her lips, and sex.
She downed the last of her double whisky like water, licked her lips and savored the last drop of Bowmore. She sent his frame one last detailed assessment. He worked out. Corded forearms became biceps hinted at, but refusing to be defined by the midnight blue dress shirt. His shoulder span was decent, and although she was unable to see his thighs to make a more accurate assessment, her gut instinct was confident in his having a body worthy of the night ahead.
For the first time in decades, longer than she cared to consider, she felt she had met her match. Brooding, intense, hazel eyes offered her a raised brow in question. The silent knowing passed between two bodies already drawn and pulling toward each other like an impending lightning strike. Static electricity charged the air as he offered her a cheeky wink, finished his drink and sauntered toward the exit.
She watched his ass, hugged to death by well-worn jeans as he sauntered away. confident that she was in for the ride of her life… and so was he.
She downed the last of her double whisky like water, licked her lips and savored the last drop of Bowmore. She sent his frame one last detailed assessment. He worked out. Corded forearms became biceps hinted at, but refusing to be defined by the midnight blue dress shirt. His shoulder span was decent, and although she was unable to see his thighs to make a more accurate assessment, her gut instinct was confident in his having a body worthy of the night ahead.
For the first time in decades, longer than she cared to consider, she felt she had met her match. Brooding, intense, hazel eyes offered her a raised brow in question. The silent knowing passed between two bodies already drawn and pulling toward each other like an impending lightning strike. Static electricity charged the air as he offered her a cheeky wink, finished his drink and sauntered toward the exit.
She watched his ass, hugged to death by well-worn jeans as he sauntered away. confident that she was in for the ride of her life… and so was he.
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