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The Ride

(2010)
A Novella by

From bestselling and award-winning author Selena Kitt - Over a Million Books Sold!

Annabelle hitches a ride from a stranger in a small town, where every day is the same. She longs for adventure and is looking to get out to find it...but it turns out that, even in the backwoods, nothing is as it seems after all...

Note: This story originally appeared in the anthology Shivers

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex, and elements of erotic horror, including a twisted ending that will shock you to the core!


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EXCERPT:

"Look at me, Annabelle."

She opened her eyes. 

He was smiling that easy smile, but all of the life in him seemed to have been sucked up into his eyes and they were radiant with the light of a thousand shades of gold. Annabelle stood, transfixed. 

"Do you want your freedom?" he asked her. She couldn't stop staring into his eyes, the warm, swirling beauty of his eyes...

I never told him-my name-Inevertoldhimmyname

His hands stroked her hair and he was sucking her down into his eyes. It was impossible to look away from the warm, delicious relief in them. The voice in her head was strong now.

Do you want to...?

She was floating--her legs felt like water. She couldn't look away. She couldn't--

"What are you?" she whispered as he buried his hands in her hair, exposing her vulnerable throat, sweat trickling to disappear beneath her t-shirt. 

Do you want to die?

"Your freedom," he said, his teeth so white, still smiling as he leaned in to her. She was tingling all over wherever his hands touched her. It was so warm.

His mouth found hers, his teeth nibbling at the soft skin, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips. His hands roamed down her back, leaving that tingling trail of heat wherever he touched her. Annabelle craved more of it, wanted to feel his hands against her bare skin.