BAE Sale! Also, an Epilogue Update

Hi, Everyone!

In case you don’t like me on Facebook or follow me on Twitter, I wanted to post this video I made today about Epilogue: The Dark Duet and why it is NOT out yet. The short and sweet of it is: I’m still writing and I don’t know when I’ll be done.

One of the many reasons I am not done, is that I am preparing to go to Boston next week for BAE! I CANNOT WAIT! I have been itching to get out of South Dakota and connect with my readers (and drink a lot of green beer).

To celebrate my first book signing of the year and to make amends for my epic fail, I have decided to have a sale for The Dark Duet. For a very limited time, you will be able to purchase Captive in the Dark AND Seduced in the Dark for 99cents each. Applies only to Amazon Kindle users and Barnes & Noble (use the book links or you might not find it for 99cents). The sale will run 3/8 – 3/13. 

Here’s your chance to get all your friends who wonder why the hell you’re so sick in the head to experience The Dark Duet for themselves.

Also, since you’ve all been the most loyal, amazing, inspiring, supportive, stalkeriest, and just plain BEST FANS EVER, I’ve also posted a teaser for you below. STOP READING IF YOU DON’T LIKE TEASERS!

Chapter Two
Epilogue: The Dark Duet
by CJ Roberts

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I put the key-card into the door. I knew what the room would look like. I knew Livvie would think it was beautiful. I knew there was an enormous bed waiting to be soiled. What I didn’t know, was if I’d get the chance to use it the way I wished.

“Wow, Caleb.” Livvie stepped inside and put her purse on the coffee table. “You certainly know how to make an impression. First the car, now the room.”

I shrugged from the foyer. “The car’s rented. Technically, so is the room. I have good taste though, no one can deny me that.”

“No, I guess they can’t.” She wandered to the curtains and pulled them back. It seemed to be a clear indication she didn’t trust me.

I took the insult as best I could. How insulted did I really have a right to be? I knew she believed the hotel to be a secure place to meet. All she’d have to do was scream and someone would probably hear us. Of course, the key word there was probably. I was tempted to remind her that if I were so inclined, she wouldn’t even get to scream. However, I figured it wasn’t in my best interest to point such things out to her.

I walked into the living area and made myself comfortable on the sofa. I wanted to get the preliminary’s out of the way as soon as possible and get back to more pleasurable pursuits. In the meantime, I watched Livvie. Always inquisitive, my Livvie, a curious little kitten. I eyed her from my seat as she ran her long fingers along the furniture, the drapes, and the Tiffany lamp on the desk.

“Livvie.” She focused on me. Her nerves were obvious. “Come sit with me.”

She shook her head slightly. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

I rested my head on my fist. I stared. On this point there would be no discussion. I’d made my request clear and I expected her to acquiesce. I wasn’t going to argue moot points. I took great pleasure in exerting my dominance. It was a part of me and I wouldn’t apologize for it. Besides, it was fun watching her squirm.

Taking my bait, Livvie filled the silence (it’s incredible how much this continues to work). “Caleb…come on. You know the second I go over there you’re just going to pounce on me.” She was biting her lip again, her fingers nervously tugging on it. “Caleb? Are you even going to say anything? Oh, okay, so you’re just going to sit over there, looking all ‘you know you want me’? I’m not scared of you, Caleb.” She crossed her arms over her chest and tried her best to look intimidating. “I have pepper spray in my purse!”

I couldn’t help it. I burst into laughter.

“Oh my God, you’re such a jerk,” she said. She walked toward me and unceremoniously plopped onto the sofa. “Fine! I’m here.”

I was still holding my stomach when my laughter finally subsided and I could make eye-contact without starting up again. “I’m sorry, Livvie, I really am. You kill me. Pepper spray? I’ve tracked you all over the world and that’s what’s going to stop me—pepper spray.”

Livvie’s wide grin was my reward for all the slaps and insults she’d thrown my way during the course of the evening. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t stop you. It would still be fun to watch you roll around on the ground crying for a while.” She shrugged. “It might still be fun.”

We laughed for little while, diffusing all the tension. I felt completely at ease by the time we were done laughing and I knew Livvie did too. Her shoulders had dropped. Her fingers had stopped fidgeting.

“I missed you, Caleb.”

“I missed you, Livvie.”

Livvie took off her heels and set them beside the sofa. As she pressed her toes into the carpet and grabbed at the thick fibers, she smiled at me. She sat up straight, bending her knees so she could sit on her feet. It was a relaxed and casual pose. It was a good sign for things to come. “All over the world, eh? Tell me about that.”

