I know it’s been a bit since I posted here, but I’m so excited to share all the good news! While the migraines have not stopped completely, I’ve found a method that’s allowed me to get some real work done. I’ve been writing up a storm, and am so happy to finally have this for you all.
The long anticipated release of Desperate – Cost of Desperation Book One is coming August 18th! The Cost of Desperation series will not be available in KU, so to have it beamed directly to your device of choice, preorder now: http://smarturl.it/heqa7g
As some of you may remember, this series is based off of a short story I had posted on Wattpad. While it does contain that material, it has been expanded into three books following the life of Devin Haynes. There’s violence, mayhem, and love twisted through the vicious darkness we all know and love. Set in the same world and roughly the same time period as the Omega’s Destruction series, it can be read separately, but I highly recommend reading both for the full experience.
This series is my first version of a MFM, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!
Since I know we’ve all been dying for a taste, read on after the image for a delicious morsel from Desperate!
It should be illegal to even sell things like that, but no one cared if an Omega was overpowered. As the weakest dynamic, they had no rights. An Alpha only had to pay a fine if they claimed an Omega in heat, a pitiful sum for ruining the Omega’s life. Nothing was done if the Alpha just raped them. Betas got away with much the same, though they couldn’t claim an Omega. They used pills to alter their scent and pheromone laced colognes to get what came naturally to an Alpha. The more dangerous Betas used far more toxic substances to mimic the bulky muscle of one as well, though they always lacked the predatory grace.
“Thank you. I have it now.” Devin somehow managed to get the words out around the tight ball of fury lodged in her throat. Snatching the mug from Allen’s hand, she took up the fresh pot of coffee she’d made in the other. If she had to, she’d use it. There was only so much she would take in order to keep this job, and being molested in the office kitchen was not one of them.
“There’s no need to be rude, Devin,” Allen murmured. A low, grating sound smeared through his words as he tried on an approximation of a comforting purr. “Why don’t we bury the hatchet, eh? Over dinner at that new Italian place.”
“No, thank you.” Devin began making her coffee, for once praying someone else would come into the kitchen. There might not be penalties for molesting an Omega in general, but there were still rules about workplace etiquette. Blind fingers going through the motions of adding sugar and cream, she mourned the loss of the comforting weight from the coffee pot in her hand as she set it back on the stand. She couldn’t stand there wielding it forever, no matter much she might wish to.
“I’m willing to be the bigger man here and give you a chance to earn my forgiveness,” Allen said, impatience turning his stumbling purr into a growl.
