Depraved by Bella J Release Blitz
It’s an ugly thing.
you. Controls you. Dictates your every move.
to fight it, try to resist. But its stronger than you. It always wins.
first saw her, obsession took root inside me. Suddenly there was nothing else.
obsession left me no choice. I had to have her.
she will be mine.
the time when they arrived. The roar of engines sliced through the silence of
night and set my heart racing. My skin tingled, and heat spread through me like
they started coming around. He would come once a week, and always around
midnight. Three motorcycles would be parked in the dark out front, and I would
watch as he and two other men made their way to our front door.
and our designer label clothing. Even in the dark they looked mean and callous.
neatly. But him? He had longer hair. Dark—the same color as midnight—and it
settled just below his shoulders. It was never styled, never neatly put in
place, but always disheveled. There was this thing he did with his hair after
taking off his helmet, pushing his fingers through the strands and pulling it
back. It was like he tried to make it seem more…chaotic. Messed up. Perfect.
bigger than the other two. Long body, broad shoulders, denim jeans clinging to
thick thighs. During the last year, I had committed every inch of his frame to
memory. Thinking about him. Fantasizing…my stranger in the dark.
police commissioner’s reputation would be ruined if the public knew about his
ties with one of New York’s most notorious motorcycle gangs. I never could
figure out what kind of business my dad would have with these men. But while I
stared from my window at the man in the shadows, I didn’t really care. The way
my heart kept racing, my stomach filled with a kind of excitement I’d never
felt before, I knew I had grown addicted to it. The thrill of watching him,
studying him…desiring him.
light that came from the porch, I could make out the contour of his face and
the shadow of his beard. But everything about him screamed business.
Determination. Danger. Every step he took was calculated, confident, and
undeniably dominant. He was the alpha, the leader—even I could see that.
wait by the window with so much expectation from the prospect of catching
another glimpse of him, because this was the exciting part. The part where he
left. It was the part I loved the most.
well-manicured lawn and cobble walkway. I would lean to the side of the window,
my heart thumping erratically inside my chest…waiting…anticipating.
was, a member of the American Street Kings—a wicked skull with the American
flag proudly displayed on the leather. It was beautiful and threatening at the
out of my throat. My stomach would turn into a thousand knots within a split
second as I watched him throw his cigarette to the ground, pressing on the
little yellow coal with his boot. He would turn his head, glancing over his
shoulder in my direction. Then, finally, the moment I had been waiting for ever
since I heard the roar of their motorcycles coming down our driveway.
hard, equal parts excitement and fear running rampant inside me, but I refused
to look away because it was all there. It was there, in his eyes. I could see
it all the way from the second floor. The promise. The vow…the warning.
from Cape Town, South Africa, Bella J lives for the days when she’s able to
retreat to her writer’s cave where she can get lost in her little pretend world
of romance, love, and insanely hot bad boys.Bella J is a Hybrid Author with both Self-Published and Traditional Published
work. Even though her novels range from drama, to comedy, to suspense, it’s the
dark, twisted side of romance she loves the most.