Shay Savage’s new book COMMODITY is LIVE!

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This brand new, stand-alone novel from Shay Savage
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A woman hunted by human traffickers.

A hot and dangerous bodyguard.

Utter destruction.

The end of civilization.

The beginning of a new form of currency.

Women are now the highest COMMODITY.

Commodity Prologue

No one ever saw them.
We didn’t know where they came from or why they came here. We only knew that in one blast, the planet was left in ruins. For weeks, the bodies of men rotted in the streets.
Men. Not women. Not children.
The women and children were gone.
With the cities destroyed and communication impossible, we could only guess what happened. Men gathered in loose tribes, trying to get answers, but there were none to be found.
As the weeks turned into months, survivors emerged from secluded, rural areas, underground shelters, and subway systems in the larger cities. Only a handful of women were among them. Men outnumbered them a thousand to one.
During the first year, the weather warmed. Rainfall nearly stopped. Lights began to appear in the sky, moving slowly over our heads, but they never came down. We had no face for our enemy, so we turned against each other.
Fights broke out as survivors struggled for limited resources. Clean water and food were at the top of the list and would only be traded for fuel, guns, or ammunition.
The few, unfortunate females still to be found became the most prized commodity.

Excerpt

“Ms. Savinski, you need to let me do this. You don’t have any other options.”
“Fuck you,” I growl at him, but he doesn’t change his stance.
“You are under my protection.” He separates each word, making them all count. “I will not let anything happen to you. Sometimes that means going against your wishes, but it’s always in your best interest. Now, we can do this with your cooperation or without. Your choice.”
“What are you going to do?” I ask, challenging him. “Tie me down so you can operate on me?”
“I don’t want to have to do that.”
“But you would?” My heart is pounding again, and there’s pressure behind my eyes.
He closes his eyes and brings one hand up to rub at his forehead. I watch his chest rise and fall as he takes a deep breath before looking back down at me.
“Please, Hannah.” He drops down to his knees in front of me. “I don’t want you scared. I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t touch you any more than I have to in order to get your leg fixed up. Please let me do my job. Let me help you.”
I look down at him in front of me, and I can’t doubt the sincerity in his eyes. My heart is still racing, and I can feel my pulse all through my leg. When I glance down, I see it’s bleeding again.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“I’m sure what I can do will be better than nothing.”
I close my eyes and bite down on my lip. It hurts, but my leg hurts more. I nod quickly before I can change my mind.
“Is it going to hurt?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says. “Want more whiskey?”
“Yes.”
He hands me the bottle, and I take a big swig.
“Take another,” he suggests, and I do.
He goes back to one of the footlockers for more supplies. I don’t look at what he’s bringing over and stacking on the floor next to the bed. I don’t think I want to know.
“Scoot back on the bed,” he says softly. “Lay on your side with your left leg up.”
I do as he says. My whole body is tense despite the whiskey running through my system.
“Try to relax,” he says quietly.

Excerpt 2 (sexy)

I feel his hard cock up against my thigh as his mouth covers mine. I taste myself on him, and it only makes me want more. Despite the release, my pussy is still throbbing. It’s not enough just to come—I want to feel him inside me. I want to watch him lose himself in my body.
Falk wraps an arm around my shoulders and rolls, pulling me over on top of him. I have to adjust my balance as I straddle him and lean back, staring at him. He wants me on top; I can see it in his eyes. He’s still hesitant and unsure, waiting for me to change my mind.
“I want this,” I tell him again. “I want you.”
“You have me,” he says simply. “Do whatever you want.”
“I want you inside me.” I feel his cock flex as the base presses at my apex in answer to my desire, and I reach down to wrap my fingers around it.
It’s glorious, thick, and throbbing in my hand. I run my finger along the vein at the base, and Falk shudders. I glance at him, and his eyes are closed. He runs his tongue quickly over his lips, and his chest rises and falls rapidly.
Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I angle his cock upright and raise myself up on my knees. The head slides easily through my folds, still wet from my orgasm and his tongue. I guide his cock into position, and slowly lower myself over him.
I gasp as our bodies connect. For a moment, I can’t move—I just pause and feel him inside of me. I clench around him, getting used to the pressure, and Falk runs his hands over my hips, then up to my breasts. I start to move on top of him, slowing raising myself up and then dropping back down again.
He feels so perfectly right inside of me—warm and sensual. He alternates between watching my face and looking down to where we’re connected. Every time he looks down, I can feel him tense beneath me.