When You’ve Been…Burned

Betrayed. Forsaken. He’s a lone wolf, demons plaguing his every dream. She’s running from a past that will find her. When she breaks into his home, running from a group of dangerous men…sparks fly. Be careful of the explosion.

That’s exactly what my latest release is about. He’s not only a Wildland firefighter as well as a decorated Marine, he’s hiding from a past he can’t stand to remember. Can he protect her from the dangerous sect determined to hunt her down?

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BURNED

EXCEPRT

The bastard had to be awake.

“Now, as you might be able to tell, I have a gun and it’s locked and loaded. I suggest you burned_fullpull down the covers slowly and get the fuck out of my bed so we can talk about this little issue like two adults.”

There were no cries of horror or any movement, but I could tell the person was at least alive by the rapid rise and fall of the covers. “I’m going to give you one more warning and a count to three. Then things are going to get mighty ugly.”

Still no response.

The fucker.

“One. Two.” I hesitated. I honestly wasn’t in the damn mood for a fight, but the asshole had no idea the kind of man I was.

Or what I was capable of.

“Three.”

When the covers were thrown back, I was surprised as hell, enough so she managed to jump out of the bed, nearly tossing me to the floor. Her flaming red hair captured my attention first, her voluptuous body with curves meant for a man to hold and squeeze second, and her penetrating, nasty glare last. Her eyes were luminescent in the stream of sunlight and I could swear to God they were glowing with fury.

“What the—” My words were cut off given she reacted quickly and within a split second, a hard kick was placed in my gut just seconds before the asshole managed to skirt around me, racing out of the room.

I could swear she gave a warrior’s battle cry as she fled.

This was no ordinary interloper.

Shock rushed into my system, the mere hint of pain laughable. I knew one thing for certain. Shewasn’t going to go very far in a tee shirt and bare feet.

By the time I regained my wits and raced toward the front door, I simply stood on the porch, grinning like a little kid. Buck had everything completely under control. He’d managed to climb out of the window, his need to protect his master exactly what he’d been taught.

“No! Get off. Get off of me!” she screamed as Buck wrestled her to the ground, his massive one-hundred-twenty-pound frame easily keeping her pinned underneath him.

A prisoner.

My prisoner to be exact.

I had to admit, now that the shock had worn off, that my cock was twitching. Everything about this woman was intriguing. I wasn’t ashamed to admit my balls were tight as drums. Even with a hunk of a fur ball straddling her, I managed to catch one hell of a glimpse of her stunning physique. She thrashed on the ground, moaning and throwing up her hands in an effort to try to keep his muzzle from her face.

Too bad.

I enjoyed the show, listening to the stream of curse words as she pitched and rolled. Finally, she seemed to notice my presence as Buck continued to enjoy alternating between barking and licking. “Get this beast off of me!” she demanded, as if she owned the joint.

“Beast. Well, Buck, I think we might just have to change your name.” I sauntered forward, the rifle still in my hand. Buck’s tail wagged back and forth, satisfied that he’d taken command of the intruder.

“Are you going to get him off?” she snapped as she tossed her head back and forth in an effort to avoid his rough tongue.

“Maybe, but only after you tell me what the fuck you were doing in my house. Breaking and entering is a felony in this state.”

“What?” Her eyes opened wide. “I just… I just found the door open and no one was here. I didn’t think anyone lived here and…” She kicked her foot on the ground and closed her eyes, groaning.

“Nice story.” There was a part of me that was enjoying this way too much. I had to admit a sexy intruder certainly got my blood boiling. I bit back a laugh before motioning to Buck. “Go on, buddy. I think we have her trapped. She’s not getting out of my clutches any time soon.”

“Trapped? What? Don’t you even dare think about it. You’re an asshole.”

“Hell, woman, I’ve been called a lot of things in my life. Give it your best shot.”

“Jerkoff. Creep. Prick.”

Buck whined then dragged his tongue all the way from her chin to her forehead.

“Such a foul mouth. Did your mama and daddy ever teach you manners? By the way, I think he likes you. Must mean you’re not all bad,” I said as casually as possible.

After giving me the middle finger, she folded her arms, giving me a hateful look.

I threw out my hand, beckoning with my fingers. “All right, sweetheart. Enough with the games. Come on and get up. We need to talk about this… intrusion.” I certainly hadn’t seen another vehicle of any kind and she certainly didn’t look like the camping type. My radar was on high alert.

“I don’t have to talk to you!”

Sighing, I shook my head once again. “For a woman in a tee shirt and no shoes, you really don’t understand who’s in charge. Do you?” It seemed like the light finally settled in, her smug look shifting to one of conciliation, but I wasn’t about to buy it.

Yet.

“He’ll eat me. What the hell is he? A ferocious beast.”

Another demand. The girl was a little hellion. “Buck is a black lab husky mix. Every bit of him muscle and verve.” I watched her face pale, her entire body tremble. “Oh, and he’s very dangerous.” The lie seemed plausible enough. Little did she know that Buck might lick her to death, but nothing more.

“Dangerous,” she moaned. Furrowing her brow, she hesitated before carefully moving to a sitting position, realizing all of a sudden that I had a bird’s-eye view of her long, shapely legs and perfectly smooth pussy. The tee shirt had shifted, bunching up by her upper thighs and I bit back my own series of moans. My mouth watered, my throbbing cock now shoved hard against the rough zipper of my jeans. I should do the gentlemanly thing and look away, but damn, the woman turned me on.

She jerked the tee shirt, or I should say my shirt down, her glare turning nasty. She’d even raided my closet.

“Asshole,” she muttered, snapping her legs together, her face shining a bright crimson.

“You’re calling me an asshole when you’re the one sleeping in my bed in my tee shirt?”

“I…” she stuttered, her luscious lips pursing.

The moment our hands touched, a burst of electricity shot through me, yanking my mind in dirty, vile places. For a few seconds, everything slipped into slow motion, allowing me to absorb the beautiful essence of the woman who’d been sleeping in my bed.

Perfect porcelain skin.

Dashing green eyes.

Voluptuous breasts.

I wanted to ravage every inch of her body like some damn Neanderthal. Jesus Christ. What was wrong with me? Oh, yeah. Celibacy.

