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Junkie
Book Summary
I'm a heroin addict. A junkie. A whore. I'll do anything to get my next fix.
Anything.
Including
walking right onto the property of Austin's most ruthless and feared
drug lord to beg for some H. I don't know his name, only that people
call him Boss. Oh, and that he won't think twice to put a bullet in my
head.
But like I said, I'll do anything to get my next fix. Even if it costs me my life.
Or changes it forever.
Excerpt #1
Boss gives Miri a hit
Despite
Miri’s disgusting appearance, her nasty addiction to heroin, and the
fact that her maybe-boyfriend had been stealing from me to feed her
habit, I felt responsible for her. It was my shit she got hooked on, and
she just seemed… frail and in need of someone to take care of her. It
was almost as if she were sent here as penance for my past failures to
take care of my mom and sister.
Besides,
Miri intruded on my property. She knew where I lived. I couldn’t just
toss her out. It was highly unlikely, but she could call the cops and
get them down here with a warrant in the blink of an eye.
Better to get her dosed up and calmed down before trying to talk.
“Jase,” I barked.
One of my men immediately appeared at my side. “Yes, Boss.”
“Bring me the kit.”
With
a sharp nod, he left the room and reappeared in less than two minutes
to hand me a small zippered pouch. “Here you go, Boss.”
“All
of you leave,” I ordered as I began prepping the kit. One by one, I
lined the items up on the table, in the order I would need them.
Everyone obeyed my command but one.
“Boss, come on…”
“Milo, don’t push me any further tonight.” I turned to give my lieutenant a dark stare that said don’t fuck with me. He better not press his thoughts in front of a stranger.
Milo’s
lips pressed tight as he struggled to keep his mouth shut and follow my
orders. Nothing new from the big, strong-willed man. He was very
opinionated at times. Tense and agitated, Milo gave in and agreed.
“Fine. I’m going home then, Boss.”
“See you in the morning.” I dismissed Milo and returned my attentions to the sweaty, gross, trembling girl in my kitchen.
Using
an alcohol pad, I wiped my hands to kill any germs. Then I picked up a
tiny packet of white powder, careful not to spill any, and poured it
into a spoon designed to lie on a flat surface without tilting. The
rubber tourniquet was long compared to Miri’s razor-thin arm. I knotted
it around the tiny limb, holding back a pained grimace at touching her
filthy skin. When I glanced up to check on her, I found Miri watching
intently. I blinked and tore my gaze away from those wide green eyes to
search for a vein. There wasn’t a single usable one on her scar-riddled
arm.
“Shit,” I muttered when an inspection of her other arm turned up the same.
“I-I use my feet.” Miri’s voice was so soft I nearly missed her response.
Caught in the sliver of emerald in those captivating eyes, it took me a minute to reply.
“All
right.” I removed the tourniquet, put it around a slender ankle, and
placed her left foot on the floor to get better blood flow to the
extremity. A single bluish vein stood out, surrounded by a half-dozen
faded and fresh track marks. “There it is.” I grabbed another alcohol
pad and swabbed the area. Syringe in hand, I uncapped a vial of sterile
water and drew up a small amount, adding it to the powered opiate in the
spoon. Using a lighter, I cooked the drugs until the mixture was
reduced to a clear, bubbling liquid. As I waited for the chemicals to
cool, Miri became frantic.
“I-It’s okay. I c-can take it hot. Really. I-I don’t mind. Please…”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not safe. You could blow a vein or worse.”
“I don’t care! Give it to me.” She started to struggle in the chair, in danger of tipping it over again.
Fed
the fuck up with today’s events and bullshit in general, I caught her
chin between my thumb and forefingers and pinched hard enough to hold
her still.
“Stop this immediately or you’ll get nothing. Listen carefully, because I’m only going to say it once. I’m never, ever
hospitable to intruders, so you should consider yourself lucky to still
be breathing right now and not being driven to a remote location where
no one will ever find your body.”
Those dull eyes widened with fear and her lip trembled. “Okay, okay. I’m g-good. I’ll be good. I’m s-sorry.”
I ripped open another alcohol swab and wiped off my fingers. Filthy junkie. Once the mixture was cool, I drew it up into the syringe using a filtered needle and made sure the air was out.
“Ready?” I’m not sure why I bothered—I knew the answer before the question was asked.
“Yes, please, please, please.” Miri vibrated with anticipation.
