Alice Taylor

Wraped By Alicia Taylor & Natalie Townson ♥ Release Blitz

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Title: Warped – The Manipulation Trilogy Book Two
Authors: Alicia Taylor & Natalie Townson
Genre: Romantic Suspense.
 
Synopsis:
I won’t be caught off guard again. I won’t let them win. They played the first round and won. Now it’s time for me to even the score. Damon and Leona will pay for their twisted games. Leona is first.
His touch repulses me. 
His fake affection disgusts me. 
He sickens me.
I need to get my head in the game. I need to be smart and break their bond to more easily crush them. Damon is clever. He knows what he’s doing. He’s been playing the game long enough.
He’s twisted. 
I’m warped.
It’s time to finally end this. 
Time to finally win.
 
Excerpt:
“I need you,” I say as my hands glide over the planes of his chest, each muscle tightening under my palms.
“I know what you need, beauty,” he growls. 
Damon squeezes my arse before one of his hands slides down the back of my thigh. He grips the back of my knee and brings my leg up to hook around his hip. I cling to his shoulders and dig the heel of my foot into his firm arse cheek to steady myself.
His hard cock bobs against my stomach, making me desperate for him. Damon presses his chest to mine and claims my mouth in a hungry kiss. His tongue collides with mine, and they battle together.  
My blood heats to volcanic temperatures, my pussy clenching and dripping. I need him in me, filling me. Instead, Damon’s fingers make contact with my throbbing clit. He rubs around the hood in a soft circle before slipping down my wet folds to my entrance, where he slowly runs a fingertip around the outer rim before plunging two fingers inside. I cry out and my body clenches around his thick digits.
“You’re so fucking wet, Ella. Fuck, you unravel me, baby.”
Damon starts a steady rhythm with his fingers as he kisses down my neck. I throw my head back and moan as he nibbles at my pulse point. I don’t know what it is about his nibbles but they turn my insides to mush. Moans pour from me as he pulls his fingers out and rubs hard on my hooded pearl. 
My body trembles in his hold. Damon releases his grip on my arse to grip my hip, and walks me back a step, until my back presses against the cold, tiled shower wall. His assault on my pussy doesn’t stop. He alternates between finger fucking me and caressing my clit.
His other hand slips from my hip to my back, and slowly strokes up my spine. Goosebumps break out across my skin and I whimper. My nails dig into his neck as my orgasm builds, ready to break and make me float. 
“Damon,” I cry. I just need something more, it’s not enough. Damon seems to notice, and his hand leaves my back to grasp my hair. He tugs, pulling my head back, and my chin juts into the air. Damon’s lips travel up my neck to rest at the tip of my chin. 
His hand cups my pussy, his palm presses into my clit, his finger hooks in me. He hits my secret bundle of nerves, making me scream. Fuck, it feels so good.
 I grind into his palm as he closes his lips around my chin and gently bites, pulling my hair at the same time. A deep feral growl erupts from him, vibrating into me, tearing a moan from me. 
“Damon… oh fuck…. Damon… I’m gonna… ohhhh,” I pant out. 
My upper body erupts with chills as Damon pulls away from me slightly, only to latch on to my nipple, biting with enough sting to send me over the edge. I scream his name as wave after wave of pure bliss rolls through me.
 
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ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Alicia
Taylor
 
 

Alicia Taylor was born and raised in the
East Midlands town of Derby, England, where she lives with her family and mass
of animals – she’s a huge family and animal lover.
Writing powerful love stories and
creating Alpha males with a dash of darkness has become a passion of mine, and
I have many stories and characters swirling in my head that I can’t wait to
share with you all. Is it weird to have so many voices in my head? I’m not
crazy, I promise… maybe a little bit.
 
Connect with Alicia
Facebook profile | Facebook Fan page | twitter | BLOG | goodreads



Natalie Townson
 
 

Natalie Townson is 33, a mother of one
beautiful little boy and lives in Gloucester in the UK with her Husband.
Corrupted is her debut novel that is a book one of the manipulation trilogy,
that she co writes with Alicia Taylor. Warped is book two in the manipulation
series. She has had a love of reading since a young age and her favorite
authors are Sophie Kinsella, J.S.Scott, Melody Anne and Stephanie Meyer to name
a few.
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OTHER BOOKS IN THE TRILOGY
CORRUPTED – BOOK ONE
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Synopsis

I am going to marry a monster.
He is my everything.
He manipulates people for fun. He takes over their lives, consuming them. He dominates and crushes, ruling them, claiming their souls. No one can survive the games of Damon Hunt.
Before now. Before me.
I am Ella Knight. I am corrupted. My sister was a victim of Damon’s games.  It’s my turn to play now.
Damon Hunt has been my sole focus, my everything for three years, since my sister’s death. I’ll manipulate him. I’ll take over his life, consuming and crushing him. I am going to take away his soul. Damon Hunt will not survive my games. I will win.
I hope.
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PROLOGUE

