I am Katya Waters.
A survivor of violence.
I fought death and won.
So why do I feel so dead inside?
Katya Waters is a small-town girl, mentally unprepared to deal with her deep, dark past. While walking in her sanctuary, her innocence was torn from her in the most brutal fashion- run to the ground as if she were an animal by a pack of vicious Hunters. After they wounded her spirit, they left her for dead.
How does one overcome a debilitating, tragic event? By strength, perseverance, and an unrelenting will to survive.
Out of desire, Katya no longer wanted to be the hunted. She hungered to be the hunter.
Finally taking her life into her own hands, Katya reached for what she’d earned, for the respect every human being so rightfully deserves.
By moving to a new city for the job of her dreams, Katya unwittingly brought her past nightmares to life, slowly drawing the repressed, dark memories into the light. With a deep desire to explore her true nature, Katya entered the BDSM Club, Restraint; never realizing there would be no escape from her secrets within the club’s walls. Katya’s entire existence turned into a living, breathing, never-ending therapy session from Hell.
The Boss pulled Katya into a thrilling game of Kat & Mouse as a way to force Katya to accept the truth of her past. Follow Katya’s heartbreaking journey as she connected the mystery of her past with her thrilling present.
… As long as I have a tomorrow, I can endure today.
Book 1
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A survivor of violence.
I fought death and won.
So why do I feel so dead inside?
Katya Waters is a small-town girl, mentally unprepared to deal with her deep, dark past. While walking in her sanctuary, her innocence was torn from her in the most brutal fashion- run to the ground as if she were an animal by a pack of vicious Hunters. After they wounded her spirit, they left her for dead.
How does one overcome a debilitating, tragic event? By strength, perseverance, and an unrelenting will to survive.
Out of desire, Katya no longer wanted to be the hunted. She hungered to be the hunter.
Finally taking her life into her own hands, Katya reached for what she’d earned, for the respect every human being so rightfully deserves.
By moving to a new city for the job of her dreams, Katya unwittingly brought her past nightmares to life, slowly drawing the repressed, dark memories into the light. With a deep desire to explore her true nature, Katya entered the BDSM Club, Restraint; never realizing there would be no escape from her secrets within the club’s walls. Katya’s entire existence turned into a living, breathing, never-ending therapy session from Hell.
The Boss pulled Katya into a thrilling game of Kat & Mouse as a way to force Katya to accept the truth of her past. Follow Katya’s heartbreaking journey as she connected the mystery of her past with her thrilling present.
… As long as I have a tomorrow, I can endure today.
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Welcome to Restraint
I scan the crowd that flows like a cliché. The majority of the clubbers are dressed in Goth fetish-wear. Black studded-leather from head-to-toe. Their hair is oddly cut and colored, and their bodies are adorned with collars and cuffs. Tattoos, piercings, and sneers, their desire to look criminal is almost amusing. They wear their disguises as well as I wear my false confidence– pretty damn well, but I can see through the guise.
I can easily pick out the tourists from the enthusiasts. The tourists gaze out of large, glassy eyes as they take everything in for the first or tenth time. Their clothing runs the gamut from Mary Sue to Manson– Marilyn, not Chuck.
The tourists are easy to distinguish because they remind me of children playing dress-up in their momma’s clothes. There is no aura of power or submission radiating off them, but there is plenty of excitement.
It is an intoxicating mix– the jaded innocence mixed with the exhilaration of anticipation.
The thrum of the club calls me, fills me with the same excitement that every single person in the line is experiencing. Danger. Fear. Lust. Power. Hunger. It flavors the air, luring you into its lair. The beckoning is so tangible that I expect to be able to taste it on back my tongue. Bitter and sweet, and it tastes like power and sex. Greedily, I swallow.
The enthusiasts all wear similar bored expression, as if they don’t need to be here intermingled with the poseurs. Unlike the wannabes, the dominants wear understated clothing. The submissives stand calmly by their dominants’ side, knowing they are safe and secure.
I don’t dress like the tourists. I have never been here before, or any club for that matter. But a poseur, I am not. The cliché would demand that I wear leather and a scary facial expression. Unlike the tourists, I do exhibit an aura of power. A power wrought and honed from the miseries of my past. I could wear a feed sack and people would stumble from my path, not from disgust but power. I walk around in a protective bubble of my own creation, warning all those who get too close to back the fuck off with my narrowed bitch-glare. It’s as natural as any other survival instinct I possess.
No black leather pants, crimson bustier with my tits overflowing, or black Elvira hair for me. This kink is about trust, and I come as myself. Charcoal-gray, tailored pants encase my curvy legs. A turquoise bra flashes color beneath my snug-fitting black vest; and yes, the vest creates ample overflow of my assets. An auburn curly mass is piled high on my head, revealing the curve of my neck and beneath the nape is a tattoo symbolizing my evolution– Chrysalis. A set of caps are clicked into place on my teeth, creating dainty fangs. The only hint that if you get too close, I may bite.
Erica Chilson does not write in the 3rd person, wanting her readers to be her characters. Therefore, writing a bio about herself, is uncomfortable in the extreme.
Born, raised, and here to stay, the Wicked Writer is a stump-jumper, a ridge-runner. Hailing from North Central Pennsylvania, directly on the New York State border; she loves the changes in seasons, the humid air, all the mountainous forest, and the gloomy atmosphere.
Introverted, but not socially awkward, Erica prides herself on thinking first and filtering her speech. There are days she doesn’t speak at all. If it wasn’t for the fact that she lives with her parents, giving her a sense of reality, she would be a hermit, where the delivery man finds her months after expiration.
Reading was an escape, a way to leave a not-so pleasant reality behind. Reading lent Erica the courage she gathered from the characters between the pages to long for a different life. Writing was an instrument of change, evolving Erica into the woman she is today- a better, more mature, more at peace thinker.
Erica has a wicked mind, one she pours out into her creations. Her filter doesn’t allow all of it to erupt, much to her relief. Sarcastic, with a very dark, perverse sense of humor, Erica puts a bit of herself into every character she writes.
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Born, raised, and here to stay, the Wicked Writer is a stump-jumper, a ridge-runner. Hailing from North Central Pennsylvania, directly on the New York State border; she loves the changes in seasons, the humid air, all the mountainous forest, and the gloomy atmosphere.
Introverted, but not socially awkward, Erica prides herself on thinking first and filtering her speech. There are days she doesn’t speak at all. If it wasn’t for the fact that she lives with her parents, giving her a sense of reality, she would be a hermit, where the delivery man finds her months after expiration.
Reading was an escape, a way to leave a not-so pleasant reality behind. Reading lent Erica the courage she gathered from the characters between the pages to long for a different life. Writing was an instrument of change, evolving Erica into the woman she is today- a better, more mature, more at peace thinker.
Erica has a wicked mind, one she pours out into her creations. Her filter doesn’t allow all of it to erupt, much to her relief. Sarcastic, with a very dark, perverse sense of humor, Erica puts a bit of herself into every character she writes.
Connect with Erica
Facebook ~ Twitter ~ Website ~ Goodreads
Google+ ~ Pinterest ~ tsū
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Hosted by
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