Despite
the fact I grew up around drugs, despised drug use, watched my family
implode from drug addiction and never once allowed anyone to get high in
my house or permitted drug use among my employees, I went against
everything I believed personally and stuck the needle into the vein on
Miri’s foot. I pulled back to watch as dark red blood entered the
syringe. With visual confirmation I hit a vein, I removed the tourniquet
and slowly injected the opiate into her system until the syringe was
empty. Working efficiently, I cleaned up the kit, put the used items in a
container for the staff to dispose of, and washed my hands at the sink.
Then I sat down and waited.
Excerpt #2
Boss forces Miri in the shower to get clean
Fighting
the intense, gut-clenching fear, I tightened my grip, using his strong
muscles to keep me upright as he washed my feet. The cloth skimmed up my
legs one at a time, his hands scrubbing over and over as the foam
rinsed away days of dirt and grime. The boss skipped my clothed
midsection, straightened to his full height, and repeated the process
with my arms, spending extra time on my dirt-caked hands and nails, and
the track marks on my arms, only moving on when my skin glowed pink.
Next,
he lifted my long red hair off my neck and slid the cloth across the
top of my back and shoulders, then around the front to wash the exposed
part of my chest where my tank top dipped low. I glanced down as his
enormous, bruised and scabbed hands worked over my skin, only then
realizing my white tank was completely transparent and I wasn’t wearing a
bra. Instinctively, my hands flew up to cover my breasts. He chuckled, a
smooth, deep sound so seductive it could easily charm a roomful of
people and melt every pair of panties in a five-mile radius.
“A little too late for that, doll. Seein’ as I’ve already got a good look at everything.”
Something
about his cocky drawl, the crooked smirk on his face, and that single
raised eyebrow felt like a challenge. My courage, boosted by the
decadent lull of my best friend, heroin, had me meeting his gaze
head-on. Determined to show the boss I wasn’t a cowering scaredy-cat, I
fingered the hem, tugged the wet tank over my head, and tossed it to the
floor with a loud splat.
The man’s eyes widened, which only fueled my desire to make him eat his
stupid words. Still staring directly into those sapphire eyes, I stuck
my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and shoved them down, stepped
out, and kicked them aside. Completely naked, I stood my ground and
raised my own brow in return, hands on my hips.
Our
eyes were locked a few more seconds before he threw his head back and
burst out laughing. The action made him look years younger than I
originally believed. “You are somethin’ else, you know that, doll?”
Instead of answering, I snatched the soapy washcloth from his hand and quickly finished washing my newly exposed skin.
“Here.”
Jerk.
The
boss scrambled to catch the cloth I whipped at his chest before turning
to storm out of the shower. I yelped when he grabbed me by the arm and
yanked me toward him. The blazing heat of his chest was pressed against
the bare skin of my back and I trembled from head to toe. The boss held
tight and lowered his mouth to my ear.
“First, don’t ever fucking throw shit at me again.” Chills broke out across my skin at his angry threat. “You will not
disrespect me in my own house, especially after I fucking took you in
instead of killing you the second you set foot on my property. Got it?”
When I didn’t answer, he squeezed my upper arms until I whimpered.
“Y-yes.
I get it.” I struggled to keep from screaming out of pure terror. What
was I thinking? Mouthing off to a drug lord while naked in his shower
and a house full of his goons one floor below. I couldn’t possibly be
more vulnerable.
After
digging his fingers in for another long moment to prove he was in
charge, the boss released me and spun me around as he picked up another
bottle. “Your hair is fucking disgusting. It needs to be washed.” He
wrinkled his nose in distaste and once more, shame flooded me with heat.
This man had a way of making me feel as though I was less than human.
He held out the bottle, shaking it in my face. “Either you do it, or I
do, doll. But you’re not getting out of here until you’ve cleaned the
junkie stench off.”
The
backs of my eyes stung and my face caught fire. I couldn’t look at him
as I took the bottle and poured some shampoo into a shaky hand. He
washed himself quickly then stood with his arms crossed over his wide
chest as I lathered my hair and rinsed off under the spray.
“Again,” he demanded. I bit my lip to keep from telling him to fuck off and did as I was told.
