Final Debt
Indebted #6 By Pepper Winters Release Date November 30, 2015
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The Last Book in the New York Times Bestselling Dark Romance Series. Where love tries to triumph and darkness continues to reign.... "I'm in love with her, but it might not be enough to stop her from becoming the latest victim of the Debt Inheritance. I know who I am now. I know what I must do. We will be together--I just hope it's on Earth rather than in heaven." It all comes down to this. Love versus life. Debts versus death. Who will win?
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Nila “READY TO DIE, Nila?” Cut’s voice physically hurt me as he forced me to my knees. The ballroom splendour mocked me as I bowed unwillingly at the feet of my executioner. Velvet and hand-stitched crewel on the walls glittered like the diamonds the Hawks smuggled—a direct contrast to the roughly sawn wood and crude craftsmanship of the guillotine dais. No finesse. No pride. Just a raised podium, framework cushioning a large tarnished blade, and a rope dangling to the side. “Don’t do this. Cut…think about what you’ve become. You can stop this.” My voice mimicked a beg but I’d vowed not to beg. I’d seen things, understood things, and suffered things I never thought I would be able to endure. I refused to cry or grovel. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. “In five minutes, this will all be over, Weaver.” Cut bent to the side and collected a wicker basket. The wicker basket. I didn’t want to think about what its contents would be. He placed it on the other side of the wooden block. My lungs demanded more oxygen. My brain demanded more time. And my heart…it demanded more hope, more life, more love. I’m not ready. Not like this. “Cut—” “No. No more talking. Not after everything you’ve done.” Ripping a black hood from his pocket, he didn’t hesitate. No fanfare. No second guesses. I cried out as the scratchy blackness engulfed my face, tightening by a cord around my throat. The Weaver Wailer chilled me. The diamond collar that’d seen what I’d seen and whispered with phantoms of my slain family prepared to revoke its claim and detach from around my neck. This was it. The Final Debt. Cut pushed my shoulders forward. A heavy yoke settled over the top of my spine. I closed my eyes. I said goodbye. … I waited to die. Series Reading Order Debt Inheritance (Indebted #1) FREE Amazon: http://amzn.to/1OI8AMA iBooks: http://bit.ly/1BjoFUA Nook: http://bit.ly/1Cl8rau Kobo: http://bit.ly/1zoFkFL Google: http://bit.ly/1Spz7za First Debt (Indebted #2) Amazon: http://amzn.to/1ly3Qzi iBooks: http://bit.ly/1sMEyQo Nook: http://bit.ly/10PcYWi Kobo: http://bit.ly/1qmB3d7 Google: http://bit.ly/1NVaSF3 Second Debt (Indebted #3) Amazon: http://amzn.to/1ly3VD6 iBooks: http://bit.ly/1ufkO3z Nook: http://bit.ly/1yqRa2R Kobo: http://bit.ly/1xgCSvb Google: http://bit.ly/1NVaSF3 Third Debt (Indebted #4) Amazon: http://amzn.to/1OI8Jzx iBooks: http://bit.ly/1ufkO3z Nook:http://bit.ly/1DZctL0 Kobo: http://bit.ly/1xgCSvb Google: http://bit.ly/1OxcSGz Fourth Debt (Indebted #5) Amazon: http://amzn.to/1OI8O6m Nook:http://bit.ly/1J5pDUA iBooks: http://bit.ly/1BjoFUA Kobo: http://bit.ly/1zoFkFL Google: http://bit.ly/1PgTgWZ Final Debt (Indebted #6) Amazon: http://amzn.to/1OI8PHs Amazon UK:http://amzn.to/1RdyVVo iBooks: http://apple.co/1KzTLqJ Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1Yl9Utp Kobo: http://bit.ly/1OWzm6U Google Play: http://bit.ly/1Lrh31X Paperback: http://amzn.to/1Rdz2Af Indebted Epilogue (Indebted #7) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1OI8VPl Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1kZwJVs iBooks: http://apple.co/1OmQwZY Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1O7zrmG Kobo: http://bit.ly/1MylEBc Google Play: http://bit.ly/1Qt3bvR Paperback: http://amzn.to/1OjwbCW
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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. Her Dark Erotica books include: Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1) Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2) Her Grey Romance books include: Destroyed STALK Pepper: Website | Pinterest | Facebook | Twitter | Blog | Goodreads
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Fourth Debt
Indebted #5 By Pepper Winters Release Date August 11, 2015
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Fifth Book in the New York Times Bestselling Series. “We’d won. We’d cut through the lies and treachery and promised an alliance that would free us both. But even as we won, we lost. We didn’t see what was coming. We didn’t know we had to plan a resurrection.” Nila Weaver fell in love. She gifted her entire soul to a man she believed was worthy. And in the process, she destroyed herself. Three debts paid, the fourth only days away. The Debt Inheritance has almost claimed another victim. Jethro Hawk fell in love. He let down his walls to a woman he believed was his cure. For a moment, he was free. But then he paid the ultimate price. There is no more love. Only war. Hope is dead. Now, there is only death all around them. **Only suitable for Dark Romance lovers. Full length book. Six in series. Fourth Debt is 85,000 words.
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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. Her Dark Erotica books include: Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1) Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2) Her Grey Romance books include: Destroyed STALK Pepper: Website | Pinterest | Facebook | Twitter | Blog | Goodreads
Ruin & Rule
Pure Corruption #1 By Pepper Winters Release Date July 7, 2015
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"We met in a nightmare. The in-between world where time had no power over reason. We fell in love. We fell hard. But then we woke up. And it was over . . ." RUIN & RULE She is a woman divided. Her past, present, and future are as twisted as the lies she's lived for the past eight years. Desperate to get the truth, she must turn to the one man who may also be her greatest enemy . . . He is the president of Pure Corruption MC. A heartless biker and retribution-deliverer. He accepts no rules, obeys no one, and lives only to reap revenge on those who wronged him. And now he has stolen her, body and soul. Can a woman plagued by mystery fall in love with the man who refuses to face the truth? And can a man drenched in darkness forgo his quest for vengeance-and finally find redemption? "Ruin & Rule is a full-length book at 436 pages and ends on a cliffhanger. Cleo and Kill's story continues in SIN & SUFFER."
