Serial, Volume Two (Serial #2) by Jaden Wilkes & Lily White - Media Kit
Follow along as Jude teaches Ronnie her new place in his life while battling the rising need to kill…while Ronnie adapts to Jude’s mysterious ways and increasing demands…and as Donovan hunts Jude and fights his own dark urges.
*This is the second installment in the exciting erotic thriller, Serial…a serial about a serial killer and the one he loves and the one who wants to destroy him*
Serial: Volume Two by Jaden Wilkes
REVIEW: 5 "Twisted" Stars
What happens when you put the two Duchesses of Darkness together for a Serial? You have an instant hit. I love the Serial series. Its twisted. Its dark. Its everything I want it to be! Even after being shocked speechless, I find myself pacing the floors for the next installment. Some would say the shock and awe would push them away, I say bring it on!! This is a serial read so Serial Volume 1 must be read before this.
Serial Volume 2 picks up shortly after where Volume 1 left off. Jude seems that he may be getting sloppy with his mistakes as he obsesses over the two woman he is keeping hidden. He can't kill Ronnie, he just can't. But that is driving the monster inside of him crazy. Jude crosses paths with a girl named Patty who is in a terrible situation. Will she solve his need to kill? Will she be his next victim?
Then there's Agent Blake. He is following his gut when it come to Billy's murder, Ronnie's disappearance and the Cascades Killer. I truly believe he will be the one to take Jude down. Well, that is if Jude doesn't get to him first.
I have so many unanswered questions after finishing Serial: Volume 2 and I am dancing around in anticipation like a lil girl who has to pee. I love Jaden Wikes and Lily White and once again, they DID NOT disappoint
Reviewed by Becky N
“How was your day?” she asked, with the intimacy of a long married couple.
I crossed to the bed and sat beside her, inhaled her scent, the intoxicating mix of expensive bath products and her unique underlying flavor.
“It was good,” I replied and felt her lean towards me. She pressed her little body against mine with such a familiarity that for a moment I almost dropped my guard and flipped her over on the bed for a fuck.
Instead I lifted my arm and let her snuggle in, cozy herself against me and hoped she didn’t feel my heart throbbing against my ribcage in surging desire.
“I was kinda bored,” she said, “is there any way to get cable in here? Maybe internet access? I’ve watched all the DVDs you provided and I’ve read every book a couple of times over.”
That was impressive, I hadn’t thought her the type to read so quickly. She’d been with me almost two weeks now and didn’t seem like the brightest bulb in the box, as they said.
“No cable,” I told her, not wanting her to see the recent coverage on the disappearances from the Waffle House, hers included. “I’ll get you Netflix, how’s that? You can watch movies and TV and such.”
“Sounds good,” she replied, “any chance of wifi or a tablet or something?”
“Not yet,” I said, “Billy’s still out there, who knows where he’ll be watching and waiting to find you. He’s apparently pissed that you got away. I’ve heard through the grapevine that he’s willing to pay top dollar to have you killed.”
She flinched when I said it and dropped her gaze to the floor. “Did you talk to him? Did he…say anything?”
“I haven’t spoken to him directly, I’ve just heard things. You don’t still…care for him, do you?”
“Oh god, no. I don’t know why I wasted so much time with him in first place. I’m so embarrassed that I stuck with him, that you saw…”
Her voice trailed off and she felt stiff against me. She was highly self-conscious of her terrible choices, her shitty background and her impoverished upbringing.
I could deconstruct her and rebuild her into the kind of women she should be. The kind of woman who was worthy of being my Pet.
I had about a month to work on her before the wedding. I promised myself two weeks and I’d be taking her to meet the parents.
A month and she’d meet all my friends, be brought into my social circle and seal my status as normal and right on target.
I squeezed her and moved to get up. Her eyes snapped up to my face and she whispered, “Please don’t leave me, don’t go.”
“Don’t you have enough food? Are you running out of pain meds?”
“It’s not that,” she replied.
“What is it?”
She didn’t reply right away so I hooked my thumb under he chin and pulled her to face me. Her startlingly blue eyes were wet with unshed tears. “I don’t want to be alone,” she said, “Please stay with me. Hold me tonight.”
How could I tell her no? How could I deny her my touch?
I thought about the girl strapped to the table in the warehouse and calculated my odds. She should still be alive by the time I went to her again. For that night I decided to hold my Pet, I caressed her and let her presence wash over me, dispelling the red tide that was rising in me even as I sat back down beside her.
She leaned against me again, my beautiful girl, exquisite in her naked vulnerability.
So delicate and so fragile.
So easy to crush if I gave in, just said fuck it and let the red heat rise.
But I didn’t. I fought it and I fell.
Even farther in love.
Jaden Wilkes’ Bio:
Jaden is the pen name of a girl living on the prettiest farm in BC. She shares her space with her husband, her children, and an Irish Wolfhound named Tiberius. She can now br found lurking in the dark corners of the internet looking for artful porn gifs, dirty poems and places to promo her work.
Lily White’s Bio:
Lily White is a dark writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. Most of the time she can be found wandering around aimlessly while her mind is stuck in some twisted power play between two characters in her head. You may recognize her in public by the confused expression, random mumbling, and occasional giggle while thinking up a scene. Lily’s favorite things in life are reading, thinking about reading, buying books for reading…and writing. Her other secret pleasure is meeting her plot editor in public to discuss her books and watching the shocked expressions of the people around her that don’t realize she’s talking about a book. When Lily is not reading, writing, wandering or freaking out innocent bystanders, she’s sleeping.