February 12th 2014

I look down at Cory and feel
nothing; no joy at breaking him, no happiness at succeeding, and certainly no
sadness over lost love. I don’t really remember feelings nowadays. Love isn’t
real. It hurts people. It’s a word used too often without meaning. I have no
time for love. I am empty. A single vessel floating around a universe of
nothing. I have no reason to feel anymore. No real reason.
The weeping man before me
brings no emotions out in me. They never do, they’re just collateral damage.
They’re all the same – easy to please, easy to hurt, full of broken promises.
The world would be better off without men in it.
I didn’t need to ruin Cory.
I was ready when I left Scott. Cory just happened to catch my eye at the right
time. Or wrong time, depending on how you look at it. I want to laugh at his
pathetic display of weakness. Crying over a break up? Disgusting. Love sucks,
get over it already!
“You’re weak. Nothing but a
pathetic piece of shit.” I snarl.
“I don’t understand. Why?
What’s changed since this morning?” his eyes plead with me. This is the part I
like. Seeing how far I can push them. “Baby, I love you.”
“You think you love me after
three months?” I laugh and shake my head. “You were easy.”
“I do. You know I do. You
feel the same, you said you loved me. Why did you fuck him?” I can see the
doubt set in as he looks up at me. I smile. Stupid man.
“I’ve never loved you. It
was all a game. You were a game.” He sucks in a shocked gasp. “I saw you the
night before in the bar. You’d cheated on your girlfriend, but you were still
trying to make her feel bad for your actions. After you got caught. Like it was
her fault your dick slipped into the redhead. I had to have you then.”
I walk to him and crouch
down so we’re eye level. “It took one flash of leg to get your attention. One
smile to get a drink. Three days for you to say you were sorry for the first
time. By day eight you told me you loved me.” I tilt my head to the side to
look at the poor excuse of a man I’ve been shacked up with for the past three
months.
“Why are you doing this?” he
cries as his head drops forward, shoulders hutched over in defeat.
“Because I can.” I snap.
“You tried to manipulate a vulnerable woman. You used love to hurt her. I
couldn’t let you get away with that, you needed to feel the pain you caused
your ex.”
“So this has all been
revenge for Carol?” Cory asks in an incredulous voice.
“No. I’ve never spoken to
Carol before. This was about more than just your ex, Cory. It was about the man
you are. What you represent. I knew on day five that you would be the easiest.
A few words in your ear and you believed my words over a fourteen year
friendship. Never put hoes before bros, it’s a known fact. That friendship took
twelve days to break. Twelve days as opposed to fourteen years?” I laugh at his
stupidity, shaking my head. “Pathetic.”
“Tony didn’t?”
“Tony certainly did. Just
not the way I told you.” I’m ready to leave. I stand and move to collect my bag
from the kitchen table. “I never needed anything from you. I don’t need
anything from anyone.  All that money you’ve
given me, I didn’t need any of it. I just needed to see how hard you would try
to keep me.”
“Why?” realisation is
finally sinking in. He sounds broken. 
“Why? Why? Because I lost
everything. All because of a man like you.” I shout at him before calming my
voice. “Your dad never touched me, you know?” a sob tears from his throat, raw
pain. “Sure, he grabbed my arm and made those marks but only after I told him I
was using you. Good thing mummy dearest believed him.”
“You bitch.” he cries,
looking torn up. Yes, he’s too broken to even stand up to me. I walk to stand
in front of him.
“I am a bitch. I don’t feel.
I don’t love. I hate. I only hate. I hate you.” I grab a hand full of his brown
hair, squeezing it into a fist then pulling his head back so he’s looking at
me. “I would say it’s been fun but you’re the same as the rest of them. A
lying, cheating, lousy lay. Have fun trying to build bridges.” I push away from
him, stride to the door, and exit, leaving it to slam behind me.
I smile as the cold,
February air stings my face. The winter sun is shining bright. It’s deceiving.
Like me, beauty surrounded by nothing but bitterness. It takes nothing but a
smile to lure men in.
I use them.
I manipulate them.
I break them.
That’s the best part,
leaving them broken with nothing and no one left. I had everything taken away
from me because of one man. The Demon.
Damon Hunt.
Damon is a hunter. He preys
on innocent women. He breaks them, tears them apart until they have nothing
more left to give.
It’s time for the hunter to
be hunted.  

Author Bio’s

Alicia
Taylor is 28, lives in Derbyshire in the UK with her husband and two
step-daughters.
Corrupted
is her debut novel which she cowrites with Natalie Townson. This is book one in
the Manipulation Trilogy.
Her
love of reading led to blogging which led to this – dipping her toes in the
indie author pool.
 

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Natalie
Townson is 31, a mother of one beautiful little boy and lives in Gloucester in
the UK with her Husband.
Corrupted
is her debut novel that is a book one of the manipulation trilogy, that she co
writes with Alicia Taylor. She is currently working on book two of the series
which is nearly complete.

 

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