When
the last suds swirled down the drain, the boss was silent as he reached
around me and cut off the water. He carefully folded the washcloth,
laid it on the edge of the sink, and stepped out of the shower
enclosure. He handed me a towel, and picked one up for himself. I tried
not to watch as he rubbed the fluffy white cloth over all of those tan
muscles, but it was futile. Staring, I was mesmerized by the sight as
the boss wrapped the towel around his waist and shucked his wet briefs
from underneath. I gulped, knowing he was now naked beneath the soft
terrycloth, a mere foot away.
When
the silence became uncomfortable, I clutched my own towel to my chest,
dug up what little courage I had left, and turned to face him with a
huff. “We showered together and I don’t even know your name.”
He
quirked that damn eyebrow again and smiled, white teeth gleaming in the
middle of his dark designer stubble. If I didn’t know he was a widely
feared drug lord and a pushy, high-handed, scary motherfucker, I’d find
his expression almost charming.
“Boss.”
“I know you’re The Boss, I want to know your name.”
“My name is
Boss,” he repeated. “Or Boss Man. Either one works.” As if he didn’t
have a care in the world, as if forcing unwilling women into a shower
were an everyday occurrence, he shrugged and brushed a hand through his
wet hair.
I
rolled my eyes. “Fine, don’t tell me.” This guy was so damn
frustrating. He shot me up with H, dumped me in the shower, humiliated
me, washed me, but wouldn’t tell me his name. Whatever. I turned my back to him.
Big mistake.
Two
large hands wrapped around my shoulders, and I was jerked back against
his body once more. Both of us were currently clad only in towels, his
slung low around his waist and mine tucked under my armpits. There
wasn’t as much skin-on-skin contact as in the shower, but this felt much
more intimate. Slowly, Boss spun me around to face him, and I had to
muffle a frightened cry. His blue eyes were narrowed to slits, nostrils
flaring. The transformation from playful to furious was immediate and
absolutely terrifying. For the first time since I’d showed up on his
lawn, I was truly, without a doubt, scared shitless.
This
man, the one in front of me—so different from the man who laughed in
the shower—is what I expected from the drug lord I heard rumors about.
Horrible rumors of unspeakable acts of violence. A ruthless man to be
respected and feared.
Boss
pressed the length of his half-naked body against me, and growled,
teeth glinting behind curled lips. “That’s the second time you turned
your back on me after mouthing off. I’m only going to say this once
more, Miri, so listen carefully.” He lowered his head and his breath
ghosted across my neck. I shuddered and a whimper escaped my throat, the
result of a horrifying combination of lust and fear. “You are my guest. You snuck onto my property and you’re goddamn lucky I didn’t let Milo shoot you on sight. No, I saved
you, took your ass in, gave you your fucking heroin, and washed a
couple weeks’ worth of filth and scum off of you using my very expensive
body wash that, incidentally, I never share with anyone. I expect you
to be grateful for my hospitality and treat me with some goddamn
motherfucking respect, got it?” His hands tightened around my arms
incrementally as he spoke. His message was quite clear as his touch
became more and more painful. I knew his thick fingers would leave
bruises on my pale, fragile skin.
Legs shaking, I nearly pissed myself when faced with the lethal side of this man.
“I
want to hear you say you understand, Miri.” Boss let go and stepped
back until his eyes bored holes into me from beneath heavy brows.
Filled
with terror, my heart pounded and my breath caught in my lungs,
rendering me speechless. His eyes narrowed, not happy with my silence.
Somehow, I managed to choke out two words.
“I-I understand.”
BOOK TRAILER
Review by Gia:
Junkie is a great gritty story. Miri wasn't always a junkie but that's where she finds herself. She looking for her next fix and ends up at the house of the drug boss of Austin. Boss is cold and emotionless and a bit of a clean freak. He is surprised and upset to find Miri is his yard. Boss has a pass. Something in Miri pulls on his past and makes him want to take care of her. Boss and Miri have chemistry and an odd type of relationship. I feel like Boss and Miri have many layers and we are just at the beginning of those layers.
I really enjoyed reading it. I was hooked on the story. I still have a lot of question and holes that I hope are answered and filled in the nest one. The ending definitely has me waiting for more.
4 Amazeballs Stars!!
Meet Heather C. Leigh
Heather
C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling Famous series. She
likes to write about the 'dark' side of fame. The part that the public
doesn't get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how
that affects relationships.
Heather
was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta,
GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.
She
loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white
chocolate, everyone knows it's not real chocolate so it doesn't count)
and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck
into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys
beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.
My favorite authors are Dan Wells, Ken Follett, and Stephen King.
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