BESTSELLING & AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR SELENA KITT
OVER A MILLION BOOKS SOLD
Midwife Anne gets pulled over in the middle of the night on Cherry Hill Road. She's on her way to a birth, but her urgency doesn't sway the unsympathetic officer. When the cop discovers something suspicious on Anne's driving record and insists she get out of the car, she knows she's in real trouble. When he cuffs her and bends her over the hood, things go beyond trouble...
But the surprising outcome of this tale gives both Anne and the reader a jolt they never could have anticipated...
Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, nonconsensual sex and an ending that will make you think twice about driving down dark rural roads at night.
EXCERPT:
"Do you want to be arrested?" He grabbed my shoulders and propelled me toward the front of my car. I screamed, I couldn't help it, panicking. I stumbled over my sandals and they came off as he grabbed my arms, twisting them behind me as he bent me over the hood.
"Please," I pleaded, real tears coming now. "Please don't do this--"
I heard the handcuffs before I felt them clicking around my wrists. I groaned, pressing my flushed, wet cheek to the hood of the car.
"If I arrest you..." His hands slid under my dress again, moving it up over my ass. The air was cool against my skin. "It's four points and a thousand dollar fine for driving with a suspended license. That's not including the three hundred dollars it will take to bail you out of jail."
I gasped, half at his words, half at his fingers probing between my legs.
We didn't have thirteen hundred dollars. We obviously don't even have sixty to pay the speeding ticket in the first place, or I wouldn't be in this position, would I? I thought, wincing as his fingers searched and groped my flesh.
"Are you going to arrest me?" I looked toward his car. I couldn't see it from this angle, where I was laid out on the hood, but the flashing lights continued, giving a red cast to everything. At this point, I was thinking a night in jail wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"I'd rather fuck you." His fingers were inside of me now, pushing in and sliding out. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to scream or cry.
"Do... do I have a choice?" I gasped as he spread my legs wider.
"Not really." He used his fingers to open my lips. I did cry then, silently, feeling his hand rubbing roughly between my legs. I knew it wouldn't matter if I screamed or struggled--there was no one out here but us.
"Don't move," he cautioned, and I felt the weight of him move off of me and heard the sound of his boots on the gravel again. I twisted, trying to see, but couldn't.
"I'm not going far," he assured me, and then I felt his breath against my thighs, his palms spreading open my ass.
OVER A MILLION BOOKS SOLD
Midwife Anne gets pulled over in the middle of the night on Cherry Hill Road. She's on her way to a birth, but her urgency doesn't sway the unsympathetic officer. When the cop discovers something suspicious on Anne's driving record and insists she get out of the car, she knows she's in real trouble. When he cuffs her and bends her over the hood, things go beyond trouble...
But the surprising outcome of this tale gives both Anne and the reader a jolt they never could have anticipated...
Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, nonconsensual sex and an ending that will make you think twice about driving down dark rural roads at night.
EXCERPT:
"Do you want to be arrested?" He grabbed my shoulders and propelled me toward the front of my car. I screamed, I couldn't help it, panicking. I stumbled over my sandals and they came off as he grabbed my arms, twisting them behind me as he bent me over the hood.
"Please," I pleaded, real tears coming now. "Please don't do this--"
I heard the handcuffs before I felt them clicking around my wrists. I groaned, pressing my flushed, wet cheek to the hood of the car.
"If I arrest you..." His hands slid under my dress again, moving it up over my ass. The air was cool against my skin. "It's four points and a thousand dollar fine for driving with a suspended license. That's not including the three hundred dollars it will take to bail you out of jail."
I gasped, half at his words, half at his fingers probing between my legs.
We didn't have thirteen hundred dollars. We obviously don't even have sixty to pay the speeding ticket in the first place, or I wouldn't be in this position, would I? I thought, wincing as his fingers searched and groped my flesh.
"Are you going to arrest me?" I looked toward his car. I couldn't see it from this angle, where I was laid out on the hood, but the flashing lights continued, giving a red cast to everything. At this point, I was thinking a night in jail wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"I'd rather fuck you." His fingers were inside of me now, pushing in and sliding out. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to scream or cry.
"Do... do I have a choice?" I gasped as he spread my legs wider.
"Not really." He used his fingers to open my lips. I did cry then, silently, feeling his hand rubbing roughly between my legs. I knew it wouldn't matter if I screamed or struggled--there was no one out here but us.
"Don't move," he cautioned, and I felt the weight of him move off of me and heard the sound of his boots on the gravel again. I twisted, trying to see, but couldn't.
"I'm not going far," he assured me, and then I felt his breath against my thighs, his palms spreading open my ass.
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