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LOCKED IN~Now available for Pre-Order!

So excited to announce that LOCKED IN (Book #2 to the Caught Inside series) is now available for pre-order! It will be released on April 7th, but be sure to order your copy today:)

BUY LINK: http://amzn.to/1EdOKEG

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Don’t let her small size fool you; at five feet, two inches tall, Kacy Greene is a little spitfire who will be the first to put you in your place.

After making the mistake of dating, sleeping with and slapping her supervisor, she finds refuge spending her days surfing, where she meets food truck owner and soon-to-be new boss, Miles Parker. A southern boy, Miles moves to Mistcoast, CA with one thing in mind—to make his new business boom.

What he doesn’t count on is meeting a wrecking ball named Kacy who sends his life into a whirl. Blinded by his immediate attraction for her, he hires her on the spot and is soon disappointed to find that their relationship isn’t going to go where he hoped it would.

Being nothing more than a shoulder to cry on, he hatches a plan to win her heart.
Unfortunately, like the ocean waves, love can be very unpredictable.

You’ve read Riley’s and Blake’s love story, now learn about Kacy and Miles…

Catch up with CAUGHT INSIDE (Book #1) also available on Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DOI8eI

Caught Inside by S. Briones Lim
Caught Inside by S. Briones Lim
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ANNOUNCEMENT

I am so happy to report that my new Contemporary Romance novel, CAUGHT INSIDE, will be released by Limitless Publishing on December 30, 2014!

I will be sharing the cover next Tuesday (please be on the lookout), but for now please add my newest book onto your Goodreads shelves 🙂

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Even Riley Dillon’s lucky red shoes couldn’t save her from the worst day imaginable—though they did act as great projectile against her cheating fiancé!

After finding her life in turmoil, Riley leaves New York and returns to her hometown of Mistcoast, California where she takes a job at the local surf shop owned by Blake Reynolds, who has certainly grown up a lot since high school.

Blake Reynolds is handsome, talented and driven. At twenty-four the blond haired, blue eyed surfer seemingly has it all; a booming business, hometown following—everything but the girl of his dreams. Luckily, fate decides to give him a second chance.

After ten years apart will Blake finally win Riley’s heart? Or will she continue to see him as the annoying freshman she used to tutor?

One thing’s for sure, only the California sun and surf can help decide

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PLAN A: LYCAON’S KISS Teaser!!!

I shut my eyes tightly in an attempt to fall asleep when I heard what sounded like howling directly outside my window. I quickly sucked in my breath and curled up into a ball. I lived in the middle of a burgeoning city. There was no way any wolves would be conveniently roaming around…Right?

“It has to be a stray dog,” I whispered to myself. I shut my eyes tightly and tried my best to count some sheep, all the while keeping an ear peeled for any strange noises.

Just then a chorus of howls pierced the air. I gasped and opened my eyes wide as I listened to what sounded like a group of wild dogs preparing to ambush. Still shaking, I mustered up enough courage to push myself off the bed. I tiptoed toward the gap in the window and propped myself on a tiny TV Tray that was slowly becoming my dining area. Albeit tiny, the TV tray was sturdy enough to hold my hundred and fifteen pound frame. Placing one dirtied foot on top, I pushed myself up so that I was at eye-level with the sliver. I peeked outside and the first thing I noticed was the moon. It was nothing but a tiny thumbnail in the sky and could only mean that a good week and a half had passed since I was first taken in. I gulped and continued scanning what little area I could. I nearly crapped my pants when an aqua colored pupil popped up just inches away from mine.

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My new Urban Fantasy novel, PLAN A: LYCAON’S KISS will be released on July 21st!!! (Exactly 1 year after my first novel, GREEN)

Since Summer has snuck up on me, I figured I’d give you a bit of a teaser. Take a look at Chapter 1!

 

I’m so excited to share it with you!!!

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PLAN A: LYCAON’S KISS

Chapter 1

“What is this place?” I breathed nervously as I fingered a mobile made of what looked to be crystals. I shuddered as I glanced around. “This place is kind of weird.”

The room was decorated floor to ceiling in red, maroon and black colored velvet. To top things off, what I could only describe as chamber music wafted throughout the small room. It reminded me of those horror movies where a virgin was ruthlessly sacrificed. Needless to say, that didn’t spell well for me.

“Jen, what is this place?” I asked a bit more forcefully. I glanced over at my boyfriend. Even after two years together he still sent a wave of butterflies down to my stomach (and other regions). I took a moment to appreciate his classic “Clark Kent” good looks. Piercing blue eyes coupled with a dark mop of perfectly styled hair. Yes, I was one lucky girl…or so I thought.

“I told you to stop calling me that,” he snapped, never bothering to look up at me. The way he fidgeted made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but I chose to ignore the heaviness in my gut.  So we were in a weird magic store, there was nothing to be worried about…right?

