I thought I’d share a little tidbit from Desire’s Redemption for all of you impatiently waiting on this book. I know it takes me forever to finish a novel, but it’s going to be so worth the wait…I promise. So, here’s a little treat to tide you over until the next little nugget is posted. Much love XOXO.
K. J. Coakley
I feel sorry for women that have never had a man fuck them senseless. I mean, it’s not like it’s the end of the world or anything. Or wait…yes, it fucking is. To be fucked, truly fucked, it’s the greatest high ever. It’s like soaring on a silken wave through the sultry depths of orgasmic bliss.
If you’ve never experienced a mind numbing release, then you have my deepest sympathies. Every woman should have a lover that can take them to the ultimate peak of sensual pleasure and then watch them plummet right over the cliffs edge—you forget everything, but the moment and the heightened sense of awakening a good orgasm brings about.
You see, I love fucking. But sex was what got me into the mess I’m in. As much pleasure as it once brought me, I now find myself hopelessly addicted to it’s dark alter ego…Pain. I crave it. Desire it. Need it like it’s my next fix, and this is coming from someone who used for several years.
Nothing gets me off as hard as having his hands wrapped firmly around my throat—Choking the life from me—Giving the power of life and death over to someone else—Someone I thought I could trust.
But trust is a fickle bitch and she screwed me harder than any man ever did. So, you wanted the full story…my story.
Here it is.
My name is Leah London and on this night, I’ll breathe my last breath. Shed my last tear. Experience more pain than I ever desired. Because tonight…he’ll finally kill me.