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BLUE BLOODED
A Benediction Novel (Part 2)
Shelly Bell
Releasing Oct 13th, 2015
Avon Books
In
the next sexy and suspenseful Benediction novel, an investigative reporter and
an ex-soldier witness a murder outside of an exclusive sex club and while on
the run, uncover a deadly conspiracy that begins with mobsters and corrupt FBI
agents... and ends on Capitol Hill.
A woman who refuses to be tied
down...
Investigative reporter Rachel Dawson
is always looking for her next big story. While working on a feature about
BDSM, she lands a one-night, no-holds-barred pass into the exclusive sex club,
Benediction. Rachel doesn't have a deviant bone in her body—or so she
thought—until the infuriating, ex-soldier Logan Bradford convinces her to try
rope bondage under his capable hands. But a steamy night turns deadly when
Rachel and Logan witness a gruesome murder.
A Dom who's determined to bind her
to him...
Framed for a crime they didn't
commit and hunted by corrupt FBI agents, they flee. As Rachel and Logan search
for evidence to clear their names, the attraction they've been fighting ignites
into fiery passion. Love is the last thing Rachel wants, but night by night, as
Logan binds her body, he unravels the knots around her heart. And when they
uncover a shocking political conspiracy, Rachel will stop at nothing to reveal
the truth…and it just might kill her.
Puffing on his Cuban
cigar, the Senator reclined in his chair, a tumbler of scotch on the rocks in front
of him. He stared down the two men sitting on the other side of his desk,
daring them to repeat the words that had just been uttered.
Sweating
profusely, FBI Agent Seymour Fink tugged on his tie, his Adam’s apple bobbing
above the buttoned collar of his shirt.
For a
moment, the Senator considered retrieving his gun from his desk drawer and
shooting the agent in the head, but he couldn’t risk getting blood or splatters
of brain matter on his tuxedo. After all, he had an important dinner to attend
in an hour and didn’t want to disappoint his wife.
He
downed the rest of his drink and then shook the ice in the glass the way he’d
like to shake the mobster who was fucking with him. “Tell me what you’re going
to do to fix the problem,” he said calmly, unwilling to allow this minor bump
in the road to waylay his plans.
There
were only a few problems in the world money couldn’t solve, and this was not
one of them. His men were loyal to him because he paid them to be loyal. They
believed in his cause because he paid them to believe in his cause. The whole
goddamned US of A was manipulated by money, making it possible for great men
like him to become even wealthier.
But he
was different because unlike most men, he cared more for this country than he
did money.
“Do,
sir?” Using the sleeve of his suit jacket, Agent Fink wiped the sweat from his
brow, cigar smoke circling around his head like a boa constrictor. “I’m not
certain we should do—”
“You
listen to me, you little prick. There is nothing that will stand in my way.”
The Senator hurled his tumbler against the wall above the fireplace, shattering
the glass into a million tiny pieces. “Do you understand me? I’ve got your
balls in a vise underneath my blade, so let’s try this again. What are you
going to do to fix the problem?”
These
agents had been instrumental in helping him to get the charges against Anthony
Rinaldi dropped in exchange for the mobster’s valuable foreign contacts. A few
months ago, the FBI had arrested Rinaldi for the extortion and kidnapping of
Danielle Walker and, in the process, had discovered the bodies of thirteen
young women buried on his property. But thanks to Agent Richard Evans and Fink,
vital evidence had disappeared from the FBI’s possession, helping the judge in
the case, a man all too easy to blackmail due to his expensive cocaine habit,
to render his decision in dropping the charges. In exchange, Rinaldi had
brokered a deal with a Congo mafia leader, and an item found exclusively in the
Congo region was about to arrive in the United States. Now that the ship had
sailed and all the components were successfully in place, Rinaldi’s usefulness
had come to an end.
Seymour
swallowed convulsively. “No one was supposed to get hurt.”
“Don’t
pull that bullshit now. You knew when I approached you that lives would be lost
for the greater good,” the Senator said. He handed off his cigar and nodded to
the other agent, a bruiser of a man whom he’d chosen not only for his twenty
years of service to this country but for his lack of empathy. Agent Richard
Evans understood the risks involved in his job, the three bullets he’d taken in
the chest a testament to that fact.
Evans
pinched the fat cigar between his fingers and, in a flash, locked his partner’s
head under his arm, pinning Fink’s hands to the table and singeing the top of
one with the foot of the cigar. Fink screamed, his smaller body thrashing
wildly as he fruitlessly tried to escape from his partner and the pain he was
inflicting.
The
acrid scent of burnt flesh overpowered the cigar’s sweet one, a smell he would
forever more attribute to power.
By the time Evans released him, Fink’s skin had turned
pasty white, his shirt completely drenched from his sweat. He breathed heavily,
nodding. “Consider the problem solved, sir. By this time tomorrow night,
Rinaldi will be dead.”
The Senator leaned back in his chair and smiled.
God bless the USA.
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A
sucker for a happy ending, Shelly Bell writes sensual romance often with a bit of kink and
action-filled erotic thrillers with high-emotional stakes for her alpha heroes
and kick-ass heroines.
She began writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
She currently writes for Avon Red Impulse, Loose Id, and Soul Mate Publishing.
She began writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
She currently writes for Avon Red Impulse, Loose Id, and Soul Mate Publishing.
I'm very happy to present a short author interview. Totally exciting for me, because it's my first one. A very special thanks to Ms. Bell for playing along!
What
type of music motivates you when you write?
I usually figure out what music the
characters would listen to and listen to it on Spotify. For Logan Bradford in
Blue Blooded, it was classic rock like The Who, Rolling Stones, and Rush, while
Rachel Dawson preferred pop music from artists like Taylor Swift, Brittany
Spears, and Kelly Clarkson. But there are some days I write to the “Intense
Studying” channel on Spotify which is a collection of classical music.
Who
are some of your favorite authors?
It changes all the time but this
week I’d have to say, Jill Shalvis, Lorraine Heath, Sawyer Bennett, Abbi
Glines, and Christina Lauren.
Any
kind of food or drink that you crave when deep into your writing or plotting
your books?
I gave up caffeine, so now I like to
drink hot decaf tea and I also gave up snacking between meals. I have to say
it’s a good thing my husband does the cooking in our house or my kids would
starve.
Speaking
of, do you fly by the seat of your pants when you write or do you plot things
out?
I’m a huge plotter. I’m envious of
those writers who can do it without plotting everything out. I usually do a
chapter by chapter outline before I start. It’s become especially important now
that I write suspense.
I
know this is like asking a parent to name their favorite child but... who have
been your favorite characters that you've written about?
I have a special place in my heart
for Kate Martin from White Collared. I thought about her for a long time before
I wrote the book, so by the time I finished writing, it was like saying goodbye
to a friend. I’d love to write more for her.
Which
book was the easiest and which was the hardest, and why?
The easiest book was the first one I
ever published, A Year to Remember, since I had no idea how to write. I did it
for fun. Every book I write is harder than the previous one because I want to
write the best possible book and not disappoint my readers.
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