Book Preview: Die by the Drop by Kaia Bennett

Die by the Drop by Kaia BennettHi everyone! My name’s Kaia Bennett and I’m an erotic author making the leap into my first love, the paranormal genre! My first erotic paranormal thriller, Die By the Drop (Shivers and Sins Volume 1), is coming soon and I’m so excited to share an excerpt with you. But first, the synopsis and a warning for this dark read:

I’d fought to lead a normal life, despite being anything but.
Until the night three monsters forced me to fight for survival instead.
They turned a short walk through the woods into the road trip to Hell.
The leader made me his, made me dread pleasure and relish pain. Made me want things I’d once feared.
They wanted to break me, bleed me drop by drop.
They picked the wrong witch.

This is a dark paranormal read full of sex, violence, non consent and multiple partner scenes.

If you’d like to be the first to read a sneak peek of SIX CHAPTERS of Die By the Drop, or if you’d like to keep up with me and my work, feel free to sign up for my Newsletter ( Die By the Drop will be my first paranormal erotic thriller, but certainly not my last! Hope you enjoy.

Die By the Drop Excerpt:

Footfalls thudded behind me, gaining with every stride.
I flirted with my own dementia as I ran. Maybe I’d lost my mind again. Maybe my nightmare would end if I could just force myself awake.
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
“Where you going, baby? Your limp dick boyfriend went the other way!”
My heart pounded, but the sinister baritone of my pursuer blocked out the thud in my ears. His voice echoed not just in the woods, but in the marrow of my bones.
He’s real. He’s been watching me the whole time. He’s right behind me!
“C’mon, Evie, come back! We just wanna talk!”
The sound of my name on a stranger’s lips shook me.
We? There’s another one?

It couldn’t be a different voice. It had to be the same man chasing me, trying to make himself more intimidating.
And yet, the voice calling my name now seemed different. Higher, the laughter more frenetic, if no less sinister. I veered to my left and spied movement trailing me.

Determined to leave this guy in my dust, I called on my runner’s skills, skills I’d cultivated by struggling to keep up with Manny’s six-minute mile. I propelled my body forward like a machine, into fatigue and beyond. My greedy lungs sucked in oxygen. My thighs and calves burned like kindling.

No amount of effort put enough distance between us.

“Help! Somebody help!” I’d only enough air to gasp my plea. The pounding in my ears and my own footsteps seemed to drown my cry out.
“Help!” My pursuer mocked my voice, pitching it high and shrill like a B-movie horror vixen. “Somebody help!”
He didn’t even sound winded.

I sobbed in relief. The path leaped into view. Mere seconds and I’d be in my car, calling the police as I sped away.
Running this sonofabitch over was a possibility, too. The fantasy of violent retribution eased the stitch in my side. I gulped cool November air and pushed, pushed, freedom almost within my grasp.
Another man leaped onto the path ahead. I dug in the balls of my feet, praying to skid to a halt and outmaneuver him. I slipped on the slick pine needles and pitched forward. I would’ve slammed into him if he hadn’t lifted me into the air by my upper arms like a child. He must’ve been sporting weird contact lenses, because his eyes reflected light like a cat’s.

No way his pupils are that big. No fucking way.

My chest seized. I couldn’t catch a full breath. I couldn’t break his iron grip. He lifted me above his head and tightened his hold like a sadistic blood pressure machine. I howled in pain and reached for his face with bloodless hands, desperate to revive circulation in my lower arms.
Death stared up at me with white teeth and sharp fangs clenched in a deadly smile. He wore a gray hoodie and curly dark hair obscured his eyes, but those predatory canines were all I cared about. He snapped them like a rabid dog near my face. I kneed him in the sternum in reply. I returned his smile with satisfaction when he wheezed and hit him again.

If I couldn’t run, I’d fight.

Author Links/Short Bio:

Kaia Bennett is a New Jersey native, college graduate, U.S. Army veteran, and erotic author who loves to write stories with diversity, depth, realism and viscerally hot encounters that flirt shamelessly with the taboo. Kaia can be reached at


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