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Title: Immure Diaries Series

Author: H.Q. Frost

Genre: Romantic Suspense

A chance encounter puts Akela Dietz in a stupor for the first time in years. When the encounter happens again and again, she becomes leery of the attractive Brit that puts a beat back into her heart.

Malcolm Corpseknot III is peculiar, too good looking to be true, and a trained killer. When his scope is set on Akela, he’s not sure if he wants to hit or miss. 

She’s a force to be reckoned with, already having given up on life, and she’s going to be the death of him. If she doesn’t end up dead first.

"Who are you?" she demanded answers, not realizing he was pulling her between two buildings.

"I told you, I'm Malcolm Corpseknot the third."

Realizing she was being led to a shaded alley, Akela opened her lips to scream and he slapped his hand over her mouth.
"I'm not going to hurt you," the promise was breathed softly into her ear. "Listen to me." His lips were against her earlobe and his hand sat firmly clamped over her mouth. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to lower my hand. Do not scream." His eyes met hers, waiting for a grunt, or nod, or some indication of an agreement, but she didn't comply. "I want to lower my hand, Akela," he slowly spoke, staring her in the eyes. "Are you going to scream?"
Akela shook her head yes and he chuckled, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.

Cold, collected, crazy. He’s a Death Dealer to the scared. A master to the envious. And a ticking time bomb to the sane.

Lost, living, lusting. She’s fighting for sanity anymore. Finding a new life directed by a dangerous man holding her heart. But her fragile heart breaks every time he walks away.

He’s a devil in disguise, but she likes things hot, and he’s going to be the death of her. If he doesn’t end up dead first.

She rushed to her purse, pouring out a handful of the pills Ed gave her. "Take these." She shoved the now bloody pills into his mouth. "I have to stop the bleeding. Don't move, okay?" Her heart was racing as she ran to the bathroom, grabbing towels and gauze. She could feel her pulse everywhere, making it difficult to use her hands. Taking in the amount of blood, she whimpered, "Malcolm, I don't know what to do."

"Pull it out." He tried to reach the object protruding from his side that looked like a knife sharpening stick. "Pull it out," he exhaled again.
Shaking, she gripped the end and yanked, expelling a painful grunt from him that made her heart scream and stomach sick. The blood poured like a fountain and she quickly put a towel to the circular wound.

"The bleeding won't s-s-stop," her words were stuttered with shock. "I don't know what to do! I have to take you to a hospital."

"No," he growled. "I need Ed.” His voice was too faint, it terrified her that those would be his last words.

She’s followed in his footsteps and doesn’t plan on looking back. He regrets creating the woman she’s become, but he won’t deny she’s skilled. Together they could dominate, but they work better alone.

She’d die for him and he’s killed for her.

Their love has always been a battle that neither can control. As much as she pulls, he pushes. As often as he begs, she denies. There’s one thing that will always be certain. No matter where they end up, the other won’t be far.

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H.Q. Frost is a fiction dictator that resides in Northeast Michigan with her busy family. She's been writing since her teenage years as a hobby, but she decided to share her love with the world a few years ago! The exhilarating journey of the indie world is one she quickly fell in love with and she fan-girls when someone reads the fiction she's created.