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Prologue We met in a nightmare. The in-between world where time had no power over rhyme, reason, or connection. We met. We stared. We knew. There was no distortion from the outside world. No right or wrong. No confusion or battles from hearts and minds. Just us. In our silent dreamworld. That nightmare became our home. Planting ghosts, raising fantasies. Entwined together in our happily skewed reality. We fell in love. We fell hard. In those fleeting seconds of our nightmare, we lived an eternity. But then we woke up. And it was over. Chapter One I always believed life would grant rewards to those most worthy. I was fucking naïve. Life doesn’t reward—it ruins. It ruins those most deserving and takes everything. It takes everything all while watching any remaining goodness rot to hate. —Kill [ORN_SB] Darkness. That was my world now. Literally and physically. The back of my skull hurt from being knocked unconscious. My wrists and shoulders ached from lying on my back with my hands tied behind me. Nothing was broken—at least it didn’t feel that way—but everything was bruised. The fuzziness receded wisp by wisp, parting the clouds of sleep, trying to shed light on what’d happened. But there was no light. My eyes blinked at the endless darkness from the mask tied around my head. Anxiety twisted my stomach at having such a fundamental gift taken away. I didn’t move, but mentally catalogued my body from the tips of my toes to the last strand of hair on my head. My jaw and tongue ached from the foul rag stuffed in my mouth and my nose permitted a shallow stream of oxygen to enter—just enough to keep me alive. Fear tried to claw its way through my mind, but I shoved it away. I deliberately suppressed panic in order to assess my predicament rather than lose myself to terror. Fear never helps, only hinders. My senses came back, creeping tentatively, as if afraid whoever had stolen me would notice their return. Sound: the squeak of brakes, the creak of a vehicle settling from motion to stopping. Touch: the skin on my right forearm stung, throbbing with a mixture of soreness and sharpness. A burn perhaps? Smell: dank rotting vegetables and the astringent, pungent scent of fear—but it wasn’t mine. It was theirs. It wasn’t just me being kidnapped. My heart flurried, drinking in their terror. It made my breath quicken and legs itch to run. Forcing myself to ignore the outside world, I focused inward. Clutching my inner strength where calmness was a need rather than a luxury. I refused to lose myself in a fog of tears. Desperation was a curse and I wouldn’t succumb, because I had every intention of being prepared for what might happen next. I hated the sniffles and stifled sobs of others around me. Their bleak sadness tugged at my heartstrings, making me fight with my own preservation, replacing it with concern for theirs. Get through this, then worry about them. I didn’t think this was a simple opportunistic snatch. Whoever had stolen me planned it. The hunch grew stronger as I searched inside for any liquor remnants or the smell of cigarettes. Had I been at a party? Nightclub? Nothing. I hadn’t been stupid or reckless. I think… No hint or clue as to where I’d been or what I’d been doing when they’d come for me. I wriggled, trying to move away from the stench. My bound wrists protested, stinging as the rope around them gnawed into my flesh like twine-beasts. My ribs bellowed, along with my head. There was no give in my restraints. I stopped trying to move, preserving my energy. I tried to swallow. No saliva. I tried to speak. No voice. I tried to remember what happened. I tried to remember… Panic. Nothing. I can’t remember. “Get up, bitch,” a man said. Something jabbed me in the ribs. “Won’t tell you again. Get.” I froze as my mind hurtled me from present to past. I’ll miss you so much,” she wailed, hugging me tighter. “I’m not dying, you know.” I tried to untangle myself, looking over my shoulder at the final call flashing for my flight. I hated being late for anything. Let alone my one chance at escaping and finding out the truth once and for all. “Call me the moment you get there.” “Promise.” I drew a cross over my heart-- The memory shattered as my horizontal body suddenly went vertical in one swoop. Who was that girl? Why did I have no memory of it ever happening? “I said get up, bitch.” The man breathed hard in my ear, sending a waft of reeking breath over me. The blindfold stole my sight, but it left my nose woefully unprotected. Unfortunately. My captor shoved me forward. The ground was steady beneath my feet. The sickness plaiting with my confusion faded, leaving me cold. My legs stumbled in the direction he wanted me to go. I hated shuffling in the darkness, not knowing where I came from or where I was being herded. There were no sounds of comfort or smothered snickers. This wasn’t a masquerade. This was real. This is real. My heart thudded harder, fear slipping through my defenses. But full-blown terror remained elusive. Slippery like a silver fish, darting on the outskirts of my mind. It was there but fleeting, keeping me clear-headed and strong. I was grateful for that. Grateful that I maintained what dignity I had left—remaining strong even in the face of the unknown terrors lurking on the other side of my blindfold. Moans and whimpers of other women grew in decibels as men ordered them to follow the same path I walked. Either death row or salvation, I had no choice but to inch my way forward, leaving my forgotten past behind. I willed snippets to come back. I begged the puzzlement of my past to slot into place, so I could make sense of this horrible world I’d awoken in. But my mind was locked to me. A fortress withholding everything I wished to know. The pushing stopped. So did I. Big mistake. “Move.” A cuff to the back of my head sent me wheeling forward. I didn’t stop again. My bare feet traversed…wood? Bare feet? Where are my shoes? The missing knowledge twisted my stomach. Where did I come from? How did I end up here? What’s my name? It wasn’t the terror of the unknown future that stole my false calmness. It was the fear of losing my very self. They’d stolen everything. My triumphs, my trespasses, my accomplishments and failures. How could I deal with this new world if I didn’t know what skills I had to stay alive? How could I hope to defeat my enemy when my mind revolted and locked me out? Who am I? To have who I was deleted…It was unthinkable. “Faster, bitch.” Something cold wedged against my spine, pushing me onward. With my hands behind my back, I shuffled faster, negotiating the ground as best I could for dips or trips. “Step down.” The man grabbed my bound wrists, giving me something to lean against as my toes navigated the small steps before me. “Again.” I obeyed. “Last one.” I managed the small staircase without falling