Publication Date: August 17, 2015
An escape plan foiled….
A determined woman….
One last tiny sliver of hope….
Jack will find me.
The Fed wants answers. And Caroline is determined not to provide them. They pull out all the stops, testing her sanity, testing her strength, testing her humanity.
Jack will find me.
Subject to cruel and merciless treatment at the hands of a government she once trusted, Caroline clings to her sole lifeline, her only chance at maintaining her tenuous hold on reality: her memories of her husband, Jack, her children, Marguerite and Sophie, and the friends who mean the world to her.
Jack will find me.
But what happens when hope starts to fade? How long until her interrogators cross over into the unspeakable sadism she fears ? How long before she finally breaks apart?
Part Two of a Six Part Saga. Conscience (approximately 115,000 words) is not a standalone and must be read after the first book in the Bellator Saga, Dissident. All books in the series end in a cliffhanger. For readers 18+. This book contains adult situations including graphic violence, explicit (consensual) sex and light BDSM, psychological and physical trauma, and an oftentimes raw, dark, and gritty plot.
Part Two of a Six Part Saga. Conscience (approximately 115,000 words) is not a standalone and must be read after the first book in the Bellator Saga, Dissident. All books in the series end in a cliffhanger. For readers 18+. This book contains adult situations including graphic violence, explicit (consensual) sex and light BDSM, psychological and physical trauma, and an oftentimes raw, dark, and gritty plot.
Caroline took a minute to chat with the limo driver while Jack was trapped on a phone call with Greg. He hated being in the car with her when he hashed out campaign events, particularly when difficult topics were being discussed. Most of his discussions with his campaign manager seemed to involve negative press coverage. Greg couldn’t look her in the eye ever since he’d thoroughly examined (as Jack had put it) the footage from the hotel in Pittsburgh. Caroline had the sinking feeling that Greg now pictured her naked every time he saw her. She had yet to share this theory with Jack.
Her husband slid his phone into his jacket pocket and motioned for the driver to open the door. “Let’s go.”
She climbed into the back seat as delicately as possible. “Is everything okay?”
His voice was clipped. “Fine.”
Jack sat down beside her, loosening his tie. His good mood teetered on the edge. One phone call and her passionate speech to the press had been forgotten. She needed to get him to lighten up, and quickly. The security screen slid up as they pulled away from the hotel.
“What’s that for?” He gestured at the screen.
Caroline brushed back his hair and smiled at him. “Told the driver to take the long way home.”
He cleared his throat. “Why?”
Her smile grew wider. “Have you ever seen No Way Out?”
Jack slid a finger under his shirt collar. “Uh, a long time ago.”
She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. “Is that better?”
He let out a slow breath. “Yes.” Whatever had temporarily driven him to anger faded away, replaced by curiosity.
“That’s so cute that you’re nervous,” she said. “The King of Seduction, worried about what would happen if he banged his wife in a limo.”
“You caught me off guard, sweetheart.”
“I thought you needed to relax a little. You seemed so stressed out a minute ago.”
“That moment has passed,” Jack said.
Caroline let her fingers drift from button to button. She would take her time with this part. “While I’m doing this, why don’t you check and see what’s in my purse?”
Jack unzipped the small black bag, pulling out a pair of panties. “Are these-?”
“No, Jack.” She tried not to laugh. “They’re someone else’s.”
“Is this why you took so long in the bathroom before we left?”
“Kind of.”
He tucked the underwear into an interior jacket pocket. “You gave that impassioned, serious, downright self-righteous statement to those reporters while you weren’t wearing any panties?”
She batted his hands down when he tried to reach around and unzip her dress. “Yup.”
She slid a hand beneath his undershirt and raked her fingernails down his bare chest. Jack groaned. “Jesus, woman.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I do, I do. I just – you never cease to amaze me.”
Caroline lifted up the shirt and kissed his chest. “I like to keep you on your toes.”
“You were incredible with them. You know that, right?”
“I was just being myself.”
Jack kissed her. “You’re so much more than that. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He still seemed preoccupied. “What did Greg want to talk to you about?”
“My campaign manager took issue with my assessment of your statement.”
Caroline smiled. Though he was a fantastic operative, Greg got too hung up on the small stuff sometimes. “You know what I think of that. Fuck him.”
Jack laughed. “I couldn’t agree more.”
She let one hand drift down his stomach, toward his belt. She loved his suspenders but on some occasions the belt was much more practical. She unbuckled it slowly, never breaking eye contact with him. She didn’t need him to take off his pants for this, but there was something about an undone belt and a disheveled dress shirt. Especially on her husband. So fucking sexy.
She slid to her knees on the floor. “There are other things I can do that are just as incredible. Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do to you in the back of a limo?”
He groaned as she started teasing his legs with her fingers, inching her way up his thighs. “I can take a haphazard guess.”