She tipped her head, staring into my eyes, hers all dreamy and riddled with fear. She had no idea what to make of the hulking man no doubt still covered in soot and grime. I hadn’t bothered to take a shower after making it back to the base. I’d simply grabbed Buck and took off, needing my space.

“Who are you?” I heard her whisper, dragging me back to reality.

I knew if I wasn’t careful, I could be drawn into her web. Giving her a yank, I pulled her onto her feet. I towered over her and in truth, she seemed tiny and helpless as she stood mere inches away, her lower lip quivering. “I think I need to be the one asking questions. What’s your name? This could still get very ugly if you lie to me.”

“Fuck you! I’ll get out of your hair. You’ll never see me again.” She slapped a hand on her hip, further outlining all the glory God had given her. Her eyes held fire and the fading sun highlighted her face, giving her complexion a soft rosy glow. I could see the outline of her hard nipples poking through the thin shirt and every caveman-like desire roared through my system.

I wanted nothing more than to kiss her.

Lick her.

Fuck her.

Her answer was laughable. “That’s not going to happen, sweetheart.”

“I ain’t your sweetheart, buster,” she said, snorting.

I hadn’t expected the hard punch, her fist connecting with my chest. When she swiveled and kicked out, almost catching me in the balls, all the time for fantasizing was over. In one easy move, I threw her over my shoulder, immediately storming toward the house. I wasn’t the kind of man to take shit from anyone, including a feisty woman who thought she was all that.

No matter the condition of my cock.

Buck remained on his haunches near the truck, whining as he usually did when he couldn’t get his way. I gave him a single lift of my eyebrow as I stepped onto the porch and he came running.

“Put me down, you brute! You horrible man.” As she pummeled her fists against my back, my cock only ached more, my mind shifting into every delicious thing I wanted to do to her.

To a stranger.

To an intruder.

But first things first.

Getting to the bottom of who the hell she was and how in God’s name did she get here? I hadn’t noticed any clothes, a suitcase or anything personal. The terrain was harsh, the fires surrounding a significant portion of the mountain, closing off several of the roads. And it appeared she’d been here for a few days. My curiosity might kill me, but a damsel in distress was difficult to resist.

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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VIRGIN – A MAFIA BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

SYNOPSIS

Yesterday I’d never been kissed. Today every inch of me belongs to him.

I didn’t ask for a guardian, but it wasn’t up to me.

I disobeyed him, just to see what he would do.Then I found out what happens to bad shanna handel coverlittle girls.

She earned herself a taste of my belt. She got much more than that.

I knew this sassy princess would need a firm hand.

I planned to take her over my knee.

Then I decided to take her as mine.

EXCERPT

I emerge from the shadows. Dante’s no longer on the couch. He’s in the kitchen. Standing behind a high barstool that he’s moved to the center of the room. His hands rest on the back of the stool. His gaze is locked on mine.

I approach warily. Why do I feel as if I’m walking into a trap? I hand him his phone. Thank him for the use of it.

“How’s Rockland?” he asks.

“Doing well. But I assume you’ve already spoken to him.”

“I may have.”

I raise a brow to him. “And tattle-taled on me?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“He asked. I answered.”

“What’s the chair for?”

“It’s your naughty chair.”

An ice-cold tension rises from my center. He’s got to be kidding.

“A naughtychair? I’m a grown woman!”

“Are you?” His gaze is cutting. His face smug.

“Yes. Look at me.” I brush my hands over my body.

“Pull your skirt up.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Pull your skirt up.”

I don’t want to obey. I want to run. But where would I go? And something about the set of his jaw tells me it’d be best if I follow his orders. Creeping heat melts the ice and rises in my skin. My knees weaken. I can’t believe I’m complying. But somehow, I’m grabbing the hem of my skirt. Inching it up until it’s around my thighs.

“Now pull your panties down. Just until they’re right under the curve of your bottom.”

My face burns. I stare at my feet and do as he commands. Holding my skirts up, I hook my fingertips in the waist of my simple white cotton panties. I tug them down, leaving them around the tops of my thighs. I feel so naughty. So childish. So… hot. His commanding tone, his authoritative stance… it has my nipples peaking beneath my bra. My pussy pulsing in my bunched-up panties.

“There you go. Now hold your skirts up. And turn around and show me your bottom.”

“I…” My protest is cut off as he gives me the look. The one that makes my insides twist… and my core turn to liquid.

But, again, I do as he says. I lift my skirt, overly aware of how exposed my bare bottom is. Cool air rushes up my skin. A gush of arousal immediately rushes between my legs.

“Still pink.”

Inwardly I groan. Shame fills me; I’m completely humiliated, standing here before him, his eyes admiring my bared bottom, pink from his earlier punishment. This is not the scenario I imagined taking off my clothes for a man for the first time.

“Keep your skirt in place. Now, why would I have you standing here like this—a grown woman with her spanked bottom exposed like a naughty little girl?” My mouth gapes as I stand speechless. He’s more than happy to answer his own question. “She needs a lesson in obedience. Obviously the first punishment didn’t take and someone needs to be punished again.”

“Again! What did I do?” My fingers clutch around the material of the skirt of my dress.

“I think you know.”

My mind whirrs, flashing through the moments of the day. A sinking feeling enters my stomach. The bathroom—when he told me to stay, but I didn’t and I opened the door to join him. “I was scared—”

“This is going to be your naughty chair. For me to spank you. Other times you can sit on it and think about obeying me. Come,” he pats the seat, “try it out.”

It’s humiliating. I know I should run, fight, refuse. But where would I go? Race toward the bulletproof glass only to smash into the sides like a bug trapped beneath a cup? Also, there’s the curious pulsing in between my legs. Getting warmer and rising in my core. I stare at his stony face. Jaw set, determined to teach me a lesson.

My knees feel weak, my legs made of gelatin. My bare bottom exposed, I shuffle over, the humiliation rising with every difficult step. My panties pull around the tops of my thighs, restricting my movement.

I’m beside the chair. My teeth sink into my bottom lip. I sneak a glance at him and the authoritative set of his features releases a gush of arousal. My body is betraying me. My legs should be running, my arms pushing him away. Yet… I stand here, holding my skirts obediently. Hovering by a chair he has deemed my naughty chair.

“Bend over.”

I can’t.

