Well it's finally here! The cover for I Am The Alpha, my first joint collaboration with author Ryan Kells for your viewing pleasure:
"I wouldn't," he drawled from the front seat in a
threatening tone. I looked up into the rearview mirror. Deep brown eyes,
intense, brooding, and very unfriendly
were illuminated by the headlights from the oncoming traffic. I met their
reflection with a grim resignation. I had nothing on him size wise. Nothing at
all. I was stuck.
My breathing was returning but it hurt, I knew I would be bruised,
but I could live with that. I could probably live if he raped me, even if the
thought did make me ill… but if he actually physically took me away? Out of the
city? No. If he took me away, I knew the odds. I knew the likelihood of what
happened next. If he took me away I couldn't live with that, I wouldn't live, statistically speaking.
If he took me, rape would be the least of my worries. If he took me away he was
going to kill me and I wouldn't, couldn’t go down without a fight.
As soon as I could draw full breath I struggled into a
sitting position. I was about to let loose and start screaming when he growled at me. It was unlike anything I
had ever heard before, an animal sound emanating from his very human throat. It
caught me so off guard I forgot about the whole screaming and making a fuss
that I was supposed to be doing. He knew it too! The bastard jerked the wheel
and slammed on the brakes and I was thrown back down below the level of the
windows. My head connected sharply with the tempered glass on my way down and I
cried out, my hands tied and useless in front of me, though I desperately tried
to stop myself from colliding with anything else.
He jerked the car’s shifter into park and got out, the crisp
fall air swirling into the car’s warm interior in his wake. The back door
opened and I kicked out. He cursed and grabbed my ankle and I screamed. I
screamed and howled and I kicked out with my other foot and connected solidly
with his chest. Predictably, it didn’t do a damned thing for me, except piss
him off.
He grunted and dove into the back seat, over the top of me,
his large hands curving around my tied wrists. He was between my thighs and I
gasped which I choked off into a whimper. His black jeans may have been two
sizes too big, his belt working overtime to keep them up, but there was no
amount of fabric in the world that would disguise the hot, solid length of his
erection which pressed solidly at the apex of my thighs.
"You keep struggling, I will rape you, just to make a point," he threatened. I blinked
and he grinned savagely, his teeth very white and almost sharp looking, nestled
in his dark blonde goatee.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked and hated how
breathy it was.
"None of your business, either behave, or I'll put you
in the trunk."
I turned it over in my mind. That had possibilities, I could
break out a tail light or pull the emergency... I gasped and suppressed a moan
as he squeezed my wrists so hard, I swore the bones in them ground together.
"You're hurting me!" I cried.
"That's the idea, Little Huntress, you going to calm
your shit?"
"Oh my god, fuck you!" I spat, "Why should I
cooperate with you? Why should I help you kidnap
me?"
He leaned back a bit, actually considering the question
before meeting my eyes again. "Because I'm not the only one interested in
finding you, and they aren't nearly as nice as I am."
A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She
finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and
likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine. She has lived many places and
done many things, though mostly through her own imagination.
An avid reader all of her life it's now her turn to try
and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained. She lives in
a small house in a small neighborhood with a larger than life fiancé and one
cat.
You can find her on Facebook, on Goodreads , on Amazon, on Pinterest , on YouTube, or on her blog which is here.
A California native and avid reader, for Ryan, making the transition from reader to writer was simply the next logical evolution.
He enjoys a number of genres from paranormal suspense to dystopian post-apocalyptic. All of his work contains a romantic spin with a decidedly erotic flare.
