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August 28, 2017
Sweet Captivity
Hey Y'all!
I am SO excited to share Samantha and Andrés' dark romance with you soon! You can pre-order Sweet Captivity now and have it arrive on your e-reader at midnight, September 12. I can't wait!
I don’t like to be touched. I’m the hacker-geek-goddess of the FBI. When I’m hiding behind my screen, I’m a safe distance from everyone; isolated, powerful. No man has ever touched me, but when I’m captured by Colombian drug lord Andrés Moreno, I no longer have the right to refuse. He’s scarred and scary, and his cruel brother Cristian has tasked him with breaking me. I try to fight, but I can’t escape his strong arms and harsh discipline. He demands that I accept his touch, and my virgin body can’t help but respond to his masterful manipulations.
The longer I remain trapped with him, the more I come to suspect that I’m not the only captive in his brother’s home. Andrés’ scars go deeper than the wicked furrows carved into his flesh, his pain reflected in the dark demands he imposes upon me. His obsession is twisted and wrong, but maybe I’m twisted, too.
Do I want to be rescued from him? Or is he the one who truly needs saving?
Amazon http://amzn.to/2xqqVen
iBooks https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/swee...
Nook https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/swee...
Much Love,
Julia Sykes xxx
I am SO excited to share Samantha and Andrés' dark romance with you soon! You can pre-order Sweet Captivity now and have it arrive on your e-reader at midnight, September 12. I can't wait!
I don’t like to be touched. I’m the hacker-geek-goddess of the FBI. When I’m hiding behind my screen, I’m a safe distance from everyone; isolated, powerful. No man has ever touched me, but when I’m captured by Colombian drug lord Andrés Moreno, I no longer have the right to refuse. He’s scarred and scary, and his cruel brother Cristian has tasked him with breaking me. I try to fight, but I can’t escape his strong arms and harsh discipline. He demands that I accept his touch, and my virgin body can’t help but respond to his masterful manipulations.
The longer I remain trapped with him, the more I come to suspect that I’m not the only captive in his brother’s home. Andrés’ scars go deeper than the wicked furrows carved into his flesh, his pain reflected in the dark demands he imposes upon me. His obsession is twisted and wrong, but maybe I’m twisted, too.
Do I want to be rescued from him? Or is he the one who truly needs saving?
Amazon http://amzn.to/2xqqVen
iBooks https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/swee...
Nook https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/swee...
Much Love,
Julia Sykes xxx
June 24, 2014
Master (An Impossible Novel) Is Now Available!
Master is now available! You can get it on Amazon or Barnes & Noble. I am so excited to share this sexy story with y'all!
Much Love,
Julia xxx
Much Love,
Julia xxx
April 1, 2014
Mentor is Now Available!
Hi y'all!
The latest book in my Impossible Series, Mentor (An Impossible Novella) is now available! You can find it on the following sites:
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes & Noble
Smashwords
This is my darkest book yet. I hope you like it!
Much Love,
Julia xxx
The latest book in my Impossible Series, Mentor (An Impossible Novella) is now available! You can find it on the following sites:
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes & Noble
Smashwords
This is my darkest book yet. I hope you like it!
Much Love,
Julia xxx
March 18, 2014
Mentor (An Impossible Novella) Excerpt
Curious about Mentor (An Impossible Novella)? Well, it is certainly my darkest work yet, and it may not be loved by everyone who has enjoyed the Impossible series so far. Unlike my other stories, Mentor is NOT a romance. But when trapped in the dark, the blacker shades of lust can be confused for love.
Mentor is about the man we briefly met in Knight and know only as "The Mentor." It is set in his past, telling the story of his relationship with the first woman he ever abducted.
To give you a taste, here is the Prologue. This is from The Mentor's point of view, but the majority of the book is from Kathleen's POV.
***
Prologue
The Mentor
April 20, 1978
I slinked further into the shadows, concealing myself in the darker shades of the night. My hands trembled as I waited for my victim. The tremor came not from apprehension or hesitancy, but from anticipation. Soon the darkness within me would be released, the pressure siphoned off. She would take my darkness. I would impart it to her, inflict it upon her.
I would be able to breathe again.
Seeking to still my shaking, I immersed myself in the memory of the first and only time the enigmatic pressure within me had been released.