I shoot him one last pleading glance. He’s not budging. I take a deep breath, angle myself over the seat. Even worse than bending over is the knowledge he will want me to lift my own dress. With shaking fingers, I raise my skirt, quickly flipping it over my back. The cool air rushes over my skin, my bottom fully exposed to him.

I lay over the chair, my stomach pressing into the seat.

My head hangs down. I don’t know what to do with my arms so I grab the legs of the chair. My long hair falls around my face, making a curtain of privacy. He’s picked this stool because it’s the perfect height for me. My panties are rolled tightly beneath my bottom, my skirt up and over my back. My bare bottom is stuck out as if it’s beckoning him, begging for his attention. I’m careful to keep my legs closed tightly together so as not to give him a peek of my pussy, slick with arousal.

I sense him walking around the chair. Standing behind me. My fingers tighten around the chair legs. Then I feel the light stroking of the tips of his fingers over my skin, sending chill bumps down the backs of my thighs. The first real touches of a man on my body. There’s a rush in my womb, my breasts feel heavy, my nipples tight.

He says, “Or, at a time like this, you may bend over it to have your bottom plugged by me.” The warm turned-on feeling stops cold. Is he serious? Putting something… into my bottom?

I’ve got to get out of here. Make it to a bedroom and lock myself in until this godforsaken shield lifts. My muscles tense and I raise my head, gazing at the stairs. I take a deep breath and prepare to raise my torso, planning to shove past him and run like I’m a finalist at a track meet. I start to straighten, but he’s anticipated my move. His hand presses into my lower back, holding me down against the seat. His arm is like lead. He’s too strong. Too fast. My head hangs in defeat.

His hand presses harder into my back. “Going somewhere?”

“You can’t do this to me! My cousin will kill you. He will gut you. He will—”

My words are cut off by my gasp as he gives my bare ass a hearty slap with his hand. I suck air between my teeth as the sting spreads—his hand is massive, and half my ass is on fire from his one spank. He says, “Your cousin will thank me.”

I stare over my shoulder, glaring at him. How could Rockland do this to me? How could he allow this sadist to punish me this way? I can see just enough of him to watch in horror as he pulls from his pocket a slim tube and something shiny. It’s small and narrow and silver. I watch him, wide-eyed as he squeezes a good amount of jelly on the tip of what must be the plug.

My fight returns. I struggle against him. “That. Is notgoing inside of me.”

“Isn’t it?” My struggle stops as I freeze in horror—his fingers are in the cleft of my ass! His strong fingers are pressing my cheeks apart. I clench my muscles as tightly as possible, fighting off the invasion. His deep, smooth voice croons, “Spread your legs for me, honey.”

“Not on your life, sweetheart,” I hiss between clenched teeth.

His fingers push harder in between my glutes. He’s centimeters away from my rear entrance. “Makes it easier, but it’s your choice.”

I calculate my options. I have none.

I’m going to have to open my legs. Showing him my pussy in all its glistening glory. Wet from his words, his face, his touches. Sweat pricks at my brow, my heart exploding in my chest.

I’ll be exposing myself for the first time to a man. It’s a heady sensation—the idea of him getting a glimpse of my puckered hole, my wanting pussy. I could have lubed the damn plug myself, I’m so wet. And he’s about to see all of that. Every inch of the most secret parts of my body.

I try to breathe as I inch my legs apart. The elastic waist of my panties digs into the flesh of my thighs. Air rushes over the aching between my legs.

What is he thinking? Is he turned on? Can he smell the scent that reaches me—the warm earthy musk of my own arousal?

When he speaks, his voice is gruff, husky. “Take a deep breath,” he says, stroking my back lightly. The tone of his words, the lightness of his touch make me feel he’s as affected as me. Making my core throb. I shift my weight on my toes.

The cold tip of that… thingis pressing against my entrance. Pushing gently. The pressure is strange, yet erotic. I find a kitten-like mewing rising in my throat. My body betrays me again. I clench, my orifice trying to fight this intruder. In retaliation, it presses harder, the tip pushing past my unwilling muscles. I moan, the stretching sensation of my ass sends a gush from my pussy.

He pushes again.

More stretching, more pressure, and the head is inside of me. I release a little whine of shame, confusion. But the arousal continues to pool between my legs as he gives the plug one final push.

It’s all the way inside of me.

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Forced. Owned. Taken. Mafia Masters.

You know how much I love my mafia men. They are rugged and dark, dangerous yet loving. The third in the Mafia Masters series is no exception. However, Aleksei is all Russian Bratva, even more dangerous than the others in the Sons of Darkness. HOT off the presses and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription. See what you think.

FORCED TO COOPERATE 

Willow

Spank me? Fuck me?

I didn’t care how horrible my death, there was no way the asshole prick was going to lay a hand on me.

Again.

I was mortified at my earlier behavior. Oh, God, I’d been so stupid.forcedtocooperate_full

“No,” I said without thinking. Without weighing the consequences.

Aleksei took another deep breath, holding it while he walked around the desk and dangerously close to me. “What did you say?”

His voice was so authoritative, booming even in its husky yet level tone.

“You heard me,” I half whispered, taking a steep away, ready to bolt to the door. There was still a chance that I could make it to my car. My brother would keep me safe.

The Russian was far too quick, grabbing and yanking my arm. He lowered his head until I finally got the full effect of his hot breath. “I suggest you rethink your boldness. In my world, your word is your honor. I would hate to think I couldn’t trust you.”

My reaction was swift, much like his. I spit across his face, laughing at his incensed reaction. “You are a madman.”

Blinking, he narrowed his eyes as he wiped the wetness off his face. “You will pay for that dearly, my sweet. Of all the things you might have heard about me, let’s make one thing perfectly clear. You have no recourse unless you’d like to see your brother facing my soldiers. He won’t return.”

“You don’t like to get your hands dirty, Aleksei? You can’t handle the stain of blood soaking into your expensive suits and crisp shirts?” I’d struck another chord. I’d known men like him all my life, those preferring to look the other way when the real work needed to be done.

His bristle was par for the course. “No, sweet cherie. This time, it will be very personal, and I will make certain you have a front row seat.”

My brother and I didn’t always agree. I knew his reputation in business, the things people said behind his back. He was almost as ruthless as Aleksei and his father, but Peter was the only family I had, and I’d vowed to protect him and his business at all costs. “I will not betray him.”