I stared at her for a second, but I relented. It was best to get it out of the way. I took off my shoes and adopted a more comfortable pose as well. There is nothing more unattractive than having to stop getting naked to remove ones shoes. I like to think ahead.

“Yes. I looked for you everywhere and anywhere I could think of. If you really wanted me to find you, you could have left me a note in Mexico. It was the first place I looked.” I reached out with my right hand and stroked Livvie’s cheek. I loved that she let me.

“I didn’t think it was a good idea. The FBI knew you’d left me the money. I was afraid if I left you a note they’d know you were alive. I couldn’t risk it.” She smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

I don’t know what I felt upon hearing her words. I was touched. I was angry. I was sad. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. They made you change your name.” I hadn’t counted on Livvie’s love. I’d been too sick about Rafiq to believe she’d ever try to protect me. There are no words for what I was feeling. Once again, I was hollow and full to bursting.

“I like my new one.” She reached for my hand and held it on her knee. “I’d do it again, Caleb—in a heartbeat. I don’t know how you feel about it, but I want you to know I’m happy. I have a great life.”

“I guess that counts for something. If I’d let you come with me…I don’t know. I doubt you’d be the same person. I doubt you’d be as happy as you seem to be.” My own words gave me pause. I’d been right to leave her behind. Had I been right to return?

She gave me a sidelong look. Her smirk hinted at amusement, but her eyes promised retribution. “You’re not off the hook, Caleb. If you hadn’t left me at the border with a gun, I wouldn’t have had to make a scene to get back into the country. They were barely even looking for me. So don’t give me that ‘all’s well that ends well’ bullshit.”

She got a chuckle out of me. “Point taken. So how was your time with the FBI?” I was genuinely interested in what she had to say. I’d had some close calls in the past year. At the time I assumed it was the FIA in Pakistan trying to find me. I was sure they didn’t appreciate Rafiq had gone missing, nor the fact he had been connected to the Zahra’ Bay. I played with my life every time I went into the country. I wondered if the FBI had been looking for me too.

Livvie looked sad for a fleeting moment before she plastered a smile on her face. “I’ll get to that. There’s a lot you should know. First, I want to know how you found me. I want to know what you’ve been up to. I don’t want to have to change my name again.”

“What happened to doing it again in a heartbeat?” I provoked.

“Don’t be an idiot,” she said and nudged me with her knee.

I let out a defeated sigh. “After Mexico, I decided to try your old neighborhood.” Livvie looked aghast. I was quick to reassure her no one had been hurt. “I didn’t talk to anyone. I couldn’t take the chance. I waited outside your former apartment building, but I realized pretty quickly your family didn’t live there anymore.” I inched a bit closer to Livvie on the sofa. I didn’t move so much she’d notice, at least not right away. “I must have scouted the bus stop for weeks, just hoping. Which, in retrospect, was pretty dumb. Why would you go back there?

“After your old neighborhood proved fruitless, I remember you talked about your friend Nicole. And before you get all huffy – I didn’t talk to her either. I just stole her laptop.”

“Caleb!” Livvie admonished.

I shrugged unapologetically. “Are you glad I found you or what? Your whereabouts weren’t just going to fall out of thin air.” I practically dared her to tell me there had been another way. Having quickly settled the fact there hadn’t been, I went on with my story. “I found an email that could only have come from you.” I moved a tiny bit closer. I don’t think she realized. “You sounded really sad. You mentioned going to the Eiffel Tower by yourself. Someone stole your wallet. It was months after the incident, but I still worried for you.
You said you weren’t over me.”

Livvie looked away from me. She had tears in her eyes and she was working hard to make it seem as though she didn’t. While I didn’t necessarily relish her pain at the memory, it boded well for me. It made me believe there was a chance for us.

She cleared her throat and wiped at her eyes with the back of her finger. “Ugg! I thought I was past this part. I promise, I’m not quite as emotional as I used to be.” She smiled. “I guess you just bring it out of me. I like your hair. How long is it?”

“It’s camouflage. I keep it back because it annoys me when it touches my shoulders.” I didn’t want to talk about my hair. I reached up and collected a tear racing down her cheek. I drank it. I knew it didn’t make sense to her. If anything, she seemed more embarrassed. However, it was my way of taking her pain away. It was a promise. I didn’t go around drinking random people’s tears. I’m not that creepy.

