Cover Reveal::: Ravished by Ayden K. Morgan
A disabled ballerina
a deadly new drug
and one hell of a bad decision
will change everything for Tristan Riley.
Prepare yourselves for heat, steam,
grit, and one seriously hot alpha male with a dirty side.
RAVISHED,
the first book in the highly anticipated Teplo Trilogy, will release on April 5, 2015. The gorgeous cover, unveiled
below, was designed by LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations.
Genre: Erotic Romance/Suspense
Cover by: Mayhem Cover Creations
When Tristan Riley drags Lillian Maddox
onto the dance floor at Teplo, he intends only to protect his cover… at
least that's what he tells himself. But the lovely Lillian would tempt a saint,
and Tristan is far from a gentleman. Beneath the bright lights of the
Vetrov family's dangerous club, the weary DEA agent finds himself captivated by
the ballerina, coaxing them both into a reckless, erotic encounter.
But Tristan isn't prepared for the
intense connection between him and Lillian, or for the fallout of their tryst. In
a matter of days, their lives careen wildly off course, catapulting them both
into a deadly game of hide and seek with the Vetrov family and one of Mexico's
deadliest drug cartels.
Trying to keep his hands to himself
while working alongside Lillian to stop Anton Vetrov's deadly
new drug proves almost impossible for Tristan, but what choice does he
have when being with her might get her killed? He should know: his entire
family was murdered by people just like Anton.
When
the stakes are raised and innocent lives are lost, will Tristan be able to let
go of the guilt, or will he destroy his chance at happiness with Lillian before
it ever truly begins?
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"I
need you naked. Now."
Lillian
froze as soon as the frantic confession left his mouth.
"No,"
she said, no longer pulling him close but pushing him away. "No, Tristan.
Let me go."
"Shit."
Heat gave way to ice in an instant.
His arms
slipped from around her as soon as her feet were on the ground. She stumbled
and then righted herself, one hand pressed to her mouth and her eyes wide and
wary in her flushed face.
Tristan
cursed at that look. "Lillian, I'm-"
"No."
She shook her head, her hand still pressed to her swollen lips. Her expression
hardened. "You don't get to kiss me like that, Tristan. You don't get to
rile me up and then walk out. I won't-" She gulped, practically babbling.
"You can't just… Not again."
"I'm
not going anywhere," he said, looking down at her. "I'm not going
to-"
"Not
going to what?" Her eyes flashed, daring him to answer that question.
"I'm
not-" He wanted to tell her he wouldn't walk away, but he wasn't so sure
that was true. He wanted her, but he wouldn't fuck her when she'd only regret
it, and she would have regretted it. "It's not you," he told her instead,
wishing he could take back the ill-advised words the moment they left his
mouth.
Lillian
flinched as if he'd struck her, her face paling beneath the flush in her
cheeks. "Not me?" She laughed, the sound jagged and harsh, angry.
"Right."
Way to go, you moron, he cursed
himself.
"I
want you, Lillian. That hasn't changed." He blew out a breath, frustrated
that he couldn't seem to think straight around her, let alone find words to
explain why he kept walking away from her. "I just-"
"You
want me, just not enough." Her wide, angry eyes met his, held for a
moment, and then darted away. She ran a hand through her hair, fingers catching
in snarls he'd helped cause. "Fine. What happens now?" The faint
tremble in her voice screamed that he'd hurt her.
"I
want you more than I did the first night," he said, ignoring her question.
They weren't doing that shit, avoiding the issue until one or the other of them
snapped. Christ, his blood still boiled. His mind was clouded by her scent, her
taste. And yet again, she got it all wrong, assumed he didn't want her enough
when the problem was that he wanted her too much. But he didn't want her to
hate him, and he certainly didn't want her to regret what he'd do to her when
she finally gave in to him.
"Do
you trust me, Lillian?" he asked instead of trying to explain.
She took
another shaky breath and then cursed and squared her shoulders. Her expression
firmed into one of cool resolve. "No, I don't trust you. And I'm not sure
I even like you."
He nodded
once, refusing to give in to the little ripple of hurt threatening to shoot
through him at her answer. It wasn't like he hadn't expected that truth. Hell,
wasn't like he didn't deserve it, either. "I want you, Lillian. I want you
against that fucking wall." He jerked his chin in the direction of the
wall in question. "I want you bent over the table by the door. On the
floor. In your bed. In mine. Across the street in the middle of the dance
floor. Anywhere you'll let me and every way you'll let me." He looked at
her, letting her see exactly how much he meant that.
She
swallowed, her wide-eyed gaze darkening, held captive by his own.
He took a
step toward her, reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Sparks
sizzled and popped where his skin met hers. He let his arm drop slowly,
dragging his fingertips down her cheek and onto her neck before shoving his
hands deep into his pockets.
Pitching
his voice low, he killed them both with words and one long, heated looked.
"I want you panting, moaning, and screaming until you can't move, baby.
But I'm not going to fuck you when you'd just regret it later. When I take you
to bed – and I do mean when, Lillian, not if. When I take you, you're
not going to regret sleeping with me. You're going to know exactly how
much I want you, and you're going to beg for it."
Ayden lives in the heart of
Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart and husband of ten years, and their five
furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading,
volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden graduated
summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and
Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in
CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the social services and CJ
field.
Ayden also writes Young and New Adult fiction under the penname A.K. Morgen.
You can find her on Twitter, Facebook, or via her website at http://aydenmorgen.com. You can learn more about her YA/NA fiction at http://akmorgen.com.
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