M.K. Gilher

https://youtu.be/YWTWoY8Y1Jo Check out this awesome trailer for my debut novel, REVIVAL. Thanks to Nicole Angela for making it for me. I'm speechless. It's perfect for Jacade and Ivy. Look for this scene in the vid: I carefully turn the knob and peek in. His hands are on the wall of the shower, his head leaning on his forearms. I instantly recognize the intimate and introspective ballad playing from his phone. "Heal" by Tom Odell. The water runs down his back, over his firm ass, and down into the tub. For a moment, I just take him in. Purple bruises are appearing on his torso. He has those bruises because of what Viktor said to him in the cage about me. He completely lost it. Why would a man who barely knows me defend me so violently? I tiptoe into the bathroom and peel off my clothes, dropping them on the floor. I step up close to his side. He tilts his head to the side when he feels me next to him but puts his forehead back down. I climb behind him and am hypnotized by the eyes of the panther on his back. Omniscient eyes that own secrets begging to be revealed. I float my index finger around the head of the panther. One of the orange bursts of the panther's tongue is reddened as if it was recently tattooed. I glide my finger over the flame and he cringes at my touch. Wrapping my arms around him from...

I hear a weird creaking noise and the lights flicker. I'm jostled about before the elevator jerks to a halt in mid-flight and the lights go out. My fellow elevator patrons gasp and grumble. Random lights appear as people pull out their cellphones. In the commotion of the crowded elevator, I'm heaved back onto my Italian-shoed stranger even more. I feel strong hands wrap around my hips. I'm so close I can feel his chest rising and falling on my back. Oh. Sweet. Jesus. I can't fucking breathe. I can't fucking breathe. His breath is steady and calm on my neck, almost as if he's enjoying watching me struggle for my self-control. The cat pinning the mouse down by the tail as the mouse struggles to get away. Should I pull away from him? The Slut Ivy on my right shoulder rolls her eyes and says, Duh, no silly. Stay right where you are. The Feminist Ivy on my left shoulder is scowling at me. Just get your ass to work on time, woman. The truth is I couldn't move an inch even if I wanted to. Which I don't. Time seems to have stopped. All I know is he's holding me to the heat of his massive male frame. I can't stop the images of this stranger's tongue casually licking its way down my entire body. I haven't even seen this man. But I am a shoe whore, and his shoes were fabulous. I feel an uncontrollable electrical pull toward...