Title: Irrevocable
Author: Skye
Callahan
Genre: Dark Erotic
Romance
Release Date: July
14.2014
Synopsis
Sometimes when you can’t go back, the only
way out is to descend into the darkness.
my Captor
When I woke in that place, I just wanted to survive. But survival came at a cost, for which they demanded my will and body.
my Master
With pain came acceptance. Fully-dependent on the man who claimed me, I learned to appreciate what I had-life and relative safety.
my Protector
I watched him spill blood and tend my injuries. With betrayal came a revelation.
The only way out was to bring them all down or die trying.
Warning: This isn't your rainbows and love sonnets kind of romance. This story explores topics of abduction and slavery, and contains explicit scenes of dubious consent, graphic violence and sex.
my Captor
When I woke in that place, I just wanted to survive. But survival came at a cost, for which they demanded my will and body.
my Master
With pain came acceptance. Fully-dependent on the man who claimed me, I learned to appreciate what I had-life and relative safety.
my Protector
I watched him spill blood and tend my injuries. With betrayal came a revelation.
The only way out was to bring them all down or die trying.
Warning: This isn't your rainbows and love sonnets kind of romance. This story explores topics of abduction and slavery, and contains explicit scenes of dubious consent, graphic violence and sex.
About The
Author
Skye Callahan is an Ohio-girl who has
spent a lifetime chained to the imaginary worlds of the characters who
live in her head. Although it was her interest in paranormal that originally
inspired her to pick up the pen, she has recently followed her interest in
BDSM and dark romance to venture into other realms of fiction. She currently
lives with her husband and two ferrets, who keep her plenty busy when she’s not
writing or at the day job where she serves as a Jane-of-all-trades in a
non-profit business outreach center.
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Excerpt
Through the haze of sleep, I felt hands on me. Cold and
rough. I thought for a fleeting moment that it might have been Kyle.
Then, I remembered our break up.
It had happened weeks ago, but maybe that part was the
dream. My memory was fucked and I couldn’t latch onto a thought long enough to
ride it out of the fog.
Too many hands.
They groped and pulled—rough against my skin and digging
into muscle and bone. I tried to retreat, my back pressed into a hard surface
beneath me, and my nostrils filled with the smell of musk and damp stale air.
I had no idea where I was, or how I’d gotten there.
I kicked and gasped, trying to get back to the surface where
reality lurked, shimmering in the distance, but just out of reach, like the sun
on the surface of the water during a dive.
A hand latched onto my hair and held my head back. My
eyelids were finally freed from the sticky muck that held me in
semi-consciousness, and I opened them to find myself staring up into unfamiliar
green eyes.
I only held his gaze for a few seconds—if that—but it seemed
like it lasted for hours as my brain fought to categorize the details. Its
useless attempt to understand what was going on.
The man clutching my hair had vivid green eyes, but they may
as well have been black given the emotionless void they displayed. His hair was
shaggy, brown with a mix of grey, the same colors that stood out in his unkempt
stubble.
As if he needed any help looking rough.
He exhaled and his breath settled over my face, reeking of
booze and cigarettes. The smell made me queasy, but I didn’t have time to dwell
on that, as another set of hands tugged at my jeans.
My gaze traveled around the room, taking in the small crowd.
At least half a dozen men surrounded the table where they had me spread out
like a holiday feast. All dressed differently, from ragged tank tops to
well-fitting dark button-down shirts, but they all projected an air of
unchecked danger. Necks marked with tattoos, hands covered in callouses and
scars. Scruffy faces accented their sneers and smirks, as they stood above me
staring down with eyes starved of humanity and full of lust.
Apparently, they didn’t expect me to put up a fight, because
aside from the hand tangled in my hair, no one seemed concerned with keeping a
tight grip on me. Probably because they outnumbered me, and I assumed they
would have no problem beating the crap out of me as I struggled.
They’d downright enjoy it.
Unfortunately, I didn’t fully consider how that scenario
would play out. I bucked and managed to knee the one pulling on my waistband in
the face. He grunted, but I can’t imagine I inflicted as much pain as his retaliatory
blow to my ribs. I sucked in air and rolled, curling around the injury and
gasping for each painful breath as the sickening throb exacerbated my
confusion.
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