Livvie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Some of the tension from earlier was slinking its way back into our intimate moment. “Some things never change I guess,” she whispered.

I moved closer, until our knees brushed. My arm rested on the back of the sofa and I was able to touch her hair with my fingers. Warmth spread through me as I watched her eyelids slide shut. “Everything is in the process of becoming something else. It’s the law of change.” I briefly kissed Livvie’s eyelids before she could open them. “I’m in the process of becoming something else, Livvie. I hope it’s something good, something far removed from the monster you knew.”

“Wow!” Livvie said. Her tears had gotten the better of her and she raced to put distance between us. She wiped hurriedly at her cheeks. “Holy shit, Caleb. How can I keep from being a mess when you say things like that? I don’t even know how to feel.”

I smiled and moved back. I had her where I wanted her, but more than that, I had her where I needed her. In a place where she could admit she could forgive me for the past. In a place where we were possible.

Over the next several hours, I relayed the many airline tickets I had purchased to search for her. The places I had almost caught up and missed her. I told her about Germany and the café. She hadn’t been happy to hear about that one, but accepted I wasn’t quite ready to approach her at the time.

She told me about her travels, the people she’d met and how she’d thought about me a great deal. Of particular interest to me was the fact she had been writing about us. She explained it began in the hospital while she was being interrogated by the FBI. She explained she’d wanted to preserve her memories, or more accurately, her feelings, before the agents assigned to her case could alter them. Apparently, the bastards had done quite a number on her. She promised to fill me in completely at a later time (I was happy she’d already made plans for a ‘later’).

Her statements didn’t make sense to me until much later when I finally got to read Livvie’s story for myself. I’m glad I didn’t understand what she meant at first. I don’t know if I could have handled it. I was too new to guilt, too new to opening myself up to someone else’s suffering—especially hers.

She attempted to ask questions about our last days in Mexico. I was honest and told her it was too much for me to discuss so soon. I’d tell her at some point (obviously, you know I did). She didn’t like it, but she used it as leverage to dodge questions about the FBI and what she learned about me (I’m glad she didn’t tell me that night).

For the most part we tried not to delve too deeply into subjects that were excruciating to either one of us. It was more about discovering how we felt toward one another after so much time had gone by. As our feelings became more obvious, we were able to discuss our present instead of our past. I liked that much better. I liked hearing about Livvie going to school. I listened to her talk about the endless possibilities of her future and it made me feel somewhat better about…well, everything. I would be lying if I told you I was over what happened with Rafiq. Far from it. Still, it gave me a modicum of solace to know that if he had lived, Livvie’s future would not be so bright.

Too quickly, the hours had ticked by. The night had gone silent and in a few hours, pre-dawn would be approaching. My thoughts began to turn toward more carnal diversions and talking had begun to lose its appeal.

“It’s late,” she whispered. She had her feet on the sofa, her knees pulled up to her chin. Her dark eyes begged me to come closer. Her legs threatened to push me away.

I felt myself getting hard, my dick throbbing in rhythm with my heartbeat. I was transported to Felipe’s plantation in Madera. I remembered the first night I whipped her. She’d known she was in trouble and she hid under the sink. She was curled up in much the same way, eyes staring up at me, legs trembling ever so slightly. I remembered the thrill of making her surrender. I couldn’t help what turned me on, but I didn’t let my impulses get the better of me.

“I know. I still don’t want this night to end,” I said. I wanted to make myself as clear as possible, whatever she decided to do after that was fine.

“So…what then?” She raised her hand to her mouth and tugged gently at her lip. Her eyes had a mischievous glint.

“Well, the way I see it, you have three options. You can make me very sad by asking me to drive you home. You can take pity on me and spend the night. Or you can admit you want me to make love to you until you beg for mercy.” I leaned back and put my arms around the sofa. I let her see how hard I was for her, how much I wanted to be inside her.

She inhaled sharply. Her cheeks reddened. A quick glance downward revealed her toes, curled tightly. “You…still have a way with words.”  Her voice was breathy, but confident.

“Just laying it out for you.” I winked at her. I felt pretty confident about which of the three options she would choose. However, she has a way of throwing in her own surprises.

“I still have the pepper spray,” she teased.

“Kinky.” We laughed.

