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The Requested Trilogy

For lovers of dark romance, the Requested Trilogy is a compelling, twisted and disturbingly beautiful story of a girl taken captive.

It all starts in Part One – Don’t Say A Word.

Keep reading for a sample chapter.

Kneel. Submit. Obey

I have been taken by a man unknown to me.

But he is not the one who holds me captive.

Not whose voice commands me.

Who watches me with a storm raging in ocean-blue eyes.

It is my captor who knows every inch of my body.

Who trains me for another man to ruin.

But I am not his.

I belong to my requestor.

Whoever he is . . .

Don’t Say A Word

Panic. My body feels it first. The swell of nausea in the pit of my stomach. The sense of dread. The tingling sensation of terror.

And then comes the thud of my heart. It’s rapid, beating against my chest like a caged wild animal. It’s all I can hear. It drowns out my other senses. Nothing but the pulse of my blood and the echo of my heart.

Sweat is next. Cold. Trembling. The kind that prickles over my skin, leaving trails of raised hairs and goosebumps.

Darkness crushes me. It is endless. My eyelids brush against rough material. I am blindfolded and for that I am grateful. Because if not for the movement of my eyelids against the material, I would have thought myself dead. It doesn’t matter that my heart pounds in my chest or that my skin dances with dread, those things can be imagined. They could be my mind playing tricks. But the feel of that material and the tightness of the twist which holds it in place are real.

The floor is cold and hard, smooth like polished concrete. My foot twitches and pain shoots through my leg with the stiffness of the movement.

Awareness creeps over me. I am kneeling on the floor, tilted to the side, resting on one hip. My back aches. My stomach aches. My head pounds. My hands are tied. No. They are chained. The rungs of metal are cold and hard as they dig into my flesh.

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