“Then he will die.”

The words were simple, the meaning clear.

I had no choice.

As if sealing the deal, he captured my mouth, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and holding me in place.

I moaned, ready to slam the glass against the side of his neck but he thought of that maneuver as well, snagging my wrist. The weight of his body was intense, the heat emanating from every pore overwhelming. And just as with the kiss we’d shared before, my body responded instantly, my back arching and my legs quivering. The taste of him was incredible, the hint of scotch more powerful than I’d care to admit.

Even visions of our naked bodies entwined together surfaced, my nipples reacting by hardening even more. Aching.

Longing to be plucked and twisted.

No. Fuck, no.

I loathed myself, humiliated that Aleksei knew how much I was attracted to him. As he thrust his tongue inside, commanding mine, demanding me to succumb, I allowed myself to float away. I’d always been able to pretend. This was no different. Everything about the man reeked of passion as well as danger and I’d been caught in his web. The only thing I could do was play along, accepting my role in some conniving scheme.

Then I would strike.

Yet he consumed me with his mouth, relentless in his growing hunger. The passion became unbridled in every move, demanding in a way I couldn’t ignore. As his tongue easily gained control, I could tell he anticipated I’d succumb, yet I refused, pushing hard against his chest. His hold was far too powerful, every move he made nothing more than a reminder of his dominance over me. As he ground his hips against mine, I moaned into the kiss, cognizant of just how hard his cock had become.

I hated the man, loathed him.

I also couldn’t stand myself, furious that every part of me continued to tingle even as the electricity soared.

His touch became almost gentle as he eased back, his breathing ragged. He brushed his hand through my hair before sliding his fingers to cup my cheek and chin, running his thumb across my lips in a brutal manner. Back and forth, over and over again. “I think I’m clear now. You have no other choice but to surrender. I daresay your desire betrays you.”

Exasperated, I shook my head. He was absolutely right. My body had betrayed me, but my mind was clear. If I was forced to play his game I would, but only until I gained a greater advantage.

And I would.

“Fine, Aleksei. You win the prize. Just watch out. You might not be happy with who and what I am.” I took a decided step away, my fingers aching as I yanked the shirt over my head, my eyes never leaving his.

He was enthralled, his eyes glowing. His expression was that of a man finally receiving the special toy he’d been promised. A true barbarian in nature, feigning sophistication on the outside. I planned on unraveling every one of those dark secrets buried deep in his psyche, exposing both him and his father for the beasts they’d become. I was far more cunning than he was.

I found myself turning slightly as I unfastened my jeans, unzipping before fighting to remove my boots. Perhaps that’s when reality set in, a paralyzing sickness of what was about to occur. Once he marked me, I feared there would be no return.

I’d been taught to remain strong, understanding that enemies came in various packages. I’d just never expected to fall prey to true predator.

You can do this. You will do this.

If only to find a way to protect my family and our business.

When I was fully naked, the strangling suffocation wrapped around my neck had nothing to do with any fingerprints or damage he’d left. I could barely stand myself.

“Let me see you. Hold your arms over your head,” he instructed.

I did as I was told, grasping my fingers together as I moved directly in front of him.

Using his index finger, he twirled the long digit, expecting me to follow.

Once again, I responded, turning in a full circle.

“So beautiful, my lovely cherie. What I’m going to do to your gorgeous body.” Then his tone changed, transferring into the level of darkness I’d anticipated. “Over the desk. Hands gripping the sides. You will not move. You will not cry out. If you do, your punishment will be much worse. I hope that you understand?”

“Yes. Fine.”

Before I was able to pass by him, he gripped and squeezed my chin. “Do not rile me, Willow. I am not a man to be fucked with. You should have learned that by now. Your brother has done you a disservice by not sending in another to try and kill me. That is… unless he wants to get rid of you.”

“How. Dare. You. My brother loves me. He’s a good and wonderful man and…” He’d goaded me and I’d fallen into his snare. Hissing, I jerked away, moving directly toward the desk and leaning over. I hated this, detested every concept of submitting in any manner. One day, no matter the cost, Aleksei would face my revenge, and he would never see it coming. On that day, my soul would sing with joy.

I could no longer feel my hands as I gripped the edge of the desk. I could only imagine what else he had in store for me.

“Very nice. You can follow directions.”

Every curse word was on the tip of my tongue, ever derogatory comment that I’d heard coming from my brother’s mouth. Peter considered Aleksei enemy number one and I’d accepted the belief, waging a war against the Petrovs, only asking limited questions. I was usually thorough, finding out every aspect of my mark before attempting to take out my target. This time, I’d merely glanced at the internet, reading a few articles, most negative stories regarding the Petrov family. What if Aleksei was right? Was there any possibility my brother wasn’t on the up and up, trying to take on two mafia families? Oh, Jesus. My fear and anxiety were doing the talking.

Hearing the sound of his buckle being unfastened had a ripple effect deep inside. Every nerve ending was on fire, every portion of my body shaking and blood pumping in a way that made me lightheaded.

No one had ever disciplined me, at least not in this way. I was the scrappy girl, the one who’d been taught to fight like a man. I’d saved myself from street thugs and assholes hell bent on forcing me into a sinful tryst more than once. This man, this fucking poor excuse for a human being thought I deserved something of this nature.

“Your beautiful bottom is going to wear my marks for days,” Aleksei stated in his usual husky tone, his accent far too attractive.

I shifted, cursing him under my breath.

“I can hear you, sweet cherie. I won’t tolerate insolence of any kind. I assure you, this is your first lesson of many.”

Why did his velveteen voice have to create myriad sensations? Lust. Anger. Fear. They all mingled together in an unrelenting fashion. I held my breath as the whooshing sound floated all around me, bracing for the pain. When the first crack was slammed against the floor, it took everything out of me not to jump out of my skin.

My breath was shallow, my mind reeling as various images and thoughts pressed deep into my brain. There had to be a way to get out of his grasp.

I honestly wasn’t prepared for the quick revolution, the way the thick leather slashed down on my naked skin. While there was no instant moment of anguish, I was cognizant that my senses were all on overload, preparing for the onslaught.