flat on my face. My face. What do I look like? A loud scraping noise sounded before me. I shied back, bumping against a feminine form. The woman behind me cried out—the first verbal sound of another. “Move.” The pressure on my lower back came again, and I obeyed. Inching forward until the stuffy air of old vegetables and must was replaced by…copper and metallic…blood? Why…why is that so familiar? I gasped as my mind free-fell into another memory. “I don’t think I can do this.” I darted away, throwing up in the rubbish bin in the classroom. The unique stench of blood curdled my stomach. “Don’t overthink it. It’s not what you’re doing to the animal to make it bleed. It’s what you’re doing to make it live.” My professor shook his head, waiting for me to swill out my mouth and return white-faced and queasy to the operation in progress. My heart splintered like a broken piece of glass, reflecting the compassion and responsibility I felt for such an innocent creature. This little puppy that’d been dumped in a plastic bag to die after being shot with BB gun pellets. He’d survive only if I mastered the skills to stem his internal bleeding and embrace the vocation I was called to do. Inhaling the scent of blood, I let it invade my nostrils, scald my throat, and impregnate my soul. I drank its coppery essence. I drenched myself in the smell of the creature’s life force until it no longer affected me. Picking up a scalpel, I said, “I’m ready—” “Holy fuck!” The man guiding me forward suddenly whacked the base of my spine. The hard pain shoved me forward and I tripped. “Wire—get me fucking reinforcements. He’s started a motherfucking war!” Wind and body motion swarmed me as men charged from behind. The darkness I lived in suddenly came alive with sound. Bullets flew, impaling themselves into the metal sides of the vehicle I’d just stepped from. Pings and ricochets echoed in my ear. Curses bellowed; moans of pain threaded like a breeze. Someone grabbed my arm, swinging me to the side. “Get down!” The inertia of his throw knocked me off balance. With my wrists bound together, I had nothing to grab with, no way to protect myself from falling. I fell. My stomach swooped as tumbled off a small platform and smashed against the ground. Dirt, damp grass, and moldy leaves replaced the stench of blood, cutting through the cloying sharpness of spilled metallic. My mouth opened, gasping in pain. Blades of grass tickled my lips as my cheek stuck to wet mud. My shoulder screamed with agony, but I ignored the new injury. My mind clung to the unlocked memory. The fleeting recollection of my profession. I’m a vet. The sense of homecoming and security that one little snippet brought was priceless. My soul snarled for more, suddenly ravenous for missing information. I skipped straight from fumbling uncertainty into starvation for more. Tell me! Show me. Who am I? I searched inside for more clues. But it was like trying to grab on to an elusive dream, fading faster and faster the harder I chased. I couldn’t remember anything about medicine or how to heal. All I knew was I’d been trained to embrace the scent of blood. I wasn’t afraid of it. I didn’t faint or suffer sickness at the sight of it pouring from an open wound. That tiniest knowledge was enough to settle my prickling nerves and focus on the outside world again. Battle cries. Men screaming. Men growling. The dense thuds of fists on flesh and the horrible deflection of gunshots. I couldn’t understand. Had I fallen through time and entered an alternate dimension? Another body landed on top of mine. I cried out, winded from a sharp poke of an elbow to my ribs. The figure rolled away, crying softly. Feminine. Why aren’t I crying? I once again searched for fear. It wasn’t natural not to be afraid. I’d woken up alone, stolen, and thrown into the middle of a war, yet I wasn’t hyperventilating or panicked. My calmness was like a drug, oozing over me, muting the sharp starkness of my situation. It was bearable if I embraced courage and the knowledge that I was strong. My hands balled, grateful for the thought. I didn’t know who I was, but it didn’t matter, because the person who I was in this moment mattered the most. I had to remain segmented, so I could get through whatever was about to happen. All I had was gut instinct, quiet strength, and rationality. Everything else had been taken. “Stop fighting, you fucking idiots!” The loud growl rumbled like an earthquake, hushing the battle in one fell swoop. Whoever had spoken had power. Immense power. Colossal power. A shiver darted over my skin. “What the fuck happened? Have you lost your goddamn lovin’ mind?” a man yelled. A sound of a short scuffle, then the fresh whiff of tilled dirt graced my nose. “It’s done. Throw down your weapons and bend a fucking knee.” The same earthquake rumbled. The weight of his command pushed me harder against the damp ground. “I’m not bending nothing, you asshole. You aren’t my Prez!” “I am. Have been for the past four years.” “You’re not. You’re his bitch. Don’t think his power is yours.” Another fight—muffled fists and kicks. It ended swiftly with a painful groan. The earthquake voice came again. “Open your eyes and follow the red fucking river. Your chosen—the one you hand-picked to slaughter me and take over the Club—he’s dead. Did you ever stop to think Wallstreet made me Prez for a fucking reason?” Another moan. “I’m the chosen one. I’m the one who knows the family secrets, absorbed the legacy, and earned his way into power. You don’t know shit. Nobody does. So bend a fucking knee and respect.” Another tremor ran down my back. Silence for a time, apart from the squelch of boots and heavy breathing. Then a barely muttered curse. “You’ll die. One way or another, we won’t put up with a Dagger as a Prez. We’re the Corrupts, goddammit. Having a traitor rule us is a fucking joke.” “I’m the traitor? The man who obeys your leader? Who guides in his stead? I’m the traitor when you try and rally my brothers in a war?” A heavy thud of a fist connected with flesh. “No…I’m not. You are.” My mind raced, sucking up noises and forming wild conclusions of what happened before me. Was this World War Three? Was this the apocalypse of the life I couldn’t remember? No matter how I pieced it together, I couldn’t make sense of anything. The air was thick with anticipation. I didn’t know how many men stood before me. I didn’t know how many corpses littered the ground, or how such violence could be permitted in the world I used to know. But I did know the cease-fire was fragile and any moment it would explode. A single threat slithered through the grass like a snake. “I’ll kill you, motherfucker. Mark my words. The true Corrupts are just waiting to take you out.” The gentle foot-thuds of someone large vibrated through the ground. “The Corrupts haven’t existed for four fucking years. The moment I took