Title: Leon's Way
Author: Sunniva
Dee
Genre: New
Adult
Release
Date: December
19, 2014
Synopsis
I’m
Leon, number one object of Deepsilver’s rumor mill. Owner of
student hotspot, Smother.
Since I was sixteen, the world has been mine. I do everything—
My way.
Every co-ed in town clenches her thighs over me, but most don’t fit the bill. See, I like my girls broken. Once I detect my shade of don’t-give-a-fuck damaged, I fight hard, I fight dirty, and I don’t give up until—
I conquer.
Drunk fathers and frequent beatings don’t merit attention, but when my despicable dad starts the process of croaking, I’m forced to remember. Thus, the downward spiral begins: my latest broken-girl turns the tables on me and splits. My hot-as-hell employee, Arriane, throws me the curve ball of a lifetime. And suddenly—
I’m out of control.
But at the center of my chaos, she exists. Always close, always sweet, and so beautifully fucking… wholesome. She represents everything I’ve shied from in a woman. Still—
I crave her.
I’m Leon, and I don’t deny my cravings. Just—this girl is not surrendering. So here I am, fighting harder. Fighting dirtier. And goddammit all, I will—
Conquer.
Since I was sixteen, the world has been mine. I do everything—
My way.
Every co-ed in town clenches her thighs over me, but most don’t fit the bill. See, I like my girls broken. Once I detect my shade of don’t-give-a-fuck damaged, I fight hard, I fight dirty, and I don’t give up until—
I conquer.
Drunk fathers and frequent beatings don’t merit attention, but when my despicable dad starts the process of croaking, I’m forced to remember. Thus, the downward spiral begins: my latest broken-girl turns the tables on me and splits. My hot-as-hell employee, Arriane, throws me the curve ball of a lifetime. And suddenly—
I’m out of control.
But at the center of my chaos, she exists. Always close, always sweet, and so beautifully fucking… wholesome. She represents everything I’ve shied from in a woman. Still—
I crave her.
I’m Leon, and I don’t deny my cravings. Just—this girl is not surrendering. So here I am, fighting harder. Fighting dirtier. And goddammit all, I will—
Conquer.
Excerpt
1
The
man I’ve loved for years is going ballistic. Books, glasses, and
candles ricochet off the walls and crash to the floor. The low growl
contained in his throat unleashes as he hurls his stereo at the
window, making the glass panes shatter on impact.
“She
fucking left me for him!”
He
spins and locks on me. When Leon stares at you, he consumes you. He
traps you in a small, flustered vacuum where he’s all that matters.
“Leon… you’ll be okay,” I begin, but my voice trembles.
I
can’t wrap my mind around this meltdown. Nothing ruffles him,
nothing surprises him; in all my years at the club, I’ve never seen
fissures in the marble of my boss’ beautiful façade. With the
exception of his girlfriends, everything he touches remains orderly,
and yet he’s losing it so completely right now.
This
state he’s in… It doesn’t rock my need to be there for him. I—
Am
always close.
He’s
my love. My unreciprocated love, because I am just Arriane, his left
hand, the favorite bartender. Not one of the dolls he breaks.
Leon’s
chest lifts and sinks with his turmoil. “I’ve never worked to
keep someone the way I did with her. Fuck, I did everything I could
while all he needed to do was barge into Smother. He fucking stole
her from under my nose!” Angry tears glitter, drifting over
surreally blue irises.
“Stole?”
He’s delusional.
Excerpt
2
I am the devil. What did she
ever do to deserve this? She’s my employee and an innocent
bystander who’s nothing like my usual contenders.
Still,
I prowl up over Arriane on the mattress, the way I’ve done with
countless women before. Straddling her, I’m on all fours, dipping
down just enough to blow lightly on her mouth, making her gasp.
I
have no excuse for acting like this. I can’t claim to be drunk on
this aftermath of a New Year’s Eve. No, I just can’t deal with
what happened earlier tonight. I want to forget how I lost my shit,
the way I rebuffed Pandora’s lack of commitment to me.
Arriane’s
hair is midnight-black like mine. It’s long and so silky it shines
even in the dim lighting of my bedroom. First, I slide the simple
black hairband out of her ponytail. Next, I fan her mane out over my
pillow.
“You
should wear your hair down more,” I tell her, and the small hump on
her throat lifts in an anxious swallow. I draw back for an instant,
studying her.
“You
like it?” she murmurs. She seems surprised.
I
slide a glossy lock between two fingers and watch it spill back to
the pillow. “Of course I do. It’s fucking beautiful.”
Three
years ago, I was running low on employees, and in walked this girl,
this sweet twenty-year-old who needed money. Like most people in the
college town of Deepsilver, Arriane came here for her degree. Only
she doesn’t come from an affluent family, and tuition is expensive.
Since then, she’s worked more at Smother than she has studied.
Whenever I need someone, I turn, and Arriane is there, ready to pick
up the slack. Beautiful, loyal Arriane.
“Your eyes are violet,”
I state, because I hadn’t noticed before; she works for me, and I
don’t get involved with my employees.
“Yeah,”
she whispers. “No one else in my family—” she starts, but then
I lick her lips and she gives off a quiet moan. I like that sound.
About
The Author
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Originally
from Norway, I moved to the United States twelve years ago. I
hold a Master’s degree in languages and taught Spanish at college
level before settling in at the Savannah College of Art and Design as
an adviser.
I
write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in
“Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February
24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” estimated release date, November
2014. The first book I’m self-publishing is the New Adult
Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which will make me a
proud indie author in October 28th 2014!
I
specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running
amok. Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional
attraction beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as
for the characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to
predict what comes next in my stories.
Yes,
so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll
find my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or
disturbing because the struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s
to hoping you have the same reading vice as me!
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