Just a mere taste. Imagine how the story starts…

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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A Taste of Defiled…

I have a brand new dark, dangerous and delicious book releasing later today. I thought I’d give you a preview of this very different story. Imagine if the Devil had a son. Imagine if the Prince of Darkness desired a human to take as his very own. Finally, imagine if there were dark forces doing everything to keep them apart, the Prince banished from his world and forced to walk among humans.

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DEFILED

Sadie

“You have always been mine. Mine to take. Mine to use. Mine to punish. And mine to fuck. I’m coming for you, Sadie. There is nowhere you can run and no way you can hide. I. Will.defiled_full Find. You. And when I do, you will beg me for more. More pleasure. More pain. You’ll have everything you’ve ever craved, but only after you surrender to me body and soul.”

I blinked several times, shuddering as I glanced from right to left. This wasn’t real, but I could almost see his face as the smooth deep baritone of his voice slid all the way down my body, unfurrowing in my pussy. I was wet and hot, much like I was every time he came to me. A fantasy? A dream?

Or reality…

Visions swirled in front of me, vibrant colorations of my naked body being draped over a thick wooden bench, my captor spanking me, the thick leather strap slicing across my skin both agonizing and delicious.

“You deserve harsh punishment,” he whispered, his hot breath skating across my neck and back.

Crack!

The pain was intense, driving me to a wild state, struggling and whimpering. He gave another series of hard strikes, each one landing directly across my sit spot. I was so ashamed at my body’s reaction, burning desire building, feasting on every cell and muscle. I gathered a scent of my longing, my nipples aching to be plucked and pinched. I could swear I felt his hand between my legs, stroking my tender skin, fingers driving past my swollen folds. My entire body tingled, and in my fantasy, I begged him for more.

Only seconds later, I envisioned his cock, so hard and long, the bulbous end purple from his raging desire.

And my mouth watered at the thought of sucking him, taking every drop of his sweet cream. My pussy quivered in anticipation of being fucked like the bad little girl I truly was.

A loud clap of thunder brought a whimper from my throat, my heart racing. He was real. I knew it in my heart and he was coming for me.

The End of Days.

I’d been told for years that the horrific rapture that would consume every righteous mortal was right around the corner. Then darkness would ensue, consuming and feasting. Those who followed the teachings of the devil would be spared, allowed to control the Earth, enslaving God-fearing creatures to do the biddings of their master.

Rapture: A mystical experience in which the spirit is exalted to a knowledge of divine things.

Rapture: Ecstasy, bliss, ravishment.

The meaning in the dictionary certainly gave me several other sinful thoughts, none of them having to do with a beast bearing sharp horns.

I bit back a laugh, wiggling in my seat, my pussy clenching. Such bad girl thoughts.

I’d also heard there was one human female who’d been imprisoned, prepared to fight against the tyranny as established by Lucifer and his followers. She was still enslaved, her mind and body broken from years of torment.

Stories told over campfires, in order to instill good behavior in little girls and boys. Very few believed in the ancient teachings, but I’d come to expect that at least some of what I’d read held a certain amount of accuracy.

Humans, after all, needed discipline.

Evil. Evil. Evil.

The notion continued to swirl around me, nightmares keeping me awake. My eyes were so dry they ached, and my throat was parched. I hated being here. Coerced.

Forced.

Like a good little girl.

I shuddered at the thought. The sad truth? I couldn’t stand my life.

“The devil is amongst us!”

The way my father shouted from the pulpit made me cringe, but he and his followers truly believed in good versus evil. I slunk down in the hard bench-style seat, longing to be with my books and all alone, fantasizing about another life. That would never happen. My parents never left me alone. Being the daughter of a charismatic cult leader meant I was required to attend every service. I was twenty years old and was still controlled by a man who believed I was riddled with sin.

Maybe I was.

I read romance novels.

I dreamed of a dark knight taking me away from this place, protecting me.

I longed for the touch of a man, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. My pussy clenched just thinking about a rugged man’s hands gripping my thighs as he pressed his face into my wetness. I shoved my knees together, terrified that the scent of the juice trickling into my already damp panties was detectable. These weren’t proper thoughts for a minister’s daughter. They weren’t pure.

Evil.

The word licked at me. Shivering, I bit my lip and dared glance around at the congregation as the believers raised their fists in acceptance. Jesus was their savior.

I didn’t have one.

I was shocked that my father held so much control over them, everyone else in town realizing the teachings were vile in every manner. Sadly, even law enforcement had turned their head, refusing to get in the middle of the freak show.

I jumped, hearing the clap of thunder, able to see the bold strike of lightning shimmering through the stained-glass windows. The eeriness of the vibrant caricatures, depictions of good versus evil, made my skin crawl. Even the rumble of wind through the hundred-year-old trees seemed more dangerous tonight, as if there was a festering of evil crouching just outside the doors.

Crack!

The sound was ominous, casting shadows into the dimly lit church. Candles flickered, the howling wind creeping through the aging windows and doors.

“And we shall cast out that demon before he takes hold. Yes!” My father slammed his hand on the wood podium, the clanging noise from the goblet of host wine falling onto the floor more chilling than anything.

I watched as the red liquid flowed from the tarnished sterling silver, everything suddenly in slow motion. Blood. The chalice was spewing blood of the centuries.

“Praise the lord!” the entire room stated. “Praise be to God the almighty.”

I noticed my mother sitting in the first row, her glorious long hair in the required bun. My father was strict, believing that allowing any concept of vanity was akin to following the devil himself.

The old ways.

The old beliefs.

James Mullins had made certain the entire small town believed the devil had found us, threatening all that we had. People were terrified, locking their doors at night as if that would keep away the prince of darkness. I knew otherwise. If the devil was ready to drag us to the underworld, he would take anyone at any time.

His choice.

His burning desire.

I want you. You belong to me.

I could almost hear his sultry voice beckoning me. I twisted my hands, trying to catch my breath as I glanced around the expansive room. Tonight seemed different, another purpose in mind. This wasn’t his normal sermon, the glow and show of a man who enjoyed being in the limelight.

I was sick to my stomach, trying to block out my father’s words. I’d been punished for being a nonbeliever for far too long. I’d also been chastised for wanting a different life. I had to get away, out of this town before it consumed me like it had everyone else. I’d made my decision against my father’s wishes, sending out a dozen applications to various colleges. I’d saved some money working at the hardware store, and if I was lucky, I’d receive offers for scholarships.