the seat, it’s been Pure Corruption all the way. And you’re not fucking pure enough for this Club. You’re done.” I flinched as the sulfuric boom of a gun ripped through the stagnant air. A crash as a body fell lifeless to the grass. A soft puff of a soul escaping. Murder. Murder was committed right before me. The inherent need to nurture and heal—the part of me that was as steadfast as the beat of my heart—wept with regret. Death was something I’d fought against on a daily basis, but now I was weaponless. I hated that a life had been stolen right before me. That I hadn’t been able to stop it. I’m a witness. And yet, I’d witnessed nothing. I’d been privy to a battle but seen nothing. Knew no one. I would never be able to tell who shot whom, or who was right and who was wrong. My hands shook, even though I managed to stay eerily calm. Am I in shock? And if I was, how did I cure myself? The woman beside me curled into a ball, her knees digging into my side. My first reaction was to repel away from the touch. I didn’t know who was friend or foe. But a second reaction came quickly; the urge to share my calmness—to let her know that no matter what happened, she wasn’t alone. We faced the same future—no matter how grim. Voices cascaded over us, whispers mainly, quickly spoken orders. Every sound was heightened. Being robbed of sight made my body seek other ways in which to find clues. “Get rid of the bodies before daybreak.” “We’ll go back and make sure we’re still covered.” “Send out the word. It’s over. The Prez won—no anarchy today.” Each voice was distinct but my ears twitched only for one: the earthquake rumble that set my skin quivering like quicksand. He hadn’t spoken since he’d condemned someone to death and pulled the trigger. Every second of not hearing him made my heart trip faster. I wasn’t afraid. I should be. I should be immobile with fear. But he invoked something in me—something primal. Just like I knew I was female and a vet, I knew his voice meant something. Every inch of me tensed, waiting for him to speak. It was wrong to crave the voice of a killer, but it was the only thing I wanted. Needed. I need to know who he is. Wet mud sucked loudly against boots as they came closer. The woman whimpered, but I angled my chin toward the sound, wishing my eyes were uncovered. I wanted to see. I wanted to witness the carnage before me. Because it was carnage. The stench of death confirmed it. It was morbid to want to see such destruction, but without my sight all of this seemed like a terrible nightmare. Nothing was grounded—completely nonsensical and far too strange. I needed proof that this was real. I needed concrete evidence that I wasn’t mad. That my body was intact, even if my mind was not. I sucked in a breath as warm fingers touched my cheek, angling my face upward and out of the mud. Strong hands caressed the back of my skull, fumbling with my blindfold. The anticipation of finally getting my wish to see made me stay still and cooperative in his hold. I didn’t say a word or move. I just waited. And breathed. And listened. The man’s breath was heavy and low, interspersed with a quick catch of pain. His fingers were swift and sure, but unable to hide the small fumble of agony. He’s hurt. The pressure of the blindfold suddenly released, trading opaque darkness for a new kind of gloom. Night sky. Moonshine. Stars above. Anchors of a world I knew, but no recognition of the dark-shrouded industrial estate where blood gleamed silver-black and corpses dotted the field. I’m alive. I can see. The joy at having my eyes freed came and went as blazing as a comet. Then my life ended as our gazes connected. Green to green. I have green eyes. Down and down I spiraled, deeper and deeper into his clutches. My life—past, present, and future—lost all purpose the second I stared into his soul. The fear I’d been missing slammed into my heart. I quivered. I quaked. Something howled deep inside with age-old knowledge. Every part of me arched toward him, then shied away in terror. Him. A nightmare come to life. A nightmare I wanted to live. If life was a tapestry, already threaded and steadfast, then he was the scissors that cut me free. He tore me out, stole me away, changed the whole prophecy of who I was meant to be. Jaw-length dark hair, tangled and sweaty, framed a square jaw, straight nose, and full lips. His five-o’clock stubble held remnants of war, streaked with dirt and blood. But it was his eyes that shot a quivering arrow into my heart, spreading his emerald anger. He froze, his body curving toward mine. Blistering hope flickered across his features. His mouth fell open and love so achingly deep glowed in his gaze. “What—” A leg gave out, making him kneel beside me. His hands shook as he cupped my face, his fingers digging painfully into my cheekbones. “It’s not—” My heart raced. Yes. “You know me,” I breathed. The moment my voice webbed around us, storm clouds rolled over the sunshine in his face, blackening the hope and replacing it with pure hatred. He changed from watching me like I was his angel to glowering as if I were a despicable devil. I shivered at the change—at the iciness and hardness. He breathed hard, his chest rising and falling. His lips parted, a rumbling command falling from his mouth to my ears. “Stand up. You’re mine now.” When I didn’t move, his hand landed on my side. His touch was blocked by clothing but I felt it everywhere. He stroked my soul, tickled my heart, and caressed every cell with fingers that despised me. I couldn’t suck in a proper breath. With a vicious push, he rolled me over, and with a sharp blade sliced my bindings. With effortless power, so thrilling and terrifying, he hauled me to my feet. I didn’t sway. I didn’t cry. Only pulled the disgusting gag from my mouth and stared in silence. I stared up, up, up into his bright green eyes, understanding something I shouldn’t understand. This was him. My nightmare. About The Author Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. Her Dark Erotica books include: Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1) Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2) Her Grey Romance books include: Destroyed STALK Pepper: Website | Pinterest | Facebook | Twitter | Blog | Goodreads
Third Debt
Indebted #4 By Pepper Winters Release Date April 16, 2015
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“She healed me. She broke me. I set her free. But we are in this together. We will end this together. The rules of this ancient game can’t be broken.” Nila Weaver no longer recognises herself. She’s left her lover, her courage, and her promise. Two debts down. Too many to go. Jethro Hawk no longer recognises himself. He’s embraced what he always ran from, and now faces punishment far greater than he feared. It’s almost time. It’s demanding to be paid. The Third Debt will be the ultimate test...
