Confess… Do You Like to Watch?

I think we all have a bit of voyeurism in us. Don’t you? We love to see a train wreck or a moment of passion and can’t drag our eyes away. Mmm… Sounds kinky and delicious, doesn’t it?  What if an even is all caused by two little words – two words that spiral a situation out of control?  That’s exactly what my psychological thriller with Christian Jensen is about – something horrendous, something vile. It’s available in paperback with a real release date of eh 17th – but please come and enjoy a taste of…


Alexa Strong was tired of driving, and over dealing with the asshole truckers, as well as the traffic jam that had kept her just outside the city limits for well over an hour. Standing in a long line in order to check into the hotel wasn’t helping her piss poor mood. Visions of tall drinks, a deep massage and cabana boys standing poolside for her playtime was playing like a broken DVD, the continuous loop full of promise. Okay, so she hadn’t been able to wait to get to the conference, but between the heat and humidity and the crowds, she knew she was going to snap at someone, any like-to-watch2unsuspecting punk the first chance she had. Who the hell put a writer’s conference in the middle of the Bible belt smack in the hottest part of July for Christ’s sake?

As she stood in line, checking and rechecking her watch, she tried to remember the basic schedule. She was on a tight one with the number of panels the coordinator had placed her on. At least tonight she was free to play. Mmm… The thought was delicious. Alexa grew impatient as the line dragged, hot and tired people bemoaning their lot in life. A commotion sounded from the main door, drawing her attention from sheer boredom. She shook her head as the rather infamous Thomas Moore sashayed into the building, full entourage in tow. She hated all men who were pompous and arrogant, and from what she’d heard about the Best Selling author, he was all that and much more.

Thomas had an air about him that preceded the larger than life man. Alexa was actually surprised how tall he was. His book covers were graced with the typical middle aged man wearing cashmere, sitting by a roaring fire kind of look. Boring. There was something enigmatic about him that both bothered her as well as remained a curiosity. She studied the brooding man, making mental note almost as if sizing up a character for a new book. She couldn’t help but notice how he scanned the room, his eyes roaming. He was looking for something, or someone. Prey. The thought slipped into the back of her mind. Well, of course. He was a horror writer after all.

His facial features were the same, calculating and cold, the smile complete disingenuous. And not a sole who were flocked around him like baby birds waiting for crumbs seemed to notice. Thomas was definitely comfortable in his skin, a commanding man who was used to getting his way. “Whew…” She couldn’t help but think of one very popular television series on Fox TV.  Did monsters actually smile? She knew she had to watch her bad girl ways.

Okay, so maybe she should leave the dime store analogies and psychoanalyzing to the intense eyesbig boys. This guy was highly respected and here to give his time to teach all the newbie authors about becoming a huge success. Yeah, she was going to listen intently too. Grinning, she inched forward as the line crawled along, studying the way he took command of the room. She resisted laughing as he moved closer. This couldn’t really be the Dr. Death himself.

While she hadn’t read any of his books, she knew the content. They were rather brutal accounts of humans living on the edge. Edge? From what she’d heard the train wreck of writing was a hack at best. Jealous. Your green monster is showing. Rolling her eyes, she looked away. Yes, she was jealous of anyone successful. And he had it in spades.

She was just about to pitch a fit when Thomas moved to the front of the line, as only a celebrity could do. Incensed, she waited to make certain his behavior wasn’t a mistake. When he acted as if he owned the hotel she seethed. “Fucking asshole.” The words were blurted from her mouth easily. Too easily. And damn if he hadn’t heard her, along with the entire rest of the line. They all turned to stare at her. She watched as a mixture of surprise and amusement crossed his face.

Thomas took a step forward, his eyes black as coal. There was no twinkle, no sign of what he might say or do given her faux pas. He simply raised his eyebrow and tilted his head back.

Alexa was caught off guard, but not by the fact her impetuous mouth was on display, but by the way he was studying her. For a few seconds she would swear this guy was looking straight into her soul, dragging out certain portions to dissect. Had he walked closer to her? His eyes never blinked, his face never carried an expression, but she knew he was displeased and yet intrigued. And she’d never felt so utterly stripped of her layers of bullshit so quickly by any man in her life.

