Sin City

Professional Reviews

"Audrey Godwin has written a breathlessly exciting story.  The reader will be turning the pages furiously to find out what happens next. Her main characters are wonderfully written. Her villains are very dark, and creepy. There is plenty of action, and the relationship between Griff and Lorelei is both cold and heated.  The sexual tension between the two fairly sizzles.
Griff comes over at first as just another horny man out for power and prestige, and you almost start hating the jerk, but during the book, we see a turn about that has you rooting for the both of them to resolve their differences and make their marriage work. Lorelei's revenge is both sweet and poignant, and the ending of the book gave this reviewer the goosebumps. The plot is very multi-layered and the pace exciting. This reviewer will be going back to give this book another read and will highly recommend it to everyone." -- Valerie, Love Romances

4 STARS: "Written with a lot of humor and political intrigue. It was pretty obvious who this story was loosely based on. While there is a lot of humor, there is also a sadness that anyone would treat his wife like that. Audrey Godwin spins a good tale. Her characters are believable. I liked Lorelei. My favorite scene was when she threw Griff out of her bedroom. It was also good to see that Griff "grew up" and realized what a mistake he was making. He had just enough ethics to recognize the spy ring. All in all this is a good read." -- Anne Boling, Review Your Book

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

“At least you have a decent address,” Griff said, then looking down he extended a finger and made a clean trail through a patch of spilled powder. “But the mess is the same.” Noticing the dimly lit room, he felt the romantic ambience of indirect lighting. “No more bright lights? What’s the matter, your photographer on strike?”

She walked up to him with a sexy grin and circled his neck with her arms. “I remembered that you like the dark.”

“I said when a man sins, he does it in the dark.” He looked down at her sarcastically. “What’s the matter? You expect some sinnin’ to be done here tonight?“

“Oh, yes, sir, I do. I also remember that you talk too much.”

He reached up and pulled her arms away. “Yeah? Well, talkin’s all I’m gonna do tonight, baby. I want to know what the hell it’ll take to get you off my back.”

She pursed her lips and began fingering his collar in a coquettish manner. “You’re too up tight. Why don’t you relax and have a little wine?”

“It’s too hot. I like it cold.”

“Wine is supposed to be served at room temperature. Anybody knows that,” she said impatiently then her voice became suggestive. “Come on. A little wine to relax you, a woman to make you feel good. What more could a man want?”

He grabbed her shoulders. “Look, you little slut, I’m not here to drink wine, fuck you, or play your silly little games. I’m here to discuss business.”

“You’re here to make me happy.”

“Happy? I made you happy with a whole briefcase full of money. What the hell else could you want?”

“The money’s fine, but you can’t make love to a hundred dollar bill.”

“Wrap it around your goddamned vibrator,” he yelled then turned to leave. He stopped and turned back to her. “No more packages, do you hear? Nothing. No pictures, no notes, I don’t even want to know if you're alive. Just leave this goddamned city and pretend you never heard of me.”

She indicated toward the TV. “How the hell am I gonna do that? You’re all over the news. Making speeches, going to luncheons, fund-raisers. My God, I’m surprised they don’t take your picture while you’re jerking off.”

“So far, you’re the only one that gets off on that,” he shot out sarcastically then turned and grabbed the doorknob. But before he could get it open, he felt her grab him.

“Griff, please don’t leave. We’ll do anything you want. Talk, make love, anything.” She leaned over and picked up a glass of the liquid she had prepared and pushed it toward him. “You’re too up tight, baby. This will help you relax, will put you in a good mood.”

He looked down into the sparkling liquid, and then up to her glowing blue eyes and felt himself weakening. He looked at the flawless skin; the soft, red perfumed lips; and the firm, young body that reached down deep and brought out the sinful side of him. Looking at her, he could feel a forest fire climbing into his groin. He grabbed her. “You little piece of trash,” he breathed into her face with clenched teeth. “I ought to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk for a month.”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Oh God, yes.”

“It’s smutty, immoral, and indecent,” he agonized, his hunger reflected in his eyes. “What the hell do I want with a tramp like you? You’re dirty and obscene.”

“Doesn’t it turn you on?” she purred. “If you’re going to sin with someone, you don’t want it to be a nun. Right?”

He looked down into her half-closed, passionate eyes and saw a black soul filled with seductive evil. Instead of repulsing him, he felt a deep arousal, and he had to have her—one last time. Looking down at the wine she offered him, he brutally grabbed the glass and threw it against the wall.

Her eyes followed it, watching in distress as the red liquid stained the wall and dripped slowly toward the floor.

He was in another world when he looked at her.

She was like a ripe fruit that he wanted to bite and suck on until she was consumed. He leaned down and carried her to the couch and began brutally ripping and tearing at her clothes.

“Don’t be gentle. I’ve been a bad girl…so bad.”

“You little whore. You deserve to be punished,” he whispered. He looked down at the pale skin, the red lips, and the mountainous breasts of this black-hearted wanton and knew she was his to take whenever, and however he wanted. Knowing that aroused him to the point of no return, causing him to wallow in a sea of unredeemable lust. His breath was coming short and quick, and he felt the deepest, darkest, ugliest emotions he had ever felt before fill him up. He mounted her, forced her legs apart, and lifted them. He felt her wet breath on his ear as she whispered every shameful, filthy, depraved word she knew then began erotically licking his ear.

“Oh, God,” he whispered as he felt her body moving against his. Because he felt the need to wound her, he opened his mouth onto her soft, fragrant skin and drew her essence into his hungry mouth. He didn’t realize what he was doing until he heard her shout out in pain.

He looked down and saw his ugly, red tooth marks on the roundness of her cleavage, and for some reason, he experienced rage. He brought his hand back and hit her but instead of making her angry, it excited her, and she moaned loudly. In her excitement, she bucked against him turning every fiber of his being to fire. Why he didn’t explode he didn’t know. His cock became so hard it was straining against his trousers begging to be free. “Don’t you ever think about Lorelei, and what it would do to her if she ever found out about you?”

She looked up at him with cold, scheming eyes. “Who the hell is Lorelei?”

He suddenly felt a savage rage fill him up. He pulled her toward him with one hand and with the other delivered a stinging slap across her flawless face. When he felt a desire to murder licking at his insides, he brutally pushed her away from him, turned quickly, and ran. He grabbed the doorknob and wrenched it open, causing it to slam against the wall as he left.

Gabrielle jumped up, went to the open door, and looked down the vacant hall. “Harley!” she yelled as loud as she could without someone hearing her.

One of her seedy-looking photographers opened the door of another room, stepped out, and looked over at her. “My God, what happened to you.”

“Griff Nyle happened to me,” she said, already planning her next move.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said with a wicked smile, “just get your camera.”