Jensen rolled his shoulders and muttered, “My name is too feminine as it is.”

I smirked and replied, “It’s a family name. I think people will forgive you.” I walked around the small shop, taking great lengths to avoid bumping into the various crystals, which seemed to be hung everywhere. I ran my hand carefully against a velvet table cloth and wandered over to a single black candle at the far corner of the room. It was roughly about three feet tall and from the look of it, seemed more than halfway burned through. I couldn’t even imagine how tall it stood when brand new.

“Be careful with that!” A strangely high male voice called out from the opposite end of the room.

I quickly spun around and bumped into a table. I yelped and grabbed it, steadying it just in time to save a goblet from toppling over. I grinned sheepishly and stuttered, “How’d that get there?” I hung my head and apologized.

“Is this seriously what you’re bringing me?” the man snapped. I raised my head and got my first good look at the stranger. He seemed about a good decade older than my twenty-two years and had the strangest hairstyle I’d ever seen. His head was for the most part buzzed, except for a strip of jet black that reached from the top of his forehead to the nape of his neck. I assumed he normally styled it as a Mohawk, but that day his hair flopped around lifelessly around his head. His cheeks seemed a bit gaunt and sunken in, but clean shaven nonetheless. Then there were his eyes…His eyes were lined in a deep kohl liner, which accentuated a beautiful hazel color. Had it not been for the perpetual scowl, those eyes would have been the most beautiful I’d ever seen.

“Greg!” Jensen greeted happily – a bit too happily. “Nice to see you man.” He hesitated slightly before walking over to the scrawny man. Though Greg was a good foot shorter than Jensen, my boyfriend was visibly fearful around him. It terrified me.

“Wish I could say the same thing about you,” Greg snarled. His head turned towards my direction and he narrowed his eyes. “This her?” I couldn’t help but feel stripped down as he scanned me from head to toe.

I cleared my throat. “Um, I’m Morgan.” I extended my hand only to pull it back when Greg merely flicked his tongue against his teeth in response. I gulped and walked over to Jensen, weaving my arm through his. “Who’s your friend?” I asked nervously.

Jensen visibly gulped, his Adam’s apple bouncing in the process. “This is Greg, he’s…uh…a business associate of mine.”

“I guess you can call me that,” Greg snickered and crossed his arms. I hate to stereotype, but I was expecting them to be covered in tattoos. To my surprise, both his forearms were bare except for the numerous welts and scars, which ran down his elbows to wrists. As my eyes ran along his arms, Greg and I caught eyes. He flashed me a smile and I instantly felt myself redden in embarrassment.

“So, Jensen,” Greg began as he made his way towards us. “I hope you know she doesn’t count as payment, just collateral.”

My heart instantly began to speed up. My eyes widened and I pushed away from Jensen. “What is he talking about?”

Jensen threw me an apologetic smile. “It’s only temporary,” he replied quietly. “I promise I’ll get you back.”

“Jensen,” I said firmly. “What are you talking about?” At this point I had already begun to make my way door. I reached out for the door handle only to find a hand firmly atop my wrist. I whipped my head around and found myself looking Greg in the eye. “That’s impossible,” I whispered.

Greg automatically grabbed my forearm. He spun me around so that I was facing Jensen. As I stared at my boyfriend Greg leaned over so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath hit my skin. Softly, he whispered in my ear, “Take a look at this scumbag you call your boyfriend. Owes me fifty grand that he’s not able to pay back.” He began laughing and shook his head in amusement. “Offered you up as collateral until I get my money back.”

“Jensen!” I screamed hysterically. “Tell me this is some sort of sick joke.” I began struggling against Greg, but his grip on my arm wouldn’t budge. It was as if all the strength in my body wasn’t enough to fight against the strength in his one hand alone. “Jensen!” I wailed as tears began to fall from my eyes. “Please….you can’t possibly be serious.” With my free hand I reached for the phone in my pocket. “I’m calling the police! You people are crazy!”

As soon as I freed the fluorescent pink phone from my pocket, Greg’s hand shot out and grabbed it from mine. I watched helplessly as he crushed it effortlessly within the palm of his left hand. “Sweetie, that’s not very nice,” he scolded. He looked up at Jensen who had inched his way towards the door. With a sneer Greg shouted, “You have two weeks to get me the money! If you’re not here by midnight on the twentieth, your girl is going to be the newest member of my pack, you hear me?”

Jensen nodded his head frantically and made a beeline for the door. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I watched the glass door shut behind him. I vaguely heard Greg’s words of feigned comfort as my tears began to blind my eyes.

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Chapter 1 – PARRICIDE

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PARRICIDE – To Be Released April 1, 2014 on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Stanley

April 9, 1904

“No! Please don’t shoot!” Her voice wavered slightly though she tried her hardest to remain firm and unfazed. Had it not been for the tremor in her tone and the unmistakable trembling of her shoulders, the intruder might have bought her act of valor.

