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Dark Bishop is a serial series and will
have 5 parts. Each part will be released approximately 2 weeks apart and at
only 99 cents each. Part 1: Pawn will release on Monday, April 29, 2015, and is now available for pre-order.
Pre-order Links
A few facts:
The tag line for the first book is
"He's never lost a game..."
It's dual perspective so you get to live what each of the main characters live.
It's different than anything either of us has written so far. It's dark and twisted, in a good way, and will keep you guessing at every turn.
It's dual perspective so you get to live what each of the main characters live.
It's different than anything either of us has written so far. It's dark and twisted, in a good way, and will keep you guessing at every turn.
Check out the trailer here.
A dangerous game has begun….
“Sydney, order up for table two!”
“Sydney, order up for table two!”
Who knew the road to Hollywood would be so
glamorous. I’ve been working in this diner for months. My feet hurt. My arms
ache. But slowly, I’m putting money away. I’ll get to California. I refuse to
wind up like my mother.
Head down. Work hard. Save money. It’s all
going according to plan, until Jake Bishop walks into the diner…
In his game, everyone’s a pawn…
“Can I get you anything else, gentlemen?” she asked with a smile.
In his game, everyone’s a pawn…
“Can I get you anything else, gentlemen?” she asked with a smile.
I had to touch her. I had to have her. Girls
like Sydney are rare. And I will make her mine—whatever the cost. No one will
get in my way.
…and he’s never lost a game.
…and he’s never lost a game.
Excerpt from Part One: Pawn
Sydney. Her skin felt as soft as it looked. I shouldn’t have
touched her, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been to New Orleans dozens upon
dozens of times. It’s a unique city, filled with tourists and superstition. And
until tonight, I’d never been superstitious.
An old fortuneteller freak stopped me on my way to the shit-hole
diner and said I would make a decision that would change my path. She didn’t
know that I’d walked the path to this very restaurant before. It had been a few
years.
Who knew that the decision to return would be blessed with a
beauty—five foot six with curves in all the right mouth-watering places.
Clothed in cheap polyester, stained with God knows what, Sydney was a fucking
vision.
Blonde hair to her waist. Big brown doe eyes. Tits that were
way more than a fucking mouth full. I could almost taste her.
I didn’t miss the rumble of her stomach when I asked her to
dine with us. She was hungry. Something that flashed in those eyes told me it
wasn’t because she just skipped lunch today. Maybe I could meet some of her
needs. Fuck that. I could definitely meet all of her needs, but it was up to
her to let me. So, I left her my business card, my number.
Girls like Sydney. They’re afraid. They never make the first
move. Most never even make the second. I doubted she would call. I’d tipped her
well, not because she was the best waitress I’d ever had, not even because she
was within my sites. I tipped her so that when I came back to the diner, she
would remember me. She would want to serve me.
And, oh, would she ever serve
me. I just had to play my cards right.
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