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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. Her Dark Erotica books include: Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1) Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2) Her Grey Romance books include: Destroyed STALK Pepper: Website | Pinterest | Facebook | Twitter | Blog | Goodreads Monsters in the Dark Series By Pepper Winters Release Date March 16, 2015 Synopsis From New York Times Bestseller Pepper Winters comes the highly acclaimed USA Today Bestselling Series: Monsters in the Dark. Included in the following edition are: TEARS OF TESS "My life was complete. Happy, content, everything neat and perfect. Then it all changed. I was sold." Kidnapped. Drugged. Stolen. Tess is forced into a world full of darkness and terror. QUINTESSENTIALLY Q "All my life, I battled with the knowledge I was twisted... fucked up to want something so deliciously dark. But then slave fifty-eight entered my world. " Q may be a monster, but he's Tess's monster. TWISTED TOGETHER "After battling through hell, I brought my esclave back from the brink of ruin. I sacrificed everything--my heart, my mind, my very desires to bring her back to life." Q gave everything to bring Tess back. In return, he expects nothing less. **Not recommended if you don't enjoy dark romance, angst-filled plots, and BDSM. Purchase Links Excerpt Tears of Tess The word master echoed like a bad tuning fork. Master. Master. No, he wasn’t my master. Not with his short, sleek hair and sharp widow’s peak. Not with his clenched, stubble-smooth jaw and trim physique. He was not my master. No one was. Tears pricked as I thought about Brax. He seemed a world away compared to this reality. Brax was rough and boyish, a hard worker through and through. The man, staring with pale jade eyes and an unreadable, chiselled face, lived in total contrast. Power radiated like visible waves, unsettling me more than anything. He wasn’t the fat, repulsive bastard who used wealth to buy sex slaves. He wasn’t gross or any other monstrous things. Who is this man? My eyes widened, drinking him in—the owner of this house. The owner of… me. No, never. I didn’t care who he was, because my life belonged to me. I stuck out my chin, glaring. I wouldn’t be intimidated by wealth or stature. I didn’t care he was tall and moved like he expected the world to lick his shoes. I would never lick anything of his. The man never broke eye contact, ensnaring me in his gaze. Slowly, he pushed off the banister and moved toward the stairs. I gulped. He was smooth water—effortless in refinement but just like still water, dangerous if you couldn’t swim. Deadly rips and currents lurked deep below the surface. I eyed him, trying to figure out what sick pleasures he indulged in that normal, willing women were hard to come by. My heart raced with every step he took, descending toward me. The guard pushed me forward. “Bow to your new master.” I tripped, but regained my footing instantly. My fists shook, I clenched them so hard. My injuries reminded me all of this was wrong. In some warped sense, it seemed innocent like the owner of the house merely welcoming a guest. “I have no master,” I said, putting every ounce of rebellion into the words. “Let me go.” The man stopped mid-step, head cocked. His fingers curled around the banister, showing manicured nails, no calluses in sight. Once again, pale eyes connected with mine, sucking my thoughts into a vacuum. Up till now, his face had been unreadable, but as we stared, flashes of emotion buffeted me. Anger. Interest. Annoyance. Resignation. And finally, in a blaze of jade…lust. My breath quickened and I tried to step back again, only to collide with the wall of the guard’s chest. The guard placed a hot, heavy hand between my shoulder blades and pushed, forcing me into a struggling, painful bow. “Do as you’re told.” So many thoughts collided. I wanted to spin and steal the gun in the holster under his arm. I wanted to shoot everyone. I wanted to slash at the gorgeous artwork and priceless artefacts around the room. Such things of beauty did not deserve to belong to a man whose goons forced a sex slave to bow. “Bastard,” I muttered, hating I couldn’t do any of it. All I could do was obey—for now. “Stop. If she doesn’t want to bow, then don’t force her.” The masculine voice reminded me of glinting steel, shaped with precision and strength. It was the sound of authority, and despite my best attempts to rebel, I bowed on my own. The sheer weight of his voice compelled obedience. The guard’s hand left my back. He chuckled. “If she doesn’t want to bow, perhaps she wants to crawl.” My back snapped upright, and I jumped a mile. My new owner stood directly in front of me. Hands in his slack pockets, head cocked slightly to the side, as if inspecting a piece of art. “She may crawl if she wishes,” he murmured. “I do not wish,” I snapped. Once again, our eyes connected and I searched for the evil like the men in Mexico, but he guarded himself too well. Nothing gave away what he thought, even the emotions I’d seen before were gone. We stood staring for moments, before the guard behind me cleared his throat. Shattering the fragile silence and condemning me to whatever would happen next. “Laissez-nous.” The man waved a hand toward the exit. Instantly, the guard left along with a few others I hadn’t seen lurking. The rustle of their suits sounded like a death sentence as they siphoned out the door. Oh, God. My eyes flicked to the left, where a massive library beckoned. Sultry mahogany, rich maroons, and gold bookcases. A roaring fire beckoned to read a book and slouch in the wingback chairs huddled around the flames. To the right, a ginormous lounge full of comfortable designer sofas and chairs. Animal hides of zebra and tiger littered the floor, and huge glass doors reflected me standing under the bright lights of the foyer. The man stood an arm’s length away. Tears thickened my throat. I dropped my gaze, unable to look anymore. Tiredness descended, and all I wanted to do was sleep—to escape this nightmare. “You won’t be able to run,” he said, watching closely. I sucked in a breath. “Who says I’m going to run?” His lips, smooth and well defined against his five o’clock shadow, twitched. “I smell it on you—the scent of prey. You’re looking for a bolthole, somewhere no one can find you.” He leaned in, sending a cloud of expensive cologne around me. “You’re different, I’ll give you that. They didn’t break you, but don’t think you can fight me. You won’t win.” My heart seized. His tone bordered on angry. He was angry at me? I was the victim here. My chest swelled with indignation. “What do you expect? I was smuggled here. You bought me. I didn’t come freely. Of course, I want to run.” Giveaway 1 x Sign copy of Tears of Tess (Intl) About The Author Pepper Winters is a NYT and USA Today International Bestseller. She wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. She's also honoured to wear the IndieReader Badge for being a Top 10 Indie Bestsellers, best BDSM series voted by the SmutClub, and recently signed a two book deal with Grand Central. Her books are currently being translated into numerous languages and will be in bookstores in the near future. Links Website: http://pepperwinters.