Due for release before Christmas. Finding Justine – Libertine.
The third novel in
my human trafficking series, and a departure from the previous books.
Take a journey into
the mind of a psychopath, a man of immeasurable wealth, and depravity
without limit. A disciple of the Marquis de Sade; Marcus de
Silverleigh searches the globe for his perfect woman. A woman to
match Sade's Justine, the unfortunate heroine of his most acclaimed
book. A woman bound into a life of extremes, of depravity,
humiliation, torture.... and submission.
Is Marcus insane? Or
is he simply calculating?
Can his Justine
survive her ordeal? Can she accept her conditioning, her submission
to his will, or is she a fictional as the character that she is
forced to play... does she even exist?
Do not expect a
light-hearted read when you begin Finding Justine. Be warned, this is
a dark work, and although not erotica, it does handle aspects of
extreme sexual slavery, sadism, cruelty, torture and masochism.
Investigate the minds of the depraved, explore their motivation,
their justifications, their delights, their remorse... their
damnation.
This book contains
adult language and describes scenes and scenarios that some sensitive
readers may find offensive. However, this is not a work of erotica,
more a dark and disturbing thriller.
Due for release within the next week to 10 days on iTunes and Lulu, but may take longer to appear on Amazon, B&N, Kobo etc.
Prologue
Justine stared at droplets of ruby blood, her mind
disconnected from fact. It looks quite
pretty, she thought as an irrational
smile formed on her split and swollen lips, like
a cross shape! A Crucifix.
Her mind, as always, sought an avenue of escape as
her body screamed for mercy and relief. Her spilled and dripping
blood gave her consciousness focus - a point of attention to distract
from reality. The immediate reality of pain and abuse, of torture and
humiliation; and the long accepted reality of the forced servitude
and depravity that had become her life.
The droplets began to blur as she lost focus, a
fact that saddened her. Probably a
concussion, the analytical portion of
her brain kicked in, feeding fact and understanding that she found
unnecessary, given her now clear understanding that the end had
arrived. It would have been nicer to
have left with the pretty cross in my mind,
she thought, and closed her eyes, anticipating the final blow. Prayer
had long since departed from her existence, but the bloody crucifix
had given her heavy heart some small comfort. A sinister chuckle
broke her silent acceptance, her ultimate serenity shattered.
If he could have just done it without laughing,
she thought as she squeezed her eyelids tighter, the image of a
sacred cross violently replaced by the sadistic smile of her abuser.
She didn't need to open her eyes to understand the look upon his
face, the twisted and cruel smile, the cold and calculating blue
eyes, sometimes soft and warm; now, intense, loaded with hate and
finality.
“You have had sufficient time to make your
peace.” his chuckle returned, almost gentle now, yet loaded with
menace.
“Goodbye, my love.” she whispered as a tear
broke free to track through heavy mascara. “I'm sorry Adam.”
Stars burst flaring bright, searing through her
closed eyelids. Her clenched jaw strained, her teeth grinding under
the force of his blow. Pain upon pain ricocheted through her tortured
mind, sickness bloomed, nausea and despair engulfed. Darkness
enveloped her mind, as nothingness
robbed her
thoughts
of entity. Her body sagged; and muscle control deserting she slumped
forward, face down onto unyielding concrete. Justine forced her eyes
to open, the vision of a cross reappeared, but swiftly faded, now
darkness reigned, her vision lost to the nihility of death.
