There are times when all of us have wished for total silence, like when writing or during football season when the television is blaring with the umpteenth game on of the day. A few moments without a single sound is the most peaceful thing on earth, but what if it never ended. Imagine being deaf and immune to the sounds around you, all of the time. After a while it may become unpleasant as there are some sounds that are music to my ears.
I think about when my son was born and the sweet sounds of his first cry, which signified life and health. It was the most beautiful sound I ever heard and wouldn’t have traded it for anything. Every time he laughs. Or calls my name. Or tells me I’m the most beautiful mommy in the universe.
There are many mornings I wish I couldn’t hear the alarm go off, but then I would never wake up until noon and always be late to work. Each day starts with a variety of pleasurable sounds that often are taken for granted such as birds chirping, coffee brewing, and the pop of the toaster when my bagel is done.
Imagine sex in total silence. How would it be without ever hearing the heavy moaning, the bed creaking, or the headboard banging against the wall? Sex includes the use of all the senses, and the sounds are a big part of it. It also provides a nice clue for when he is about to climax. Plus, I’d miss the anticipating sound of impact when I get spanked. (Oooops I’ve been naughty ;))
To never hear the words ‘I love you,’ would also cause a sense of loss, whether he really means it or not. Or the whispered sweet nothings he murmurs into my ear.
Jokes wouldn’t be half as funny without all the inflections put into the punch lines.
The taste of an apple would not be nearly as good without the crunch when bitten, popcorn would always burn in the microwave if you couldn’t hear it finish popping (I burn it enough times already), and the absence of the crackling of ice would make cold drinks less appealing.
Sound also gives a sense of warning. The creak of footsteps if an intruder is in the house. The pop of a gun. The threat of an angry person. Scary movies aren’t so scary without the accompanying doom and gloom soundtrack.
Most of us take our ability to hear for granted, and don’t even realize all we would miss if the world suddenly fell completely silent. Our senses are so much a part of us that it never crosses our mind what we would do if we couldn’t hear. Or see. Or smell. Or feel.
Blurb for Madness Ends:
How can she face the danger when she can’t hear it coming?
Kaiya Hanazawa lost her hearing as a child and her family cocooned her in protection. As an adult, she was saved from a human trafficking ring, and her grandfather put her behind walls so high they became her prison. Now she’s free and ready to prove that she isn’t as innocent as she looks.
Gordon ‘Gabby’ Dixon doesn’t say a word—until he meets Kaiya. His knowledge of sign language helps bridge the attraction between them, but he’d never have Kaiya without his best friend Boone Tempest there to keep Gabby’s nightmares at bay.
Kaiya travels with Boone and Gabby to uncover a mystery left by the Men of Hell’s previous club accountant. Little do the three of them realize that a man bent on revenge is following them. At night, passion flares between the threesome, but just before they’re able to reach for the happily ever after, a hailstorm of violence threatens to sweep them away.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal sex and violence.
Publisher’s Note: This book is linked to the Red Wolves Motorcycle Club series and is a sequel to Mad Delights.
Excerpt from Madness Ends:
Boone winked at her, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling, and then turned to leave. She kept her gaze glued on his perfectly sculptured ass encased in well-worn jeans. Kaiya had half a mind to put her fingers to her pussy and bring herself to orgasm. Then she remembered the goodies in the box and hurried from her office, closing the door behind her with a sharp click. She didn’t lock it in case Romeo wanted to look over her progress, but she figured no one would miss her for ten to fifteen minutes.
In her bedroom, she turned the lock on her on her door and hurried to her newly acquired toys. She didn’t waste a second, pulling out the big pink vibrator. She opened the package, washed the thing off and inserted the batteries. Lying on the bed, she lifted her skirt and shimmied from her panties, noting that the encounter with Boone had made her wet.
Closing her eyes, Kaiya flicked on the vibrator, pressed it to her pussy, and let her imagination fly. She pictured Boone and Gabby standing at the bed, watching as she pleasured herself, swollen cocks in their hands as they pumped the shafts. Droplets of perspiration ran down her skin, soaking the sheets beneath her as she fucked herself with the vibrator. There were so many kinky things she wanted to try, and being watched was one of them. Thighs wide, she used her free hand to rub her clitoris, moving her fingers in erotic little circles. She paused every so often to suck the juice from her fingers, relishing the taste of herself. She interspersed light movement with harder, faster rubbing. Her body began to twitch as the first tiny electrical pulses radiated out from her throbbing clit. Her head remained filled with the image of Boone and Gabby watching her, jacking off with her, moaning their approval of such base desires, tugging on their cocks as they called her a dirty names. Cunt. Whore. Yes, she was a dirty little slut.
About Beth D. Carter:
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate high rollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.
I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things. I’ve lived in France, traveled throughout Europe, Australia and New Zealand. I am a mom to an amazing little boy. I’m surrounded by friends and family. And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my ereader, which I’ve named Ruby. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web.
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