The terrified cries of my wife echoed against the bare wooden walls causing me to run in a panic. I flew down a flight of stairs towards the parlor area and noticed the dim flicker of a single candle illuminating the room. It added an eerie ambiance to what was to be the most horrifying moment of my life.

“Gandy! What do you think you’re doing?! Get your hands off my wife!” I shouted with pure ferocity. I wouldn’t be surprised if the blood vessels in my eyes had burst open given the tint of red that shadowed my vision.

“Well, well, lookit ‘ere who it is,” Gandy slurred drunkenly as he gripped my wife’s strawberry blond hair between his fingers. “It’s Stanley Heckley! Or might I say, the Great Stanley Heckley.” He cackled and peered down at my wife.

My eyes fell instantly onto Christiana’s tear stained face. I made an attempt to rush forward, however, she shook her head slightly and mouthed, “Go! Save Katie.”

My stomach wrenched as I pictured our three-month-old daughter hidden under the floorboards in the main room upstairs. She was safe – for now.

I cleared my throat and stood up straighter. Holding my hands out as a final plea, I said as calmly, but with as much authority as I could muster, “Gandy, please put down the gun. You had a little too much to drink tonight and I promise that if you walk out of here this instant, I will not tell the authorities of this little incident.”

I braced myself for his reaction and was surprised to hear a hearty chuckle in response. Christiana winced as he continued his belly laugh and pulled tightly against her head. Her beautiful braid was now a rat’s nest and I was surprised not to find clumps of her pinkish locks strewn along the floor.

“Do you think you have the right to tell me what to do?” Gandy laughed hysterically. With his gun toting hand he reached up and wiped tears from the corners of his eyes.

“I beg your pardon but I don’t see the humor in this situation,” I growled.

“You want to know what’s funny?” Gandy snapped. “The fact that Christiana here picked you over me. What does she see in you anyway? Nothing but a stack of cash that your daddy gave you.”

I glanced around the room frantically, looking for any escape route. My eyes focused on the window and my mind methodically went over any possible option I had to get my family out of this situation. It was as if everything was running in slow motion, from the flow of my blood through my veins to the harsh beating of my pained heart.

“Are you listening to me?!” Gandy’s hazy voice interrupted my frantic thoughts.

I gulped. “Yes, Gandy.”

His eyes widened as he pointed the barrel toward me. Christiana gasped and began pleading frantically, begging for him to drop the gun. Ignoring her cries, he lifted an eyebrow as he looked me dead in the eye. “It’s yes, sir,” he corrected.

I nodded my head. “Yes, sir,” I replied through gritted teeth.

His lips curled up into a sinister grin and he began pacing the room dragging Christiana along with him. She grabbed at his hand, trying to pry his fingers from her scalp, but was unsuccessful. The gray skirt of her dress, a birthday present from me, dragged behind her, becoming soiled with the dust from the floor.

“Now, I don’t know why you’re stupid enough to come back to town,” he said through gritted teeth. “The folks here were finally steer clear of the Heckleys, yet here you are infesting our town again with your filthy riches. You think your family’s better than all of us here, don’t you? Just because of your blue blood ways.”

“Gandy,” I said in an even tone. It pained me to even speak, my throat dry and parched from fear. “Please leave my property. We’ll deal with this when you’re sober in the morning.”

“This ain’t about being sober! This is about the abomination that your family has bestowed upon the less privileged. That’s why you came back to town now, isn’t it? To take over all the businesses that your greedy father wasn’t able to get his cold, vile hands on! You should have stayed in God knows where you were!”

“It was a mistake to come back,” I agreed as I nodded my head; and good God did I agree. “We only came back to tie up ends concerning my father’s estate. Nothing more.”

“Ah, yes,” he grinned. “That’s right! Your old man croaked a month ago, didn’t he?”

My blood began boiling and instinctively my fists clenched together. “Yes,” I said in a raspy tone. The pain of having lost my father still burned freshly in my heart. Hearing Gandy speak so nonchalantly about his passing made me want to gouge his eyes out. That would have to wait. For now I needed to focus on helping my sweet wife.

I cleared my throat and continued, “We’ll tie up loose ends and leave town immediately.” I gestured towards the room. “We’ll leave this house and never return to it again.” My eyes widened as realization came over me. “Is this what you want? Do you want my property? It’s yours! Take it! Take everything in here!”

Gandy snickered. “I don’t want your house,” he snapped. He glanced down at Christiana and brushed the gun across her face. She and I stiffened simultaneously, our breaths caught in our throats. “What I do want is your wife,” he continued.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that,” I replied angrily.