I knew she wanted me. It was written all over her face. It was in the way she licked her lips in preparation for being kissed, the way her eyes seemed to go dark. I had a moment of hesitation. I wasn’t sure what role she wanted me to play. On the one hand, it would have given me a lot of pleasure to tell her what to do. I liked being in control. I liked knowing she’d obey me of her own free will. On the other, I wasn’t sure how my dominance would be accepted? The last thing I wanted to do was scare her away. I didn’t want to remind her that once upon a time she hadn’t had a choice. “So, what’s it going to be, pet?”

She raised a brow. “Pet?” She didn’t seem put-off by the moniker, but a gentle warning was in her tone. I’m not your pet.”

“Force of habit,” I whispered unapologetically. Slow and easy it is.

“You have a lot of bad habits, Caleb.”

“But not all my habits are bad. Are they?” I let my hand rest on my dick. Her eyes followed my movements. She swallowed.

“No. There’s a few I’m quite fond of.” She met my eyes and held me captive.

“Do tell,” I whispered.

“Give me time, Caleb. I will. But…tonight? I just need you to know I’m not the scared girl you remember.” She brought her knees down and opened her legs. Her dress hid what was beneath, but her message was clear as she placed her hand on her pussy.

My heart beat erratically, spurred by her seduction. Beneath my own hand, my cock strained against my zipper. “I remember you were brave.” I managed to say beyond the lust clogging my throat.

“I remember you liked to watch me touch myself.” She inched her dress up her thighs. Her short, blunt fingernails left faint red trails along her smooth tan skin. “I remember I liked watching you too.” She shifted down and rested her head on the arm of the sofa.

I was beside myself. My mouth was dry; too many open-mouthed breaths. My heart was pounding. And my dick was rock fucking hard. “I’d like to do a hell of a lot more than watch.” I leaned forward and was met with instant resistance. Livvie’s foot pushed against my chest and urged me back against the sofa.

“We do it my way. Or not at all.” She threatened playfully.

I knew a battle I couldn’t win when I encountered it. I tilted my head toward Livvie in deference. “I can accept that.” I resumed my previous posture. “I await your every whim.” I baited her with my smile.

“Good.” She relaxed. Her fingers trailed lightly over her pussy. “You show me yours…and I’ll show you mine.”

I laughed softly. If it were possible to love her any more, I wasn’t sure I could stand it. “Hmm,” I sighed and unzipped my jeans. “As I recall, shyness was your obstacle, not mine.” I quickly undid my pants and opened them. My lust intensified as my cock hit the air. I resisted the urge to touch it. I took great satisfaction in hearing Livvie gasp. To her credit, she composed herself quickly.

“Very nice, Caleb. I know we’re both in the process of becoming something else, but it’s nice to know there are a few things that will never change.” She lifted her knee closest to the couch, causing her dress to ride up to her waist. She spread her legs and revealed her naked pussy. She hadn’t been wearing any underwear!

I reached for my dick and squeezed it. I wasn’t in any danger of embarrassing myself, but the impulse was simply too much to ignore. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I stroked myself once, twice, and stilled my hand. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

She blushed. “Thank you. So are you.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about being called beautiful, but I took the compliment. I had much more interesting things on my mind.  “What now? I have to be honest; I’m not sure I can sit here and watch you play with yourself. I don’t have the self-control.”

“Would you force me?” She whispered. Her fingers parted her pussy, revealing how pink and wet she was.

“Fuck! No. But I’d be really childish about it.” I stuck out my bottom lip and she laughed.

“Oh my God,” she said through a smile. “You’re making this really difficult. Don’t ruin my fantasy.”

I composed my face. “I’m sorry. Go on. Far be it from me to deny you another fantasy. I was so fond of the last one.” I watched her mouth and remembered the way her lips slid over my cock. “Maybe we could relive that one too?”

“Maybe,” she teased. “If I come over there, will you put your arms on the couch and keep them there?”

I swallowed. “I’ll try.” I raised my arms to the back of the sofa and gripped it. I’m hard again just remembering how sexily she crawled across the sofa toward me. Livvie is a predator in her own right.

My eyes drifted shut at the first touch of her hand against my chest. I knew she could feel how hard my heart was beating. I might have been even more nervous than she was. Her dress was soft as it caressed my aching cock. “Your dress is going to get ruined. Take it off.” I whispered as enticingly as I was able.

“Shh,” she whispered against my ear. The smell of her skin infiltrated my senses. I held tighter to the sofa. “I want it just like this.” Her thighs straddled mine and her wet pussy made contact with my dick.

I thrust upward. I couldn’t fucking help it. “Goddamn it, Kitten! Just let me fuck you already.”