If not, I’d run away, finding a community college in a town far removed from this strangling hold of a town. Whatever worked. Whatever got me the hell out of here.

I needed a savior, someone I could trust without question.

Maybe my hunger was simply insatiable.

Fiddling, my mind wandered, envisioning my hero’s face, his engaging eyes and a smile that could light up a room. I shivered as the fantasy continued; fingers dancing down my naked skin, a thick cock sliding into my molten pussy.

My father suddenly threw out his arm in my direction, his fingers flexed open. “Thou hast found Satan and he lives in one of us. Right here. Right now. The devil’s spawn has requested one human female to rule the Earth by his side. That will mean the imprisonment of our species, caged and used for breeding and dark biddings.”

There wasn’t a person who hadn’t turned their head in my direction. My mouth was parched to the point I couldn’t say anything. What the hell was my father talking about? The devil’s spawn? My skin crawled, my heart racing. He couldn’t be serious.

But he was.

“Blasphemy. In order for our species to survive, we will rid her of the devil! We will heal her very soul, erase the fires that burn within. Lucifer’s spawn will not make her his queen!”

This was crazy. My father had lost his mind. I tried to shift to the end of the bench but within seconds, two sets of hands grabbed me, massive men in dark suits yanking me into the aisle.

“What are you doing?” My screech was lost in the sudden hum that flowed throughout the church. The entire congregation was alive, stomping their feet as they stood, turning in my direction with anger and fear in their eyes. “No!”

They believed I’d been consumed by the devil.

“Father. No!” I struggled, trying desperately to get out of the strong clutches of men I didn’t even know, had never seen before.

But they were too strong.

This had been planned.

Oh, my God. Oh, help me, please!

There was no one who would dare go against my father.

The brutes dragged me forward, past the same people I’d known my entire life, men and women who no longer looked at me with anything but hatred.

And pity.

And fear…

“You will be healed, child. We will save you from the rapture!” my father shouted over the din of the room, holding his hand high as if to the almighty.

“End of Days. End of Days.”

The chanting made me sick to my stomach.

“I am not the woman you’re talking about. I would never marry the devil’s spawn. Don’t do this.” My cries of compassion were met with deaf ears. I had no idea what to expect, although I’d heard his talk of exorcism. I’d also heard him speak of an ancient prophecy, crazy shit that I could barely tolerate. I was terrified, every nerve ending on edge. I couldn’t believe he was going to do this to me. To his daughter.

And my mother remained calmly in her seat, her hands in her lap as if this had all been planned.

“Evil child. She is of the devil himself, bred to become his bride. Christ will heal you, child, purge you of your sins. Yes! Praise the Lord!” My father was smiling, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Evil. Evil. Evil. Evil. Evil.”

I heard the chanting, the words drilling into my mind. I had to get out of here. Tears formed in my eyes and I was unable to stop the salty beads as they slipped past my lashes. My entire world was crashing down and for what? Because I was a girl who wanted a different life? Because I simply wanted to go to college and get the hell out of here?

Fuck them.

Fuck this.

I had no idea where I found the strength, but I continued struggling, kicking out at the men holding me and suddenly, I was free. I jerked forward, racing toward the side door, bursting to the outside. Rain pelted down, the wind whipping through my hair, but the feeling was glorious, as if I could do anything.

Free. I was free!

Then I heard them—their footsteps and their screams.

Get her. Get her!

They were chasing after me.

Oh, God. No! No!

I willed my legs to keep me pushing forward, to find a safe haven. Where? There was nowhere I could go, my friends terrified of my father. I would find a place. I could. I would. Shame and guilt ravaged me as I raced down the darkened path toward the main road. All I could think about was getting away.

As the scattered yells increased in volume, I shot through the forest, unable to see anything. I knew my way in these woods, the quiet places I’d gone to think and read.

And dream.

But tonight, the woods seemed as dangerous as the congregation, keeping me on edge, my mind reeling. If I could get to the road, then maybe I’d have a chance.

Where could I go?

Who was going to help me?

The next town was almost fifteen miles south.

Nothing mattered but getting away. I was prepared to face whatever wrath followed, but I refused to be treated like some evil girl. I wasn’t. Tree limbs slapped my face, the pain almost blinding but I refused to stop. The woods had always been my friend. They wouldn’t fail me now.

Keep running. Keep going.

After several minutes, I was no longer able to hear their vicious cries. Maybe they were gone, giving up. Maybe I’d be okay.

Please, God. Save me. Help me!

I finally stopped to catch my breath, leaning against a massive tree. I felt safe, even comforted. Hunkering over, I wiped the rain from my eyes, shivering from a level of cold that bit into every bone and muscle. If there was a God, I needed his help. Now. Another yell from only yards away pushed me forward once again. They wouldn’t stop until I was in their chains.

That wasn’t going to happen. I was no one’s prisoner.

Tears trickled down both sides of my face as I continued running, dashing through the darkness.

My courage bolstered, I willed my legs to move faster, work harder. I could almost see a light ahead. I could swear it, even though there was no way. There were no streetlights, no places of business out here in the wilderness.

There was only the church and miles of trees.

And absolute desolation.

I noticed movement of some kind. I knew I was right. Then I heard the rumble of an engine.

I could see a light. A car. A car was coming. Thank you. Thank you!I picked up speed, heading in the direction of the beautiful sound. Bursting out of the woods, I threw my arms into the air as a vehicle careened around the corner at an excessive rate of speed.

Skidding sounds.

A horn.

A thud.

I dropped to my knees, prepared to die, my arms over my head and gasping for air. “Don’t let me die. Please don’t let me die.”

Suddenly, everything was quiet.

Deathly quiet.

There was a moment of utter peace filtering into my mind, flowing through every vein and muscle. I was almost euphoric, devoid of any kind of pain. Smiling, I took a deep breath, inhaling the most incredible scent and it was all masculine. My nipples hardened, my legs trembling as an unearthly desire raged like jolts of electricity. Every cell in my body was so alive, awakened from my nightmare.

“Miss. Are you all right?”

I heard the husky voice, so dark and comforting, and knew my savior had found me. Slowly lifting my head, the bright lights coming from the front of the vehicle blinded me, but I could still see his eyes. So beautiful. So intense. “I’m…”

“What a beautiful girl. What are you doing out here all alone in the middle of this terrible storm? You could have gotten yourself killed.”

