TITLE: Delusive
AUTHOR: Courtney
Lane
GENRE: Romantic
Suspense
RELEASE
DATE: June 25, 2015
My name is Hanley Harper—for now—and I’m the anti-heroine of
this story.
Revenge is my fuel; it energizes me when I'm running on
empty.
Elias
Cari is a tool for retribution and the beginning of the new start. Unbeknownst
to him, there is more to me than I will ever show him. He will know exactly who
I am when it’s too late—when I’m done with him.
I'm
quickly closing in on the the perfect place to avenge the crimes committed
against my family. The place where Elias is least likely to expect an enemy to
be.
Beneath him.
A problem hits me unexpectedly.
Elias has become a welcome addiction, and I've become his
obsession. He won't stop exerting control over me until I've become his
exclusive possession.
How can so many things go wrong and feel so
right?
My
plan is damned…or is it?
Content contains violence, graphic
sex, coarse language, and scenes that some readers may find objectionable.
Reader discretion is advised.
“Hmph.”
I leaned back
on my elbows and looked up at the night sky. “I’m in my late twenties, Elias. I think their job
is done. I’m an adult. My parents are no longer responsible for
me.”
“Their job is never
done. With the way my parents continuously intercede in my life and my
decision-making from a distance, believe me, I’m not just talking out of the side of my
mouth.”
“Talking out of your
ass?”
He cut his eyes at
me.
Sitting up, I tried
to stifle my laugh. “What the fuck is the
deal with you and the little to no cursing? It’s so weird.”
“There is a time and a place. I definitely do my fair share
of abusing the English language when needed, or when I’m in the bedroom.”
His expression
transformed to one that stopped me cold and aroused me at the same time.
“I shouldn’t say bedroom since I don’t confine sex to just one place. I can have a
very salacious mouth when I’m in that
mode.”
I quickly crossed one
leg tightly over the other with my hands between my thighs. “Mode?
You’re in a mode when you have
sex?”
His intense stare
intensified along with the reaction he evoked from my body. The effect he had
on me was easily shown through my hands. “Sex is an
all-consuming, mind-manipulating act to me.”
“Sounds like very serious
business,” I rasped.
“Which is why
I’m not a skirt-chaser. Regardless of what you were told, I
don’t invite every woman who is interested in me
into my bed. I need a connection first.”
“What’s your idea of a
connection?”
He slipped my free
hand from my lap and intertwined his fingers with mine, closing his fists
around my hand. The flutters in my abdomen turned into tickles when he brought
my hand to his soft lips. “The way we are when we’re simply talking.” He allowed my hand to
fall to my lap, but maintained a firm grasp. “The way your body
shakes when I say certain things to you. The way I know I make you feel when I
touch you. That is the connection I’m referring to,
Hanley.”
“How do you know I feel anything and I’m not just reacting to the weather?”
My vocal chords
failed me, ensuring I could barely be heard. “And
doesn’t a connection flow both ways? Do you feel
anything?”
He opened my hand and brought it
up to his chest to hover over his heart. The swift beat startled me. Underneath
my palm, I could feel the hard curves of a well-conditioned
body.
His demeanor tempered on the verge
of phlegmatic when he was with me. It was impossible to know if I had any
effect, if at all.
“I can see it, and I can feel it. I am, however,
very glad that you stopped breaking out in hives.”
With my hand in
his, he lifted my chin. “Your body has shown
me that it’s desperate for me to fill every single fuckable hole you
have.”
I clenched my thighs tighter
around my palm, cutting off the circulation in my
hand.
“As
I’ve said,” his smile tempting me
further, “some occasions call for the use of the word
fuck.” With his eyes half-closed, he smoothly released
his hold on me. “Keep in mind there is
more than one way to penetrate someone. If you thought I was talking about
sex…” A coy smile turned into a deviant one and made
my unfettered reaction to him worse. “Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t.”
Fuck
me. My hand had begun to fall asleep with the way I tortured it
between my thighs.
“Do you need a change of topics,
Ley?” He didn’t ask the question in a way to soothe the burn,
he did it in a way that made it worse. Every word that fell from his lips
exploded with pure seduction.
“Yes. Definitely.”
COURTNEY
LANE has been creating her own little world since she was very young. When she
was eight years old, she began to bring her worlds to life with a pen
and paper.
Although she's had a few short hiatuses, writing has been
her passion for a number of years. Until 2013, she'd always viewed her writing
as a personal hobby and a purgative process: She never thought about sharing
her very personal works with anyone outside of her friends and family. On
October 8, 2013, she took the plunge into self-publishing and began making her
works available to the public.
While many of her works touch several different genres, she
has an archetype when it comes to the female protagonists in her
stories — they have to have
certain brand of strength, be deeply flawed, and harbor layered personalities.
In her books you will find themes that reflect the darker side of life with a
tremendous amount of depth and complexity. She also has an affinity for
characters that aren't necessarily the girl or boy next door, or the people
you'd encounter in everyday life. In other words, she prefers to explore
characters who aren't easy to fall in love
with.
Currently, Courtney can be found either working on her next book, playing the latest role-playing game on her X-Box (preferably a game by Bioware), or spending time with her family.
- $20 Amazon e-Gift
Card
- 3 ebooks authored by Courtney Lane (gifted
through Amazon)
Books
include:
The Sordid
Promise, The Sect, The Teaser (The Vamp Experience #1), AfterPlay (The Vamp
Experience #2), Punk (StrangeHer Love #1), Shock (StrangeHer Love #2), Love
Society (The Vamp Experience #3), or Delusive.
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