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Blue Blooded
A Benediction Novel (Part 2)
Shelly Bell
Releasing Oct 13th, 2015
Avon Books
In
the next sexy and suspenseful Benediction novel, an investigative reporter and
an ex-soldier witness a murder outside of an exclusive sex club and while on
the run, uncover a deadly conspiracy that begins with mobsters and corrupt FBI
agents... and ends on Capitol Hill.
A woman who refuses to be tied
down...
Investigative reporter Rachel Dawson
is always looking for her next big story. While working on a feature about
BDSM, she lands a one-night, no-holds-barred pass into the exclusive sex club,
Benediction. Rachel doesn't have a deviant bone in her body—or so she
thought—until the infuriating, ex-soldier Logan Bradford convinces her to try
rope bondage under his capable hands. But a steamy night turns deadly when
Rachel and Logan witness a gruesome murder.
A Dom who's determined to bind her
to him...
Framed for a crime they didn't
commit and hunted by corrupt FBI agents, they flee. As Rachel and Logan search
for evidence to clear their names, the attraction they've been fighting ignites
into fiery passion. Love is the last thing Rachel wants, but night by night, as
Logan binds her body, he unravels the knots around her heart. And when they
uncover a shocking political conspiracy, Rachel will stop at nothing to reveal
the truth…and it just might kill her.
Puffing on his Cuban cigar, the
Senator reclined in his chair, a tumbler of scotch on the rocks in front of
him. He stared down the two men sitting on the other side of his desk, daring
them to repeat the words that had just been uttered.
Sweating
profusely, FBI Agent Seymour Fink tugged on his tie, his Adam’s apple bobbing
above the buttoned collar of his shirt.
For a moment,
the Senator considered retrieving his gun from his desk drawer and shooting the
agent in the head, but he couldn’t risk getting blood or splatters of brain
matter on his tuxedo. After all, he had an important dinner to attend in an
hour and didn’t want to disappoint his wife.
He downed the
rest of his drink and then shook the ice in the glass the way he’d like to
shake the mobster who was fucking with him. “Tell me what you’re going to do to
fix the problem,” he said calmly, unwilling to allow this minor bump in the
road to waylay his plans.
There were only
a few problems in the world money couldn’t solve, and this was not one of them.
His men were loyal to him because he paid them to be loyal. They believed in
his cause because he paid them to believe in his cause. The whole goddamned US
of A was manipulated by money, making it possible for great men like him to
become even wealthier.
But he was
different because unlike most men, he cared more for this country than he did
money.
“Do, sir?”
Using the sleeve of his suit jacket, Agent Fink wiped the sweat from his brow,
cigar smoke circling around his head like a boa constrictor. “I’m not certain
we should do—”
“You listen to
me, you little prick. There is nothing that will stand in my way.” The Senator
hurled his tumbler against the wall above the fireplace, shattering the glass
into a million tiny pieces. “Do you understand me? I’ve got your balls in a
vise underneath my blade, so let’s try this again. What are you going to do to fix
the problem?”
These agents
had been instrumental in helping him to get the charges against Anthony Rinaldi
dropped in exchange for the mobster’s valuable foreign contacts. A few months
ago, the FBI had arrested Rinaldi for the extortion and kidnapping of Danielle
Walker and, in the process, had discovered the bodies of thirteen young women
buried on his property. But thanks to Agent Richard Evans and Fink, vital
evidence had disappeared from the FBI’s possession, helping the judge in the
case, a man all too easy to blackmail due to his expensive cocaine habit, to
render his decision in dropping the charges. In exchange, Rinaldi had brokered
a deal with a Congo mafia leader, and an item found exclusively in the Congo
region was about to arrive in the United States. Now that the ship had sailed
and all the components were successfully in place, Rinaldi’s usefulness had
come to an end.
Seymour
swallowed convulsively. “No one was supposed to get hurt.”
“Don’t pull
that bullshit now. You knew when I approached you that lives would be lost for
the greater good,” the Senator said. He handed off his cigar and nodded to the
other agent, a bruiser of a man whom he’d chosen not only for his twenty years
of service to this country but for his lack of empathy. Agent Richard Evans
understood the risks involved in his job, the three bullets he’d taken in the
chest a testament to that fact.
Evans pinched
the fat cigar between his fingers and, in a flash, locked his partner’s head
under his arm, pinning Fink’s hands to the table and singeing the top of one
with the foot of the cigar. Fink screamed, his smaller body thrashing wildly as
he fruitlessly tried to escape from his partner and the pain he was inflicting.
The acrid scent
of burnt flesh overpowered the cigar’s sweet one, a smell he would forever more
attribute to power.
By
the time Evans released him, Fink’s skin had turned pasty white, his shirt
completely drenched from his sweat. He breathed heavily, nodding. “Consider the
problem solved, sir. By this time tomorrow night, Rinaldi will be dead.”
The
Senator leaned back in his chair and smiled.
God
bless the USA.
A sucker for a happy ending, Shelly Bell writes sensual romance often with a bit of kink and action-filled erotic thrillers with high-emotional stakes for her alpha heroes and kick-ass heroines.
She began writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
She currently writes for Avon Red Impulse, Loose Id, and Soul Mate Publishing.
She began writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
She currently writes for Avon Red Impulse, Loose Id, and Soul Mate Publishing.
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