I had to be dreaming. I opened my mouth to respond, but I was far too breathless, my throat swollen, my breathing coming in wheezing sounds.

“Come on. I’ll take you to somewhere safe.”

I was aware he’d lifted me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. Power seemed to exude from every rippling muscle as he took long strides. I was safe, protected from the haunting evils. Within seconds, I was eased into the passenger seat, the door closed after me. A stranger had become my hero. I huddled against the door as he climbed inside and for a few precious seconds as the interior light remained on, I gathered a glimpse of my savior.

Dark and dangerous. The words came to mind easily, but there was more, feeding the unbridled lust that I couldn’t control. He was gorgeous in every manner, penetrating eyes and a strong jaw, his long dark hair curled on the ends and gloriously wet from the rain. His lips were full and luscious, and my mind went to every naughty girl thing described in books I’d read. I could see kissing him for hours in front of a roaring fire, exploring every intimacy.

Yielding to him.

Wait. That wasn’t normal. Shame filled me, slithering down my arms and legs, curling around my tendons. I couldn’t desire a stranger. Not now. Not ever.

But he was familiar. His voice. His intensity. His dangerous mannerisms.

Inhaling, his exotic scent of spices and the deep woods filtered into my nostrils, intoxicating me. I was filled with unbridled desire by his roughhewn looks alone.

He smiled, struggling to remove his suit jacket. Everything about him screamed of possession. “This is all I have. Let’s see if we can get you warm. Now, where can I take you? Home? You must live around here.”

I shook my head, biting my lip to keep from spilling details about my wretched life.

“Hmmm… All right. What happened then? Can you at least tell me that? Were you in a car wreck?”

My entire body trembled as I attempted to wrap my frozen fingers around the material. I pulled the coat over my shoulders, thinking of what I could say. A moment of raw courage replaced the terrified girl living inside of me. “I don’t want to go home. Please. Not yet.”

He hesitated and I could swear there was a twinkle in his eyes.

“Protection. That’s exactly what you need.” His whisper was laced with a husky blanket of velveteen.

“I…” He had no idea how much I wished I could have exactly that, someone to care and protect me against all evils of the world.

He exhaled and the trickling sensations as his hot breath cascaded across my naked skin created the most intense arousal, my nipples so hard and aching. My pussy was wet, and I knew my reaction was a shameful, terrible thing.

Or so I’d been told over and over again.

But I didn’t want to feel the shame, the utter humiliation of being a very bad girl. In truth, I felt so very much alive, invigorated by his presence alone.

He peered at me with those black eyes, drinking me in, studying every inch of my face until finally his gaze traveled downward. A smile curled on his lips, beautiful and inviting.

I want you.

I crave you.

You will belong to me.

Had he said the words, or was this all just a fantasy? The same fantasy I’d had for months.

Suddenly, I was so warm, embers ignited from deep within. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he closed the driver’s door, but I’d seen the look of hunger crossing his face. He wanted nothing more than to devour me.

Ravage every inch of my body.

“The hospital?” he asked. “You could have injuries.”

I shook my head, my teeth chattering. “I’m fine. Just take me somewhere. Okay? Just for a little while.” Protection.I couldn’t get the word out of my mind.

He hesitated and glanced out the windshield, never blinking but I could see the strange smile crossing his face.

“Then I know exactly where to take you and what I need to do. Just as I hoped. This is perfect.” He ever so slowly turned his head in my direction as he slipped the gear into drive. Leaning over, he whispered, “And Sadie, you now belong to me.”

What do you think? Imagine what happens after he captures her. 

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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When You’re Taken Hostage…

What would happen if you were taken hostage? Do you think you would survive? With the explosion of darker romance, the concept of abduction is really HOT. But…how can you make your captors sexy and inviting, giving the reader to care about them? They must have a very succinct reason for breaking the law. Can the abductor become a savior?

That’s what you’re going to find out. HOT off the presses. Remember, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

HOSTAGE

Carina

“Now, I fuck you.”

The words reverberated into my mind. So possessive. So demanding. The brutal stranger hostage_fullbelieved that he had every right to treat me like some wayward whore. There was no getting away, no way to fight his incredible strength. As he dragged me into my own bedroom, marching me in a stringent military fashion, I tried not to imagine where this would lead.

Imprisonment.

Punishment.

Death.

I couldn’t think this way. I needed a clear head in order to figure out how to get away from this horrible freak. When he dumped me onto the middle of my bed, I swung around, able to look him in the eyes if only for a few seconds. I recoiled after he glared, trying to catch my breath. There was no soul to the man. There was also no sense of urgency.

Reacting, I scrambled off the bed, only to be yanked and tossed. The clang of the headboard slapping against the wall reverberated into the room, shadowing the ragged beating of my heart.

“Now, if you continue to disobey me, you will be punished severely,” he huffed and yanked me over onto my stomach. “On your hands and knees and stay that way.”

“Fuck you!”

The brutal smack against my ass forced another moan.

“I think you need to be nicer to me, Carina,” he said, leering down, lording his prowess over me.

“You’re out of your mind.”

“I just might be, but I have absolute control over you. Get. On. Your. Knees. Now!”

“Please, stop. I’m begging you. I have some money, if that’s what you want.” Hissing, I crawled into position, simply reacting to the command. Think. Think!The command of my mind wasn’t doing anything but highlighting the dire situation.

“Money certainly isn’t what this is about.” I inhaled the stench of the man as he moved closer to the bed. “Now, we’re going to have a little fun, you and I.”

“No. Fucking. Way.” I kicked out, my foot snapping against his hard body.

Growling, he slapped his hand around my calf, holding my leg in mid-air as he issued a series of savage smacks against my backside, one crack coming after the other.

“Stop. No!”

After another husky chuckle, he raked the tip of his finger down the length of my spine. “I think you want this, Carina. In fact, I know you do.”

His tone reeked of arrogance, pissing me off even more. “You’re a piece of shit!” It felt good to spit the words in his direction. His hand connected with my bottom before the words had even left my mouth, creating another intense wave of discomfort. Whimpering, I clung to the comforter, digging my nails in. I heard him, the sound of his belt being unbuckled, his zipper being tugged, and I was shaken, petrified.

He was going to make good on his promise.