Screams. Blood. Death.
Power. Freedom. Absolution.
I realized now that I hadn’t really been alive before that. The dulling film of perpetual apathy that coated my psyche had dissipated as the light left my father’s eyes, his lifeblood spilling over my hands. The world became sharp, my senses impossibly heightened. It was the closest thing to human emotion I had ever experienced. The pleasure that flooded me was the nearest approximation I could imagine to what normal people called joy.
But now the memory of that hyper-awareness – that sensation of being alive – tormented me as much as it pleased me.
No sooner had I disposed of my father’s body than the sensation began to fade, and the dim monotony of my detached existence began to seep back into me. Now that I was aware of it, the dimness built, gathering slowly into darkness. My darkness.
It coiled within me, slithering through my veins and rendering my very pulse sluggish. It would overcome me, would consume me from the inside out, if it didn’t find release.
Killing again wasn’t an option. I might not have a formal education, but I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t going to leave a trail of bodies behind and risk being caught.
If I kept her with me, she could take my darkness regularly. I would allow it to consume her rather than me. I would break her, train her to like it. Otherwise my darkness would devour her completely, and I would have to find a new toy. I couldn’t risk drawing attention to myself by taking more than one woman.
Kathleen Marie White wasn’t special to me in any way. No one was special to me. I had chosen her because she was convenient and she suited my needs.
Like me, she practically lived at the Hesburgh Libraries at the University of Notre Dame. She had come here to study for the last four years, and even though I was a few years younger than she, I had been frequenting this place for much longer than that. I wasn’t a student, but I had always found solace at the library.
The desire to avoid my father, coupled with my disinterest in mundane human interactions, made it an ideal place for me to hide out. People couldn’t speak here. The pointless tedium of social pretentiousness was muffled within those walls.
As always, she was the last to leave the library on a Saturday night. The light of the streetlamp near the entrance caught the reddish facets of her dark hair, crowning her head with a crimson halo for the space of a moment.
My mind conjured up images of how I might draw that crimson shade from her body in other ways. Something unfamiliar stirred low in my gut in response, and my pulse jumped past its normal tempo.
Interesting.
I had intended to use sexual torment against her. Sex held little appeal for me; it would simply be a means to an end. But in that moment, I understood its allure. When used as a weapon, sex might be pleasurable. The sudden stiffening of my cock told me as much.
I clenched my fingers into hard fists, willing their increased trembling to stop.
Control.
Control yourself. Control the darkness.
Soon, I would control her, and the darkness would never rule me again. I would be alive. More than that, I would revel in the heady power I had experienced as my father’s life slipped away under my hands. She would give that to me daily.
She turned from locking the library doors, and I caught sight of her face. It was lovelier than I had realized. She wasn’t perfect by conventional standards, but the hint of a contented smile that played around the corners of her mouth gave off a sense of innocence that was undeniably appealing. Her deep green eyes were large, only further lending to that vision of purity.
When I had watched her over the last four years, her beauty had been obscured by unconscious nervous habits. Usually, a small furrow persisted between her brows as she bent over a book, and her full lips were thinned while she chewed at a pencil.
I had chosen her for that very reason. Drive and determination were evident in every line of her body as she studied furiously every day. She thought she could shape her own destiny if she just worked hard enough.
But her fate was no longer hers to govern. What she surely considered her greatest assets – her tenacity and intellect – were the very qualities which would lead to her ruination at my hands.
There would have been no satisfaction in breaking a weak woman. Kathleen Marie White was exactly what I needed.
No, it was more than that. More than need.
Want.
I wanted something. The realization was jarring, the sensation utterly new. My lips curled upward in a semblance of a smile, and my hand was rock steady as I reached into my pocket to retrieve the ether-soaked rag.
I would take what I wanted.
***
Well, that's all for now. I am so excited to share this story with y'all! Expected release date in early April.
Mentor is about the man we briefly met in Knight and know only as "The Mentor." It is set in his past, telling the story of his relationship with the first woman he ever abducted.
To give you a taste, here is the Prologue. This is from The Mentor's point of view, but the majority of the book is from Kathleen's POV.
***
Prologue
The Mentor
April 20, 1978
I slinked further into the shadows, concealing myself in the darker shades of the night. My hands trembled as I waited for my victim. The tremor came not from apprehension or hesitancy, but from anticipation. Soon the darkness within me would be released, the pressure siphoned off. She would take my darkness. I would impart it to her, inflict it upon her.