Caroline laughed softly and unzipped his pants. “I bet you’d be right.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to-”
“I want to.” She nuzzled his abs with her nose. “You look so sexy in this tuxedo. You should really wear it more often.”
Jack gripped the edge of the backseat as she tongued the area around his belly button. “I may sleep in it from now on.”
“Sometimes I love fundraisers,” she whispered, taking him in her mouth. She finally started to feel the effects of the shots she’d done with Tom. Christine would be less than pleased. Not only had Jack and Caroline ditched out of her fundraiser early, but Caroline had done her best to get her husband liquored up.
Of course she had very little shyness left when it came to Jack and their sex life, but she didn’t worry nearly as much about what she did when she wasn’t entirely sober. She could feel Jack’s hands gently stroking her hair as he tried to maintain some amount of control. If she hadn’t been occupied, she would have laughed. She stopped to look up at him. “Still having second thoughts?”
He shook his head no. Good. She’d rendered him speechless. She teased the head of his cock for a few minutes before taking him in her mouth again.
“Good thing we’re not in an elevator right now,” Jack choked.
Caroline pulled away from him again. “No jokes. I want to be able to concentrate.”
“Sorry,” he said. “Please, go back to what you were doing.” He gripped the seat again as she took him deep. “Fuck.”
A stream of random obscenities tumbled from his mouth and he brought his hands to the back of Caroline’s head again, tugging on her hair. It stung a little but she found herself enjoying the pain, turned on by the sounds Jack made. She liked to think that she did things to him that no other woman had done, because he’d never had any complaints. His cock hit the back of her throat as he pulled her toward him, and she swallowed to keep from gagging, then drew back slowly and started in again.
“I love you, Caroline,” he groaned. “Holy – fucking – shit. Don’t stop, baby. Keep doing that.”
Jack wrapped his fingers in her hair, loosening her bobby pins. Caroline tried not to grin. She loved this. And he was distracted enough that maybe tonight would be the night when he’d finally let go, let her finish him off. She always wondered why he wouldn’t let her do that. Most of the time it wasn’t an issue since she ended up enjoying whatever ride he decided to take her on, but for once she wished…
She felt Jack tugging at her hair again, this time pulling her backward.
“On my lap,” he ordered. “Now.”
Caroline resisted his request, continuing to suck him while teasing his balls with her hands.
His hands were on her shoulders now. Every word took tremendous effort, which meant he was close. “Caroline, please. I want to be inside you.”
She pulled back, about to tell him that technically he’d just been inside her, but he yanked her up before she had a chance to speak.
Jack gazed at her with hooded eyes, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. “I want to take advantage of the fact that your undies are in my jacket,” he whispered. “Maybe I’ll leave them there for the next fundraiser, to give you something to think about.”
When he said shit like that, she couldn’t turn him down. She climbed quickly onto his lap. Her thighs were damp.
He smiled. “I see you’re excited about something.”
Caroline closed her eyes and sighed as he slid a finger inside her, then another. “Your voice does things to me.”
Jack chuckled softly, starting to tease her clit. “I’m happy that my response to what you were doing turned you on.” She leaned into his neck as he pulled his fingers out but continued to stroke her clit gently. He pressed the tip of his cock inside her. “Such a good girl,” he said.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Have you been good?”
She’d almost given him a complete goddamn blowjob in a moving vehicle. He could bet his sweet ass she’d been good. But it took too much effort to be cheeky. “Yes.”
“Damn right you have.” He held her hips steady and slammed into her, groaning loudly. He gripped the back of her head with one hand, the other at her waist, and thrust into her once. “So fucking good,” he murmured, fingering her clit again.
“Don’t stop,” Caroline whispered.
“I won’t,” Jack said, caressing her slowly until she cried out and came hard around his cock. “Good girl. That one belongs to me.”
That phrase. His voice. He killed her with both. He thrust up, shuddering as she rocked against him, until he bit her neck and shattered inside her.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, trying to catch his breath. “Meant to last longer.”
Caroline rested her head on his shoulder. Her legs were still shaking, and he didn’t strike her as being all that steady, either. “Don’t talk,” she whispered. “Enjoy the moment for once.”
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She once was important. Now she’s considered dangerous.
In a new America where almost no one can be trusted, Caroline lies unconscious in a government hospital as others decide her fate. She is a political dissident, wanted for questioning by a brutal regime that has come to power in a shockingly easy way. As she recovers from her injuries, all she has are her memories. And once she wakes up, they may not matter anymore.
Dissident is a blend of romantic suspense, contemporary romance, political thriller, and speculative fiction. Told mostly in flashback, it details the budding romantic relationship between our heroine, Caroline, and Jack, the silver fox playboy who tries to win her heart.
Part One of a Six Part Series. Each part is a full length novel between 60,000-120,000 words and ends in a cliffhanger. For readers 18+. This saga contains adult situations, including non-gratuitous violence, explicit (consensual) sex, psychological and physical trauma, and an oftentimes dark and gritty plot (particularly in part two).
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