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Pepper-Winters/539976006062848 Twitter: https://twitter.com/PepperWinters Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/pepperwinters/ GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7151973.Pepper_Winters Monsters In The Dark Box Set By Pepper Winters Release Date: March 16, 2015 Synopsis **STRICTLY LIMITED TIME SALE PRICE ON COMPLETE TRILOGY** From New York Times Bestseller Pepper Winters comes the highly acclaimed USA Today Bestselling Series: Monsters in the Dark. #1 Erotica, #1 Romantic Suspense, #1 Thriller. Award winner for Best Dark Romance, Best BDSM, Best Dark Hero, and Best Strong Heroine. This is a story of eroticism, horror, tragedy and ultimately undying and unwavering love. Included in the following edition are: TEARS OF TESS "My life was complete. Happy, content, everything neat and perfect. Then it all changed. I was sold." Kidnapped. Drugged. Stolen. Tess is forced into a world full of darkness and terror. QUINTESSENTIALLY Q "All my life, I battled with the knowledge I was twisted... fucked up to want something so deliciously dark. But then slave fifty-eight entered my world. " Q may be a monster, but he's Tess's monster. TWISTED TOGETHER "After battling through hell, I brought my esclave back from the brink of ruin. I sacrificed everything--my heart, my mind, my very desires to bring her back to life." Q gave everything to bring Tess back. In return, he expects nothing less. **Not recommended if you don't enjoy dark romance, angst-filled plots, and BDSM.** Purchase Links Excerpt “Worse than me?” he murmured. His voice held an edge, almost as if his question meant a lot more than what he asked. Wanting to give him something, after all he did for me last night, I nodded. “A lot worse.” He shook his head, eyes unfocused. Memories swirled in their depths and I wanted to chase him wherever he went. I wanted to know him. Would he ever let me get close? Was a slave allowed to help her owner, while letting him use her body? I didn’t know the rules. Q finally released me, presenting the other package. “This is for you.” His jaw clenched as I held my hands out, accepting the large sketchpad and charcoal pencils. I opened it and couldn’t breathe. Inside, architectural graph paper—the exact kind I used in my university course—glowed fresh and new. My eyes widened. “You remembered what I told you…that first breakfast when you kissed me.” He sat straighter, tension rippling in his body. “I remember everything, esclave. I remember how you smell, how you taste. I remember how you feel inside and how terrified you were when I found you at Lefebvre’s residence. I also know things you haven’t told me. You secretly like what I do to you. You think you hide it, but I know that darkness in your eyes. It feeds me, calls to me.” He fisted the covers, throwing them off me, exposing my body. “Why else do you think I can’t leave you alone?” Giveaway Signed copy of any of Pepper’s Books (excluding Box Set) 2 swag packs 3 ebooks (Winner’s choice) About The Author Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. STALK Pepper: Website | Pinterest | Facebook | Twitter | Blog | Goodreads Synopsis “She healed me. She broke me. I set her free. But we are in this together. We will end this together. The rules of this ancient game can’t be broken.” Nila Weaver no longer recognises herself. She’s left her lover, her courage, and her promise. Two debts down. Too many to go. Jethro Hawk no longer recognises himself. He’s embraced what he always ran from, and now faces punishment far greater than he feared. It’s almost time. It’s demanding to be paid. The Third Debt will be the ultimate test... Indebted Series Debt Inheritance Indebted #1 Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00MSYVHE4 iBooks: http://bit.ly/12E3i1P “I own you. I have the piece of paper to prove it. It’s undeniable and unbreakable. You belong to me until you’ve paid off your debts.” Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Being the first born daughter, her life is forfeit to the first born son of the Hawks to pay for sins of ancestors past. The dark ages might have come and gone, but debts never leave. She has no choice in the matter. She is no longer free. Jethro Hawk receives Nila as an inheritance present on his twenty-ninth birthday. Her life is his until she’s paid off a debt that’s centuries old. He can do what he likes with her—nothing is out of bounds—she has to obey. There are no rules. Only payments. First Debt Indebted #2 Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00PK6KGRG iBooks: http://bit.ly/1ukX4iG “You say I’ll never own you. If I win—you willingly give me that right. You sign not only the debt agreement, but another—one that makes me your master until your last breath is taken. You do that, and I’ll give you this.” Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Stolen, taken, and bound not by monsters but by an agreement written over six hundred years ago, she has no way out. She belongs to Jethro as much as she denies it. Jethro Hawk’s patience is running out. His inheritance gift tests, challenges, and surprises him—and not in good ways. He hasn’t leashed her but he thinks he might’ve found a way to bind her forever. Debts are mounting. Payment waiting. Second Debt Indebted, #3 Amazon: http://amzn.to/1yXNdNv iBooks: http://bit.ly/1zXK8y4 "I tried to play a game. I tried to wield deceit as perfectly as the Hawks. But when I thought I was winning, I wasn't. Jethro isn't what he seems--he's the master of duplicity. However, I refuse to let him annihilate me further." Nila Weaver has grown from naïve seamstress to full-blown fighter. Every humdrum object is her arsenal, and sex...sex is her greatest weapon of all. She's paid the First Debt. She'll probably pay more. But she has no intention of letting the Hawks win. Jethro Hawk has found more than a worthy adversary in Nila--he's found the woman who could destroy him. There's a fine line between hatred and love, and