I would be able to breathe again.
Seeking to still my shaking, I immersed myself in the memory of the first and only time the enigmatic pressure within me had been released.
Screams. Blood. Death.
Power. Freedom. Absolution.
I realized now that I hadn’t really been alive before that. The dulling film of perpetual apathy that coated my psyche had dissipated as the light left my father’s eyes, his lifeblood spilling over my hands. The world became sharp, my senses impossibly heightened. It was the closest thing to human emotion I had ever experienced. The pleasure that flooded me was the nearest approximation I could imagine to what normal people called joy.
But now the memory of that hyper-awareness – that sensation of being alive – tormented me as much as it pleased me.
No sooner had I disposed of my father’s body than the sensation began to fade, and the dim monotony of my detached existence began to seep back into me. Now that I was aware of it, the dimness built, gathering slowly into darkness. My darkness.
It coiled within me, slithering through my veins and rendering my very pulse sluggish. It would overcome me, would consume me from the inside out, if it didn’t find release.
Killing again wasn’t an option. I might not have a formal education, but I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t going to leave a trail of bodies behind and risk being caught.
If I kept her with me, she could take my darkness regularly. I would allow it to consume her rather than me. I would break her, train her to like it. Otherwise my darkness would devour her completely, and I would have to find a new toy. I couldn’t risk drawing attention to myself by taking more than one woman.
Kathleen Marie White wasn’t special to me in any way. No one was special to me. I had chosen her because she was convenient and she suited my needs.
Like me, she practically lived at the Hesburgh Libraries at the University of Notre Dame. She had come here to study for the last four years, and even though I was a few years younger than she, I had been frequenting this place for much longer than that. I wasn’t a student, but I had always found solace at the library.
The desire to avoid my father, coupled with my disinterest in mundane human interactions, made it an ideal place for me to hide out. People couldn’t speak here. The pointless tedium of social pretentiousness was muffled within those walls.
As always, she was the last to leave the library on a Saturday night. The light of the streetlamp near the entrance caught the reddish facets of her dark hair, crowning her head with a crimson halo for the space of a moment.
My mind conjured up images of how I might draw that crimson shade from her body in other ways. Something unfamiliar stirred low in my gut in response, and my pulse jumped past its normal tempo.
Interesting.
I had intended to use sexual torment against her. Sex held little appeal for me; it would simply be a means to an end. But in that moment, I understood its allure. When used as a weapon, sex might be pleasurable. The sudden stiffening of my cock told me as much.
I clenched my fingers into hard fists, willing their increased trembling to stop.
Control.
Control yourself. Control the darkness.
Soon, I would control her, and the darkness would never rule me again. I would be alive. More than that, I would revel in the heady power I had experienced as my father’s life slipped away under my hands. She would give that to me daily.
She turned from locking the library doors, and I caught sight of her face. It was lovelier than I had realized. She wasn’t perfect by conventional standards, but the hint of a contented smile that played around the corners of her mouth gave off a sense of innocence that was undeniably appealing. Her deep green eyes were large, only further lending to that vision of purity.
When I had watched her over the last four years, her beauty had been obscured by unconscious nervous habits. Usually, a small furrow persisted between her brows as she bent over a book, and her full lips were thinned while she chewed at a pencil.
I had chosen her for that very reason. Drive and determination were evident in every line of her body as she studied furiously every day. She thought she could shape her own destiny if she just worked hard enough.
But her fate was no longer hers to govern. What she surely considered her greatest assets – her tenacity and intellect – were the very qualities which would lead to her ruination at my hands.
There would have been no satisfaction in breaking a weak woman. Kathleen Marie White was exactly what I needed.
No, it was more than that. More than need.
Want.
I wanted something. The realization was jarring, the sensation utterly new. My lips curled upward in a semblance of a smile, and my hand was rock steady as I reached into my pocket to retrieve the ether-soaked rag.
I would take what I wanted.
***
Well, that's all for now. I am so excited to share this story with y'all! Expected release date in early April.
January 13, 2014
The Novel Experience VIP Ticket Giveaway
I'm super excited to be attending The Novel Experience on March 28-30, 2014, and I'm giving away a FREE VIP Ticket! Find out more about the event and the giveaway on my blog.
