OUT NOW—Cut and Run (The Dreadnoughts Book Two) by
Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #reverseharem #whychoose #rhromance
#reverseharemromance #military #ku #kindleunlimited
Blurb:
Kim’s on track to save the world—but will she
pay with her life?
Kim Medhurst, ex-British military intelligence
officer turned scientist and climate activist, has a vitally important project
on her hands. The mysterious object she set out to retrieve from the remote
Scottish island has the potential to power the entire planet. All she needs to
do is figure out exactly how to make it happen, and the Scottish Highlands
seems the perfect place to complete her research in peace—as well as enjoy the
company of the gorgeous Greig twins.
Unfortunately, things aren’t that simple. Someone
knows what Kim’s up to and wants to get their hands on her and the object she
now calls the ygrene. As if that wasn’t concerning enough, Chastain goes
missing, spurring Kim and the others into action. The team’s newfound abilities
come in handy as they attempt to find their friend and navigate the murky
underworld of dirty energy and those who profit from it.
But, even with their powers, will they be a match
for a greedy megalomaniac with no morals?
PLEASE NOTE: Cut and Run has a cliffhanger ending.
Available from: http://books2read.com/cutandrunlf
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Excerpt:
Chapter One
Jason Chastain
Jason came to in a whole world of pain. He stopped
himself from letting out the grunts and moans he wanted to voice, instead
clenching his fists as hard as he could in a silent attempt to release some of
his agony, frustration and anger. No way did he want the fuckers who’d taken
him to know he was conscious. Much better they believed he was still out cold
and therefore no threat to them whatsoever.
In reality, he was very dangerous indeed.
Particularly since acquiring his newfound… ability. He could be rid of
his bindings, the black hood over his head and the gag stuffed into his mouth
with the most miniscule amount of effort. All he’d have to do was phase through
them. But that would show his hand in a major way, and the whole point of allowing
himself to be abducted had been to get inside the group’s HQ, find out who they
were, what they were up to and, more importantly, just what they planned to do
with Kim and the ygrene—all without them suspecting he was anything other than
some random bloke. To do that, he needed to stay calm and quiet. If the goons
thought he was still out for the count, they’d talk, and it would only be a
matter of time before someone let something slip, something Jason could use to
his advantage.
Firstly, it’d come in handy to know how many
people were around, what sort of room he was being held in, and whether he was
ever left alone. With that information in his arsenal, he could start to
formulate a plan.
He remained still, silent, keeping his breathing
slow and deep, which had the double bonuses of making it appear he remained
unconscious if there was anyone with him, and allowing him to hone his
senses more easily. Obviously with the hood he couldn’t see a damn thing, but
he could feel, hear and smell. The first thing he realised, to his
immense relief, was that he was still fully clothed—including shoes. Thank
God for that. That’ll certainly make getting home much easier, once I’m done
here. He moved on to his other senses. To begin with, he didn’t pick up
anything beyond the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat, and the musty
stench of the hood itself, but he drew on all his training and experience to
push past that and reach for what was beyond.
No human sounds—no breathing, shuffling, coughing,
sniffing, talking. Which either meant he was alone, or with someone extremely
quiet. No one’s that quiet. He suspected the former, leading him
to believe he was in an incredibly secure room, likely part of a bigger
complex. If he was in some ramshackle garage on an industrial estate somewhere,
there’d be bods right there ensuring he didn’t break out through some weakness
in the structure itself—if he could get out of his bonds, that was. If only
they knew.
He risked a sigh. So much for someone letting
something slip in my earshot. There’s no fucker here.
In the past, the idea of being caged, alone, in an
incredibly secure room would have concerned him, made him long for the
ramshackle garage and the bods—easy prey for someone with his background. But
now, even a steel box couldn’t contain him. He hadn’t yet tested the theory,
but he suspected that not even metres and metres of reinforced concrete would
hold him hostage. Yes, it’d slow him down, and escaping it wouldn’t be the most
pleasant of experiences, but it was probably achievable.
He turned his attention to smell. After the pongy
hood and gag, most obvious were his own body odour and the tang of blood—also
his own, he suspected—but otherwise, zilch. Nada. He frowned. What kind of room
or building was so… sterile?
He took another deep, slow breath. Even the air
itself seemed clean. Not the pure freshness one would get from being outside or
next to an open window; more like from air conditioning. With that thought in
mind, he listened harder and… yes, unless he was mistaken, there was the
gentle, regular hum of a system which circulated air.
He frowned. So he was in some kind of sterile
environment with air conditioning? A hospital, or lab of some kind? Despite his
extremely low opinion of the muppets who’d fallen into his trap and swiped him
from the Greenwich street outside Kim’s house, they clearly worked for someone
with resources.
But the question was, did those resources extend
to having eyes and ears of the technological kind on him? That would be
a problem, because although he could phase his way out of here at the drop of a
hat, if his escape was caught on video, that was proof of what he could do.
And, even if it got out to the wider public and he somehow managed to say the
footage had been made up, manipulated somehow… well, there was no smoke without
fire, was there? He’d have something he’d never wanted, something he definitely
didn’t want now: attention.
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Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the
award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100
Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book
2015 award), The Persecution of the
Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The
Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and
novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her
writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group
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