“It’s time for you to tell me your name.” She arches an
eyebrow at me. I can just imagine her getting them waxed in some fancy fucking
boutique beauty parlor in Seattle, run by Asian hipsters with shaved undercuts
and thick glasses. She seems like the type. “Why do you want to know?” she
asks, cockiness filling her voice.
“I’m asking because I need something to call you. And if you
don’t tell me your name, I’m going to be forced to call you One Eighty-One. And
I’m guessing you won’t like being called One Eighty-One.”
“Why would you call me that?”
“Because that’s the reference Hector Ramirez gave you when
you uploaded your picture onto his skin site. Hector tags his girls
chronologically. The first girl he sold was number one. The fifty-third girl he
sold was tagged fifty-three. Using that logic, guess how many girls he sold before
he tagged you one eight one?”
“So a hundred and eighty other women came before me?” She
looks like she’s going to throw up.
“Exactly. And he hasn’t been caught. The police haven’t
raided his place out there in the desert. No one has reported his website. No
one came to rescue the one hundred and eighty other girls who came before you,
and no one is coming for you, either. So if you want reminding of that every
single time I call you one eight—“
“Sophia!” She screws
her eyes shut, clenching her jaw. “My name is fucking Sophia, motherfucker.”
She spits out the words like they’re poison. When she looks at me again, I can
see the fury burning in the dark depths of her dark brown eyes. She comes alive
when she’s angry. A thrill of adrenalin stabs through me, sending mixed signals
to my cock; provoking such a violent reaction from her is provoking an entirely
different reaction from me. For the first time, I see her. Fucking Sophia. I
don’t see her as a means to an end—a potential way to take down the bastard who
killed my uncle. I see her. I see her as a woman, and she is beautiful.
“Alright, Sophia. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
COMING SOON
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RELEASE DATE: February 9th
Rebel and Sophia's story.
The first of a three part series. This novel contains a
small snippet which has already been released in the Owned: An Alpha Anthology,
however it is followed by a full story installment.
Sophia
Sometimes, you don't mean to become another person.
Sometimes the choice is made for you, and pretending is the only thing that
keeps you going. When Alexis Romera is taken and her kidnappers find her fake
ID in her purse, she must become Sophia in order to keep her family safe.
Revealing her real identity to the man she's sold to would be easy enough, but
can she trust him? Hell bent on revenging the murder of his uncle, Rebel
doesn't seem all that interested in playing things safe.
In fact, nothing about the secretive, dark and brooding MC
president seems safe at all.
Rebel
What do you do when the man who raised you is murdered, and
the only witness is kidnapped girl who's being sold as a sex slave? You buy
her, of course. As president to the most powerful motorcycle club in America,
Rebel isn't lacking in power. There are strings the man can pull, and entire
criminal organisations and corporate businesses alike would fall to their
knees. However, along with such power comes intense interest. The DEA have
their eye fixed solely on the MC...and they're just waiting for Rebel to trip
up.
Getting Sophia to testify is the only way to bring the Los
Oscuros cartel down. The beautiful, dark haired, dark eyed woman is belligerent
and uncooperative and unlikely to bend to his will, but Rebel has a few tricks
up his sleeve to make her compliant--he'll charm her until she's bending over
backwards to please him.
Of course, falling for her might cause a few hiccups along
the way...
About the Author:
Callie has experienced many changes throughout her life, and
gone through many ups and downs that have all worked towards shaping and
molding her into the person she is today: fun loving, active, social, and hard
working. The only thing that has remained a constant throughout her life is
writing. Creating characters who will tear your conscience in two is a favorite
pastime of Callie’s. There are few real saints and sinners in her books; more
often, the denizens of her stories are all very human. Broken, flawed, and
always with the potential for redemption.
Despite the subject matter being markedly hot and heavy in
comparison to the stories she wrote in elementary school, there will always be
an element of fairytale to her work.
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