Good Luck!
Julia xxx
Good Luck!
Julia xxx
December 19, 2013
I'm giving away a Kindle Fire!
Hey y'all! I'm running a holiday giveaway, which includes a Kindle Fire, a $20 Amazon gift card, and a signed copy of my new Impossible Novel, Knight! You can find out more about how to win on my website, or click here to enter.
Contest starts tonight (December 20th) at Midnight and runs through December 22nd.
Thanks so much for all of your support of the Impossible series in 2013! Happy Holidays!
Much Love,
Julia xxx
Contest starts tonight (December 20th) at Midnight and runs through December 22nd.
Thanks so much for all of your support of the Impossible series in 2013! Happy Holidays!
Much Love,
Julia xxx
December 12, 2013
In the Works: Rogue (An Impossible Novel)
Now that Knight has been released, I'm starting to write the next Impossible novel, Rogue. This is FBI agent Sharon Silverman's story, and it begins one month before the events that kick off Knight. When Sharon is assigned to a simple reconnaissance mission to scope out BDSM club Decadence for drug use, she is determined to prove herself to the mostly male-dominated New York unit of the FBI. In an attempt to score a bigger bust, she extends her assignment to uncover that the Latin Kings are using the club as a front for cocaine trafficking. She gets close to Decadence owner and Dominant Derek Carter, only to find that staying close to him physically while keeping her distance emotionally is more difficult than she ever imagined.
We briefly met Reed Miller in Knight, and he'll be back as Sharon's partner in Rogue. We'll get to know him better, and he'll get his own book in the future. Reed will be heavily involved in continuing the investigation that began in Knight, so questions that were left unanswered (How was the Bastard always one step ahead of the FBI? Who is the Mentor?) at the end of Lydia and Smith's story will be addressed.
We'll also get more Clayton and Smith in Rogue. They don't approve of Sharon's I-can-do-it-on-my-own attitude, and they don't approve of her closeness to Derek.
Sean and Claudia might even make an appearance :).
I am super excited to get to know Sharon and Derek better, and I can't wait to share this story with y'all!
Much Love,
Julia xxx
We briefly met Reed Miller in Knight, and he'll be back as Sharon's partner in Rogue. We'll get to know him better, and he'll get his own book in the future. Reed will be heavily involved in continuing the investigation that began in Knight, so questions that were left unanswered (How was the Bastard always one step ahead of the FBI? Who is the Mentor?) at the end of Lydia and Smith's story will be addressed.
We'll also get more Clayton and Smith in Rogue. They don't approve of Sharon's I-can-do-it-on-my-own attitude, and they don't approve of her closeness to Derek.
Sean and Claudia might even make an appearance :).
I am super excited to get to know Sharon and Derek better, and I can't wait to share this story with y'all!
Much Love,
Julia xxx
December 3, 2013
Impossible Series Sale!
Hi Readers!
To celebrate the release of Knight, I'm having a massive Impossible series sale! Today, Monster is FREE! Angel will be FREE Wednesday and Thursday. And Impossible: The Original Trilogy is on sale for $0.99! For newcomers to the series, I hope you like Sean and Claudia's story :).
Happy Reading!
Julia xxx
To celebrate the release of Knight, I'm having a massive Impossible series sale! Today, Monster is FREE! Angel will be FREE Wednesday and Thursday. And Impossible: The Original Trilogy is on sale for $0.99! For newcomers to the series, I hope you like Sean and Claudia's story :).
Happy Reading!
Julia xxx
November 29, 2013
Knight (An Impossible Novel) Now Available!
I am super excited to announce that Knight, the latest book in my Impossible series, is now available! You can find it on Amazon and at Barnes & Noble. I am so excited to share this dark, sexy story with y'all!
Much Love,
Julia xxx
Much Love,
Julia xxx
September 6, 2013
Angel (Impossible #1.5) Now Available!
Angel (A Companion to Monster) Impossible #1.5) is now available on Amazon! This is a re-telling of Monster (Impossible #1) from Sean Reynolds point of view. As a thank you to my wonderful readers who have supported the Impossible series, Angel will be FREE September 7-9!
Much Love,
Julia xxx
Much Love,
Julia xxx
