Susan reached out to author Charity Parkerson and asked if she’d drop in this month to write a guest blog post in support of her novel, Sated.
So… she did. Everyone, welcome Charity to The Rock of Pages!
Every book I’ve written has its own play list. Since rock is my favorite, you could say each of my books has been influenced by it in some way. But when Arbor walked inside Club Exile, I didn’t realize she was about to fall in love with a rock star. I knew the basics of the story, and that it would be darker than my usual work. I had a general idea of where it was going, but I had no clue how Arbor’s life would change that night.
When Killian saw Arbor for the first time, I knew he would love her. What I didn’t know was how that love would break her, and it wasn’t until he walked on stage I understood exactly where Sated would go.
There was a part of me that wanted to capture the exhilaration of what it must feel like to be only woman holding the attention of two famous men. The harder I tried, the darker the story became. I followed Arbor into this place where nothing felt real any longer, all while wondering if I could pull this story off.
Sated is different from anything I’ve written in the past. It’s twisted, but I hope the two sexy musicians make up for that. Here’s a glimpse inside:
Sated: A Dark Romance
** By reading past this point you’re acknowledging that you are over the age of 18. Copyright © 2014 Charity Parkerson
All rights reserved. Sated is part of Punk & Sissy Publication’s line of Dark Romance ™ **
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“No, thank you.”
Killian was fascinated by the scene playing out across the bar. He’d had one eye glued on the tiny blonde since she walked through the door. If there was one detail he could point to in order to explain his captivation, it was that she didn’t fit in. Thank God. Her innocence was almost tangible when set next to the other occupants of the hardcore gothic club.
“How about I just sit with you, then?”
“No, thank you.”
Killian leaned forward in his seat, even going as far as to set his elbow on the bar and cup his chin—openly staring. Not only was she not giving the guy the time of day, she hadn’t as much as glanced in his direction to see if she might be interested. On the other hand, the dude couldn’t seem to look away from her. That made two of them. Killian was engrossed.
“Are you sure? You’re going to need someone to walk you out. This is kind of a rough joint.” It was. Killian would know.
“I’m sure. Have a nice night.”
He really wanted her to look. The guy was hot, possibly the best of the lot. She had at least three women staring at her with open malice simply because the guy was talking to her. Showing a determination that impressed Killian, the dude braced one hand on the wooden surface beside him and one on the back of her chair, boxing the woman in. The invasion of her personal space forced her to acknowledge his presence. As if it were possible, Killian stared even harder. He was almost afraid to blink in case he missed her reaction to seeing who she’d been ignoring. She turned her head, meeting the man’s gaze. Not a single ounce of emotion marred her features as she eyed the guy’s blond hair, dark eyes, and muscles flexing on her behalf. The dude smiled. It was slow and obviously practiced. A dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth and straight white teeth gleamed even in the darkly lit club.
Killian chuckled. “Liar.”
She turned in his direction, meeting his gaze as if she’d heard him. Light-green eyes flashed wickedly. Her mouth turned up in one corner, as if competing with her gaze for top mischief-maker. Goddamn. No wonder the dude wouldn’t leave her be.
“So what?” The boy-toy’s response pulled her focus back his way. Killian caught himself lifting up in his chair as if he meant to physically reclaim her attention.
“There are two women sitting behind me who’d love what you’re offering. Enough to share,” she tacked on in an obvious attempt to sweeten the deal. Killian glanced behind her. Yep. There were. The dude didn’t look, but he did straighten away.
“They’re a sad substitute for you.”
A hint of a smile touched her lips. “But a substitute nonetheless. Have fun.” If she’d meant her dismissal to lure the man in further, making him want her more, then she’d succeeded. It was written all over the guy’s face. However, he did give in.
“If you change your mind…”
“I know where you’ll be.” She didn’t bother softening the blow with another smile. Killian was on his feet, pushing his way through the crowd and intent on reaching her before the dust settled in Mr. Studly’s tracks. He saw her chin tilt in the direction of where he’d been sitting, but he couldn’t see her face. He almost changed his mind. In the end, his greed won out, as always.
Killian didn’t give her time to deny him the way she had the other guy. Instead, he braced his hands against the edge of the bar on either side of her, caging her in. With her pinned in place, he nodded at the bartender to bring her another drink. She didn’t tense or turn her head as he crowded her body, inhaling her sweet scent and speaking against her ear.
“You should’ve taken his offer. It wasn’t a bad deal.”
“Losing her mind wasn’t an experience she enjoyed.”
After a steamy night of passion with a dark stranger, Arbor’s life takes on a surreal edge. Disturbing dreams, lapses in memory, and entire buildings going missing are only a few of her problems. Her search for answers leads her to Detective Trey Murphy, the man in charge of investigating satanic and ritualistic crime for the New Orleans area.
Where do you turn when your mind is the enemy?
Meeting Trey only adds to Arbor’s confusion. By day, he keeps her captivated and gains her trust in a way no one else ever has. At night, Arbor’s every fantasy is brought to life by two sexy men who steal away her inhibitions. Torn between what her heart knows is real and what her eyes show her, Arbor must find the truth before she loses herself completely.
But, then again, sometimes reality is more twisted than any dream and love is the cruelest form of insanity.
Warning: This isn’t your typical love story. It’s dark with scenes some may find disturbing. Sometimes love is senseless, and the heart is so very stupid.