“Why? She’s already mine!” He shouted. “Do you really think your sweet Christiana was a virgin when she met you? When she wed you? Her naked body was under mine before you even had a chance to look her in the eye!”

Though I tried to remain calm and composed, I couldn’t help but glance desperately at my wife. Her eyes were clamped shut and she began to sob, proof that what Gandy had said was true.

“It was a long time ago!” Christiana screamed. “Before I met you!”

“Shut up, whore!” Gandy growled.

I gulped. “I don’t care,” I said sternly. “She is my wife and anything she may have done before me is of no consequence. I took a vow.” Christiana’s eyelids flew open in relief. Her gaze fell upon mine and we held each other’s eyes as if saying silent I love you’s though it felt more like goodbyes.

Gandy stiffened and gripped her hair tighter. Losing composure he stammered, “Well, did she tell you we made love a quarter’s night ago?”

Christiana had been with me, caring for our infant daughter. Gandy was full of fucking shit. Though I felt like rolling my eyes, I knew better. “Gandy,” I said instead. “It is late and I demand you to leave my property.”

Gandy’s hands began to grow limp and for a moment I thought that we would be able to put this whole unfortunate situation behind us. My family and I would leave town immediately, never glancing back. Father’s estate would just have to take care of itself and it could stay rotting. It could be food for the termites and worms for all I cared. Unfortunately, that is not how it happened.

Katie’s cry rang through the household, a cry for food, for love, for attention? A cry that still rings through my head every day.

“What is that?” Gandy cried out in a horrified tone. “Another Heckley?!” He looked down at Christiana’s face in shock and anger. “How dare you breed another member of this foul family?” Gandy released her hair, throwing Christiana to the ground. He quickly turned on his heel making his way through my house. His gangly body made odd shadows on the wall as his loose, wavy, blond hair flew in wisps behind him.

“No!” Christiana shouted. She ran after him, pushing him away as she followed Katie’s cries. She ran quickly up the stairs, frantically searching for our daughter. Though I had hidden our infant under a loose floorboard, the emptiness of the house made it difficult to mask her cries. The acoustics amplified her wails easily marking her hiding place.

Gandy  steadied  himself,  having  never  let  go  of  the  gun,  and  began  sprinting  after Christiana. He raced up the grand staircase, two steps at a time, and was quickly gaining ground. I desperately followed after him and flew up the staircase as rapidly as I could. A surge of adrenaline rushed through me and I quickly caught up with him in the upstairs hallway, tackling him to the ground. I grabbed at his hand and began beating it against the wooden stair rail, trying to dislodge the gun. Briefly looking up, I noticed Christiana through the open door of the master bedroom retrieving Katie, carefully swaddling her in her arms.

“Run!” I shouted as I successfully knocked the gun out of Gandy’s thin hand. He growled in pain as I pushed his palm into the ground.

Christiana nodded and looked around for an exit. Remembering the ancient Servants’ passageway, she turned and headed for the door, trying to make a sudden right into the adjacent hallway. Simultaneously, Gandy managed to knee me in the groin and bit my hand, knocking the breath out of me. I fell backwards for a moment, looking up in time to see him grab his gun. Regaining my balance, I lunged forward in an attempt to tackle him. Unfortunately, it was too late. As if in slow motion I saw him cock his gun and aim toward my wife and daughter. With a deafening bang, Gandy pulled the trigger, the gun recoiling against him. Christiana’s eyes went wide as the bullet flew towards her, penetrating my baby girl and in turn traveling through my wife’s body.

“NO!” I screamed.

My throat went hoarse and tears burned my eyes as I watched my family fall to the ground. Blood trickled from Christiana’s mouth and her eyes rolled back, lifeless and vacant. Red stains smeared Katie’s crocheted blanket, turning pink towards the white edges.

Panting heavily, I looked down at Gandy who appeared surprised himself; disbelieving of his own atrocious act. I yelled out inaudibly and kicked out my black leather boot, hitting him square across his face. He fell backward, loosening his grip on the gun, and his nose quickly began spouting out spurts of blood. Quickly grabbing for the gun, I reveled in the cold steel against my palm. Aiming it straight for Gandy’s head, I pulled the hammer back and placed my finger on the trigger.

“Do it!” Gandy demanded. “Do it! I just killed my one and only love!” He began sobbing, the effects of alcohol wearing off his body.

“She never loved you,” I hissed. My hand began trembling, my grip on the gun growing weaker with each passing second. “So what if she slept with you? It was a long time ago and you were just a warm body who never had a hold of her heart.”

He growled at me with narrowed eyes, but soon started laughing as he focused in on the shaking gun. “You can’t do it, can you? You can’t pull that trigger! You may be a useless fuck getting all you want with daddy’s money, but you don’t have the ballocks to kill a man – even when he just shot the fuck out of your family!”

Trembling with rage I applied pressure to the trigger.