Is she a pretty spy, or a seductive assassin who’ll murder him in his bed?
With nothing to show for his efforts to find Men of Earth—which will win him New City for his people—Mayhem switches tactics. He holds pair auctions, confident the enemy will jump at the chance to slip a spy in among the throng of hopefuls. It’s a sound strategy, but he’s bored as hell. He’s a hunter, doesn’t wait for prey to come to him. Then he spots a supple, grey-eyed woman in the latest batch of eager females. When their eyes meet, every hunting instinct in his body goes on alert.
Caught killing one of the Men of Earth for assaulting an innocent girl, Reagan is given a desperate mission. Sell herself to a Beast, and embed as a spy. In exchange, her fellow circus performers—including the man who raised her—will go free. Fail, and they will die.
Mayhem’s mouth waters at the prospect of playing cat and mouse with his pretty prey. But with every taste of her earthy delights, this little sprite is becoming something completely new to him—irresistible. Has he found his mate? Or is he in danger of falling for the oldest tactic in the book?
Today is February 11, 2017 - For now, I can say, I'm having way too much fun writing the alpha male asshole character. When he falls, it's soooo worth it. My favorite scene is the one when it all hits him and he realizes what happened. Gives him a bit of a perspective since he's a pompous prick.
The heroine? Reagan kicks ass. She makes the best of her situation. Capable, lovable, and totally an anti-heroine.
The book? There's a dark side but not as serious as with WBM. There are also hearts and flowers and kilts and anal and more information on the beasts.
The plot? Yes there's a side plot.
The length? So far looking like a bit over 42,000 words.
Today is June 14, 2017 I'd written a whole bunch of scenes that didn't make the final cut. Went looking for them, couldn't find them. So I'm gonna type it up here from memory. Hope to do it justice. Here is Mayhem at the END OF SENT. * no spoilers *
Books. Whole bunch of books sat on my desk. Man, these humans found shit to with their trees. I wondered if they used to wipe their asses with paper made of trees then cry how their environment was dying. At least books helped the brains not the ass-not that there was anything wrong with ass. I love ass.
Reagan was looking to read fairy tales. I found none in the piles of books Vice had given me to decorate my office. I spun my chair towards the wall and dialed him.
"Mayhem," he said in a way of greeting.
I wanted to throw a book at his head. Instead, I smiled. "Listen, I need some help."
"I'm looking for fairy tales for my kids."
"You do not have kids."
"I know that." He stared at me, looked kind of like my new dog when I tried to speak with it. "Do you have fairy tales or not?" I asked.
"I have Rapunzel."
"Great. Excellent. What's it about?"
Vice grinned. "It's about a girl who got locked up in a tower, let some dude climb up her window, bang her for nights on end until she got pregnant. When the evil witch found out, she freaked out, threw the kid down the tower and he went blind." Vice paused.
I stared at him. "And?"
"She delivered twins somewhere in the desert while looking for the baby daddy. They found each other and lived happily ever after. Oh and get a load of this. They say she was eighteen but I think more like fourteen."
What the fuck? "They read this to their kids?"
"That's what I said! Dewlyn calls it romance."
No wonder this world went crazy.