New Release | Grimdarke by AK Nevermore #darkparanormalerotica #paranormalMC #newrelease #mustread
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    • Feb 2
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New Release | Grimdarke by AK Nevermore #darkparanormalerotica #paranormalMC #newrelease #mustread



Title: Grimdarke

Author: AK Nevermore

Genre Dark Paranormal Erotica

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

Book Blurb:

 

Out of options and on the run after her psychotic father’s released from jail, Kit Parson heads to the only place she might be safe from him, the Maw of Mayhem MC. The unexpected move buys her time, but also puts her at risk— Surrounded by shifters, her inner cat begs to be released, and after witnessing a brutal attack on her mother as a child, she refuses to let the monster out.

 

Totally doable, provided no bodily fluids are ever exchanged.

 

That means hooking up with the MC’s hot as hell VP, Grimdarke James, is off the table. Mourning the recent murder of the club’s alpha and struggling to control his inner cat, the tattooed Viking god is on thin ice. If he goes feral again, he’ll be put down. Which makes his cat’s insistence that Kit belongs to him problematic, upsetting the delicate balance of the MCs internal politics, and the woman blackmailing Grim.

 

But when Kit’s father catches up with her, Grim has no choice but to trust his cat, and Kit can’t deny their chemistry. Can they hold on to each other when everything is try to tear them apart? After a gruesome triple murder propels them deeper into the paranormal world, they find themselves with unlikely allies, and against mounting odds threatening to destroy everything they hold dear…

 

Excerpt:

 

“Mind if I join?”

 

She glanced over, then away, all dismissive.

 

Yeah, she remembered him. Challenge accepted, baby.

 

A scarf held back hair so dark it shone blue where the light hit it, and those almond eyes -- Okay, those were pretty much telling him to fuck off, but he could smell the lie. She was into him. He grinned, fingering the memory of her fist hitting his jaw, and she flipped a long ebony lock over her shoulder.

 

-- want –

 

Yes, we do… Damn, what the fuck did MK have the heat set at in here? Grim pushed up the sleeves of his Henley, and she snuck another peek at him. Her gaze trailed the tattoos spiraling from his knuckles to his forearms, then jumped to the ink at his open collar, following it up his throat –

 

Eyes whiskey-dark caught his, her pupils blowing wide just like that night. He palmed across the growing wet spot on his thigh, nostrils flaring at the punch of her arousal in the air. Mmm. Yeah. That’s what I’m talking about… Grim stretched a leg behind her stool, juddering it closer.

 

“Hey! You mind?” She pulled away, wobbling. He shot out a hand to steady her, and she bit back a gasp at his touch. Fuck, she was just a little thing under that damned hoodie.

 

“Careful.” He grinned, releasing her to pour another. “I’m Grim. Didn’t expect you to follow me home. You stalking me, baby?”

 

Her eyes widened comically. “What? I -- no… No! God, are you serious?” She shook her head, clearly flustered and pissed off about it, those lush lips of hers flattening to match her glare. “What kind of a name is Grim?”

 

A shitty one. He shrugged. “I’d ask my mama, but she’s thirty-two years dead.

And you are?”

 

Color bloomed over cheeks and she winced. “Kit -- I mean, Katherine. And my stool was fine where it was.”

 

Goddamn, she was fucking adorable on top of gorgeous. “Mmm. I like you close. Wouldn’t want you to cut out on me again.”

 

She snorted like she was daring him to stop her if she tried.

 

Oh baby, please try…

 

Buy Links (including Goodreads and BookBub):

 

 

 

 

As a special treat, the author has released Best Served Hot as a taste for readers. It’s a short story and pretty much all sex. Amazon is trying to charge people .99 for it, but my publisher should have that sorted by the end of the day (crosses fingers):

 

 

Free Prequel: The Maw of Mayhem:

 

 


Author Biography:

 

AK Nevermore enjoys operating heavy machinery, freebases coffee, and gives up sarcasm for Lent every year. 

 

A Jane-of-all-trades, she’s a certified chef, restores antiques, and dabbles in beekeeping when she’s not reading voraciously or running down the dream in her beat-up camo Chucks.

 

Unable to ignore the voices in her head, and unwilling to become medicated, she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy full time. 

 

AK pays the bills writing a copious amount of copy, along with a column on SFF. She belongs to the Authors Guild, is an RWA chapter board member, volunteers for far too many committees, teaches creative writing, and on the rare occasion, sleeps.

 

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