A chill settled into her system as the sounds around her seemed to be sucked away. She was drawn into his larger than life aura as the entire crowd vanished and the moment was filled with his presence, his incredible presence scrutinizing every flick of her hand, every sigh. A single bead of sweat slipped down the back of her neck and she could swear he knew exactly how nervous she was. Alexa recoiled at least mentally and finally dragged her mind away from his tentacles. This was nothing but a man, one with a perverse imagination. GOD! Something she so strived to achieve. Perhaps this was her lucky trip, one that would take her writing to the next level.

Thomas issued a single nod before slowly scanning the length of her body and turned toward the counter.

Shuddering, she held her breath until he was all checked in and on his way. Then she chastised herself in several different languages. She was jazzed by the trip already and ready to take on the world. Smiling, she whistled as she was finally standing in front of the line.

When she was safely in the crowded elevator, headed for the fifteenth floor of the luxury hotel, she leaned against the cool metal and exhaled. At least she had dinner plans this evening. The thought shot tingles straight into her aching pussy. Zane Reynolds was definitely on her radar. They were not only going to share several Come when I saypanels, certain to bring lively discussion amongst the vanilla laced crowd, but she knew their sexual sparring was going to be off the charts.  They’d only met once, but once was enough.

The man was a prolific writer, pumping out manuscript after manuscript, matching her capabilities. At first they’d simply talked and learning from each other. Then they’d started to flirt. A few months later she was using her handy dandy pink Rabbit vibrator as she thought about his enticing ways, his commanding voice and intense words. Shit. She was hot all over. This wasn’t necessarily a good way to start. She was here to sell books and garner new fans. Period.

But he had a look that was so powerful she almost dropped to her knees the one time she’d met him. The thought was scintillating and she pressed her hand over her mouth, wondering what might happen between them. A single moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. As the ‘bing’ of the elevator reaching its destination dragged her wicked mind out of the gutter, she smiled to herself. She was determined to make this four day event good for her writing. Maybe she’d get to play a little on the side. Enough of the bad girl.


In the shadowed world of darkness there are few saviors. In the moments of pure hatred there is only evil. In the wake of death there is no rebirth.

Our most precious dreams burn within the endless pits of hellfire, fodder for the demons and demented souls that prowl within the shadows where too few saviors roam. No grace is given to the sinner when hatred is pure and evil is allowed to bloom. In the wake of death there can be no rebirth. Tell me, what do you covet the most?

Attending the hottest writer’s conventions in the United States was a coup and one Alexa Strong was more than ready for – as well as indulging in an unbridled tryst with a fellow writer. Zane was not only the perfected boy, but a dazzling up and coming writer as well. Lost in the thoughts of what Zane might do to her, Alexa mouthed off to the wrong man while waiting to check in to the hotel. This chance encounter would shape the convention, indeed the rest of her life, in ways she never thought possible. Although she immediately detests the successful and pompous Thomas Moore she is thrust into sinful adventure, one that drags her into the darker side of sex.

Attending this convention was sure to spark further interest and propel his burgeoning career to a new level. Zane Reynolds planned on not only making the most of the opportunities afford him as an author, but also the opportunity to dominate and devour the sinful Alexa Strong. This powerful and dogmatic woman needed to feel the sting of his hand, to be controlled, and to be forced to submit. His darkest desires would be fulfilled by this woman. When a chance encounter with bestselling Author Thomas Moore at the hotel bar promises to launch Zane’s career, he is forced into a world beyond sex, beyond control, and beyond comprehension.  Then something happened…

It all starts with four simple words: I like to watch

The inference is simple and the chance to prove his control to the powerful author simply too good to pass up. Zane begins his maddening decent into a place of such pure evil that he may never recover. Can Alexa pull Zane away from the very thing he covets most, or will the painful gift she hides from the world be the end of her?

When true evil burns a raw desire into your very soul, be careful what you wish for…

I hope you’ve enjoyed…

Kisses   xxx



About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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