an even finer path between fear and respect. The fate of his house rests on his shoulders, but no matter how much ice lives inside his heart, Nila flames too bright to be extinguished. Pre-Order in iBooks Third Debt (Indebted #4): http://bit.ly/1vTF3I0 Fourth Debt (Indebted #5): http://bit.ly/1ySNH9p Final Debt (Indebted #6): http://bit.ly/1yl7HPd Giveaway 1 x signed paperback of any Indebted book of choice About The Author Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. Her Dark Erotica books include: Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1) - http://amzn.to/1lROLYN Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2) - http://amzn.to/1qB27Zh Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3) - http://amzn.to/1olkxsD Debt Inheritance (Indebted Series) - http://amzn.to/1As8P4X Her Grey Romance books include: Destroyed - http://amzn.to/1w9f6Vr Links Pinterest - http://www.pinterest.com/pepperwinters/ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/pages/Pepper-Winters/539976006062848 Twitter @pepperwinters - https://twitter.com/PepperWinters Blog - http://pepperwinters.com Amazon Author Page - http://amzn.to/1lRMwol If you would like to be the first to know of upcoming releases please fill in her newsletter (Pepper promises to never spam or chat aimlessly: http://bit.ly/YrpOsO She loves mail of any kind: [email protected] Second Debt Indebted #3 By Pepper Winters Released January 26, 2015 Synopsis “I tried to play a game. I tried to wield deceit as perfectly as the Hawks. But when I thought I was winning, I wasn’t. Jethro isn’t what he seems—he’s the master of duplicity. However, I refuse to let him annihilate me further.” Nila Weaver has grown from naïve seamstress to full-blown fighter. Every humdrum object is her arsenal, and sex…sex is her greatest weapon of all. She’s paid the First Debt. She’ll probably pay more. But she has no intention of letting the Hawks win. Jethro Hawk has found more than a worthy adversary in Nila—he’s found the woman who could destroy him. There’s a fine line between hatred and love, and an even finer path between fear and respect. The fate of his house rests on his shoulders, but no matter how much ice lives inside his heart, Nila flames too bright to be extinguished. Purchase Links Excerpt Just thinking of Jethro sent a spasm of desire through my core. Dammit, what’s happening to me? A daydream of Jethro slamming to his knees before me and wrenching my legs wide stole my mind. It was so vivid, so real—a trickle of need ran down my inner thigh. I gasped as I imagined his tongue lapping at my clit, his long fingers disappearing inside me—the same finger that I’d tattooed with my name. Would I come harder knowing he touched me with a finger branded by me? Or would I hold on as tight as I could and make him work for it? Oh, God. I needed to get rid of this satanic desire. I needed to be free. My eyes opened, latching onto the detachable showerhead. I could do it myself… My heartbeat whizzed with need. I couldn’t fight the churning demand any longer. Reaching upward, I unhooked the showerhead and turned the water temperature down so as not to burn myself. Feeling awkward and ridiculous and a hundred times guilty for what I was about to do, I braced my back on the tiled wall and spread my legs a little. My teeth clamped on my bottom lip as the water pressure tickled my clit. Oh. My. God. My eyes rolled back as I grew bolder and pressed the stream of heavenly water harder against my pussy. Water cascaded down my legs while my torso shivered from sudden cold. My nipples stiffened as I wickedly angled the jet down and down until water shot inside me. Every jet and bubble aroused sensitive flesh, sending my muscles clenching in joy. I moaned. Loudly. My legs trembled as my neck flopped forward and I gave myself over to the exquisite pleasure conjured by an innocuous showerhead. Starbursts flashed behind my eyelids; Jethro loomed into my mind. I pictured him shrugging out of his black shirt, prowling toward me while unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. I moaned again as my daydream shed his clothing and stood proud and naked before me. He grabbed his cock, pumping himself hard and firm, while his eyes feasted on what I was doing. He didn’t say a word, only watched, then crooked his finger and beckoned me closer. My heartbeat exceeded recommended limits as I forced myself higher and higher, locking my knees against buckling as an orgasm brewed into being. I rocked the showerhead, biting my lip as the pressure spurted over my clit and then inside me. The rhythm I set was exactly like fucking and I daren’t overthink how I looked or how depraved I felt getting off this way. My daydream forced its way past my misgivings. My forehead furrowed as I trembled, both welcoming and fighting an orgasm. Daydream Jethro crept closer, working his cock, a dangerous glint in his eyes. The moment I was within grabbing distance, he captured my waist. “I need to be inside you, Nila.” I put words into Jethro’s mouth, but it was his voice I heard in my heart. I moaned again, angling the showerhead harder against my clit. “How do you want it?” my fantasy whispered in my ear as he spun me around and pressed me hard against the wall. I swallowed hard, answering in my mind. “Fast and…” “Filthy?” Daydream Jethro’s nose nuzzled the back of my ear, sending shockwaves down my spine. “I can fuck you filthy.” I couldn’t speak. But I didn’t have to. My fantasy knew exactly how I needed it. Jethro bit the back of my shoulder, spreading my legs wider with his. “Fuck me, Jethro Hawk,” I whispered. “Oh, I will. Believe me, I will.” Without further warning, he dug his fingers into my hips and slammed inside me. My fingers went numb as I slid the showerhead from clit to entrance. I cried out as water shot inside at the same time as Jethro thrust into me from behind, sliding deep and fast, stretching me deliciously painfully. My heart exploded with bliss. An orgasm squeezed every atom, getting ready to hurl me into the stratosphere. Jethro thrust again and I rode my new friend the showerhead. “Oh, God. Yes,” I hissed, rocking harder. “Yes, yes…” A masculine cough sounded. “You continue to surprise me, Ms. Weaver; at least this time, I rather enjoy it.” Everything crashed into awareness. My daydream shattered, fracturing by my feet like broken glass. I squealed and dropped the showerhead. It turned into a water snake, spewing water left and right, wriggling like some terrible demon. Jethro snickered. “You’re using up the entire Hall’s supply of hot water. Are you planning on saving some for the rest of the inhabitants of my home?” Debt