Ensnared (Brutes of Bristlebrook, #1)(129)
These arms are familiar though.
Slick horror makes me slacken, though I can’t back up. I escaped before—I don’t think I’m lucky enough to do it again. I look up, knowing who I’m going to see.
“Well, hello, sweetheart,” Sam croons. “I think it’s about time you came with me.”
Author’s Note
Okay, okay, but that was only an itsy bitsy teeny tiny cliffhanger. Just think how mad you would have been if I’d left you hanging on Lucky! I’m only a teensy bit of a sadist.
Guys, thank you so much for reading. It was such a big, huge, scary, fun, amazing, emotional thing to publish this book, and it makes me so teary happy to think of people enjoying these characters that I really do have an unhealthy obsession with at this point.
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Coming Soon
Out 11 August 2023!
Strap into your climbing gear and get a glimpse into the head of Jasper, the sexy sadist himself. When Lucky nearly gets himself killed in a stupid bet, Jasper decides that one very . . . spicy . . . lesson is in order.
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I mean, who doesn’t want to see six hearts shatter forever . . .
Acknowledgments
Oh boy, I’m too much of a sap to write these things. Already crying. Let me just pour another glass of red (that will definitely help, Becky, you genius).
Okay! I’m good, let’s do this. I’m going to go more or less in chronological order here, so first up, my sister, Nicky. Years ago, she read the first, crappiest draft of half of this book. She bounced ideas, gushed, did all the things. She breathed life and enthusiasm into this book, and it wouldn’t exist without her.
I’ll thank my fiancé now, because his was and is a continued effort. No, he still hasn’t read it. I think he’s scared. Honestly, I don’t think I could shock him more than I already have over our thirteen years together but here we are. Thank you for being a cheerleader, always. For listening to me gush and babble nonsensically at you about book things and book people and characters and ideas that I’m sure you have very little interest in. You make a good show of pretending, and I adore you for it.
Thanks for always waving that foam finger.
I’d thank my baby, but let’s be real, this book is here in spite of you, you adorable little time suck.
Brianna Bancroft, you deserve a podium, a trophy, and all the love. You were my first ever proper critique partner, and when I say this book wouldn’t be here without you, it’s not even the slightest exaggeration. Exchanging chapters with you was the only thing that kept my procrastinating, imposter syndroming ass in line. Your encouragement and support and squeeing kept me writing in a way that nothing ever has before and I am so, so grateful. You’re an amazing friend, author, and human.
To AK Blythe, alpha-ing with you is much newer but no less fun. You always manage to catch me with love right when the doubts are kicking in and you’re one of the few people I’ve met who has a mind as filthy as mine. Never stop writing, I can’t wait for you to release!
To every single person who beta read for me, edited for me, worked on my cover, promoted me on socials, or contributed to all the thousand different things that go into making a novel, THANK YOU! The Bookstagram and Booktok communities are so incredibly lovely, and I’ve been overwhelmed with all the support you’ve given me. I appreciate each and every one of you.
So much.
To my wives, WH Lockwood, LH Blake, Letizia Firmani, and Letizia Lorini. (Okay, big tears now). I could write a whole book as a love letter just to the four of you. The support, advice, giggles, and talent that you guys have and are willing to share is just staggering. It’s hard to find people who share your big passion, and this is a hard job. The courage all of you have in pursuing that passion is nothing short of inspiring, and your willingness and selflessness in sharing your time, experience, and skills is absolutely humbling. You are all perfect examples of how, as writers and as women, we’re stronger together, lifting one another up, and helping wherever we can, and you inspire and push me to be better every day. I can’t love you enough for it.
Doesn’t hurt that your books are all genius level, gold star crack cocaine, and every single reader should track you down on Goodreads and devour your back catalogs. DO IT!
Okay, last one. Lety, the other wives are just going to have to forgive me for this, but you really do need a special, additional mention. Plaque. Statue. Crown. When you found me, I was wondering aimlessly through Facebook, looking for beta readers, only half sure I would ever publish anything, taking my sweet ass time as usual to make a decision.