Inheritance (Book One) Indebted Series Amazon: http://amzn.to/1kMqS41 Amazon UK: http://amzn.uk.to/1kMqS41 Kobo: http://bit.ly/1ptt8wO iTunes: http://bit.ly/1t7Qiug First Debt (Book Two) Indebted Series Amazon: http://amzn.to/1BjpblH iBooks: http://bit.ly/1sMEyQo Nook: http://bit.ly/10PcYWi Kobo: http://bit.ly/1qmB3d7 Goodreads: http://bit.ly/15ijHdF Second Debt (Book Three) Indebted Series Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1uK1Sjc Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1z6Ea2g iBooks: http://bit.ly/1ufkO3z Nook: http://bit.ly/1xRAbAv Kobo: http://bit.ly/1xgCSvb Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1BRsIGR Giveaway Signed Paperback of Second Debt About The Author Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. Her Dark Erotica books include: Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1) Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2) Her Grey Romance books include: Destroyed STALK Pepper Website | Pinterest | Facebook | Twitter | Blog | Goodreads 1ndebted #3 Second Debt By Pepper Winters Available January 26, 2015 Synopsis “I tried to play a game. I tried to wield deceit as perfectly as the Hawks. But when I thought I was winning, I wasn’t. Jethro isn’t what he seems—he’s the master of duplicity. However, I refuse to let him annihilate me further.” Nila Weaver has grown from naïve seamstress to full-blown fighter. Every humdrum object is her arsenal, and sex…sex is her greatest weapon of all. She’s paid the First Debt. She’ll probably pay more. But she has no intention of letting the Hawks win. Jethro Hawk has found more than a worthy adversary in Nila—he’s found the woman who could destroy him. There’s a fine line between hatred and love, and an even finer path between fear and respect. The fate of his house rests on his shoulders, but no matter how much ice lives inside his heart, Nila flames too bright to be extinguished. Pre-Order Links Excerpt Debt Interitance (Indebted #1) ONLY $0.99 Amazon: http://amzn.to/17UZImo iBooks: http://bit.ly/1BjoFUA Nook: http://bit.ly/1Cl8rau Kobo: http://bit.ly/1zoFkFL Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1xIW5Vt First Debt (Indebted #2) Amazon: http://amzn.to/1BjpblH iBooks: http://bit.ly/1sMEyQo Nook: http://bit.ly/10PcYWi Kobo: http://bit.ly/1qmB3d7 Goodreads: http://bit.ly/15ijHdF Second Debt (Indebted #3) January 26th Amazon: TBD iBooks: http://bit.ly/1ufkO3z Nook: TBD Kobo: http://bit.ly/1xgCSvb Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1BRsIGR About The Author Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. Her Dark Erotica books include: Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1) Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2) Her Grey Romance books include: Destroyed STALK Pepper Website | Pinterest | Facebook | Twitter | Blog | Goodreads Second Debt Indebted #3 By Pepper Winters Available Early 2015 Synopsis “I tried to play a game. I tried to wield deceit as perfectly as the Hawks. But when I thought I was winning, I wasn’t. Jethro isn’t what he seems—he’s the master of duplicity. However, I refuse to let him annihilate me further.” Nila Weaver has grown from naïve seamstress to full-blown fighter. Every humdrum object is her arsenal, and sex…sex is her greatest weapon of all. She’s paid the First Debt. She’ll probably pay more. But she has no intention of letting the Hawks win. Jethro Hawk has found more than a worthy adversary in Nila—he’s found the woman who could destroy him. There’s a fine line between hatred and love, and an even finer path between fear and respect. The fate of his house rests on his shoulders, but no matter how much ice lives inside his heart, Nila flames too bright to be extinguished. Series iBooks Pre-Order Links Second Debt (Indebted #3): http://bit.ly/1zXK8y4 Third Debt (Indebted #4): http://bit.ly/1vTF3I0 Fourth Debt (Indebted #5): http://bit.ly/1ySNH9p Final Debt (Indebted #6): http://bit.ly/1yl7HPd Idebted Series Debt Inheritance Indebted #1 Available Now Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00MSYVHE4 iBooks: http://bit.ly/12E3i1P “I own you. I have the piece of paper to prove it. It’s undeniable and unbreakable. You belong to me until you’ve paid off your debts.” Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Being the first born daughter, her life is forfeit to the first born son of the Hawks to pay for sins of ancestors past. The dark ages might have come and gone, but debts never leave. She has no choice in the matter. She is no longer free. Jethro Hawk receives Nila as an inheritance present on his twenty-ninth birthday. Her life is his until she’s paid off a debt that’s centuries old. He can do what he likes with her—nothing is out of bounds—she has to obey. There are no rules. Only payments. First Debt Indebted #2 Available Now Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00PK6KGRG iBooks: http://bit.ly/1ukX4iG “You say I’ll never own you. If I win—you willingly give me that right. You sign not only the debt agreement, but another—one that makes me your master until your last breath is taken. You do that, and I’ll give you this.” Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Stolen, taken, and bound not by monsters but by an agreement written over six hundred years ago, she has no way out. She belongs to Jethro as much as she denies it. Jethro Hawk’s patience is running out. His inheritance gift tests, challenges, and surprises him—and not in good ways. He hasn’t leashed her but he thinks he might’ve found a way to bind her forever. Debts are mounting. Payment waiting. Giveaway 1 x signed paperback of either Debt Inheritance or First Debt About The Author Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. Her Dark Erotica books include Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1) - http://amzn.to/1lROLYN Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2) - http://amzn.to/1qB27Zh Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3) - http://amzn.to/1olkxsD Debt Inheritance (Indebted Series) - http://amzn.to/1As8P4X Her Grey Romance books include: Destroyed - http://amzn.to/1w9f6Vr Links Pinterest - http://www.pinterest.com/pepperwinters/ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/pages/Pepper-Winters/539976006062848 Twitter @pepperwinters - https://twitter.com/PepperWinters Blog - http://pepperwinters.com Amazon Author Page - http://amzn.to/1lRMwol If you would like to be the first to know of upcoming releases please fill in her newsletter (Pepper promises to never spam or chat aimlessly: http://bit.ly/YrpOsO She loves mail of any kind: [email protected] |
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