“Are you wet for me, Carina? The scent of your sex gives you away, the kind of burning desire that fuels your fantasies. You seemed to enjoy my attention before.”

His attention. I wasn’t imagining anything. I’d met this creep before. Okay. Where did I know him from? His attention? Everything was muddled together. His face. His hands. His…

Thoughts and images swirled in my mind until I snapped a vision into the forefront. Jesus.I wouldn’t mistake recognizing… The coffee shop. The Goddamn coffee shop. He’d been behind me, crowding my space then I’d turned around, accidentally tossing hot coffee all over his chest. His massive, chiseled and perfect chest. Swallowing, I was finally able to envision his face. He’d looked somewhat different then, a full beard and his glorious hair in a pony tail. But the eyes were the same.

Sexy.

Imploring.

Seductive.

“I’m so sorry. I feel terrible. Let me get your shirt cleaned for you,” I insisted, throwing out my hand and brushing my fingers across his chest. Every synapsis had come alive, my entire body tingling.

“No need,” he said, grinning before yanking off his shirt from the back, peeling away the material and exposing the most glorious set of pecs I’d ever seen. So chiseled. So incredibly masculine. My mouth watered, a series of devilish images rushing into the forefront of my mind. I could lick his chest for hours, savoring the taste of him. Then I’d move to his thick, throbbing cock, sucking on just the tip until I opened my mouth wide, accepting every inch of his sweet glory.

“I just…”

He took a single finger, lifting my chin. “A woman as beautiful as you should never wear a frown.”

Oh, my God. Oh. My. God.

The memory like a sharp jab in the eye went straight into my brain. I sucked in my breath, reeling from the vision. This was insane.

The mystery attacker laughed, so husky and reeking of such intense desire that my pussy quivered. “Hmmm… Your eyes are as telling as the day I met you.”

“No. No!” My defiance seemed weak, ridiculous. He’d seen right through me. My burning desire. Needs that hadn’t been fulfilled in years, if ever. But not this way. Never this way.

“Yes. I can tell you’re very wet. I must admit, I could inhale your lust filled scent all day,” he said, laughing in an even huskier tone, the words dripping with innuendos.

“You’re wrong,” I snapped, scrambling to get out of his reach.

He fisted my hair, yanking me back once again. “You’re quite the disobedient little thing, aren’t you? We’ll have to fix that.”

“No!” I knew it was no use, his brutal strength far too powerful. I took several short breaths, trying to regain my drive.

“Yes. You have no choice.”

I was prepared for another savage volley as his hand spanked my aching bottom. When he kicked my legs wider with his knee, pushing my back until my face was only inches away from the bed, I trembled all over. Sickness and shame rustled through my entire being.

He’d been so nice about my clumsiness, laughing that same goddamn sultry laugh of his. I’d been beside myself at the time. Now, I knew he’d set up the whole damn thing. Next time I had a chance to dump coffee on him, it would be in a verystrategic place.

I’d also been electrified from his touch, his full lips, fantasizing about kissing them for hours.

My God. My God.

He brushed his fingers down my back, leaning over and intoxicating me with his exotic breath of raw testosterone.

“Your pretty pink pussy lips tell no lies.” He shifted a single finger along the seam of my pussy, taking his time.

You can’t want this. You can’t be turned on.But the quiver in my pussy screamed of my body’s betrayal.

He added a second then third finger, pushing past my swollen folds, dipping into the very core of me. “Very wet.”

No. No. No! I couldn’t be wet. I couldn’t be… I dropped my head all the way, gulping for air as he swirled his finger around my clit. Everything about this was insane, surreal.

“Your hunger is quite evident, Carina. Give in and spread those legs wide open for me.”

My hesitation was met with another harsh slap, the force shoving me hard against my face. I bit back a series of whimpers, finally obeying. I stretched my legs as far open as they could go. The scent of my desire sickened me, bringing another round of tears to my eyes. I was obeying him as if he were my lover, not some hired gun given orders to break me down.

He wrapped his hand around my long strands of hair, tugging on my head until my back was pulled into an arc. “Your sex is mine.” He thrust his fingers deep inside in a savage manner.

“Oh…” Even as the barbarian continued, plunging harder and faster, I felt my pussy yielding to him, opening up as if wanting more. Ready to beg him for more. Even my nipples were fully erect, hard and aching.

“Yes, just as I suspected. You’ve wanted a man to fuck you like the sweet little whore you truly are.” He drove his fingers into me in invading strokes, taking all of me.

I felt my pussy walls stretching as he added a fourth finger. Lights flashed in front of my eyes as I tried to make sense of what was happening, why my body refused to shut down. I caught a glance at my reflection in the floor to ceiling window, horrified at the lust shimmering across my face.

What do you think? Now, imagine what happens after that sexy scene…

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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Barbarians on the Hunt

Happy Saturday everyone. I have another HOT new release and this one is all about sword wielding barbarians known as the Huntsmen. They take what they want. They hunt for their prey. They are dangerous and rugged. Sound delicious? In the future, there are several classes of people, all forged from a horrific war, chemical warfare that would forever change the landscape, turning men into predators. And our heroine? She refuses to give in…

Find out her destiny.

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FERTILE

Earth

Post-Apocalyptic Year 2102

Alex 

“They’re going to hunt you down, ravage your body for hours, punishing and fucking you. fertile_fullThen you’ll belong to them. They are savage beasts. The true monsters of the apocalypse.”

How many times had I heard the damning proclamation from the others in the village? I shuddered at the thought, refusing to give into fear. I knew what they were.

And I knew exactly what they hungered for.

Females…

I’d spent years in some form of captivity or another, fighting the scourges of the earth. I’d kill them as necessary. I’d gotten very good at killing.

A roar floated above the trees, what few species of birds remaining from the apocalypse cawing at the morning sky, racing away in fear. The sound was savage, just like the ogres responsible.

Since my arrival they’d warned me about the beasts living in the forests, hunting for prey. Strong and virulent, they captured and caged any human they came into contact with. They warned me I wouldn’t be protected, unable to fend for myself if I stayed out too long.

But I didn’t listen…

Once upon a time I believed in fairy tales, rugged knights on great white steeds coming to rescue me. I’d envisioned their steel armor shining in the afternoon sun as they rode through town, annihilating anyone who stood in their way. I’d been certain one day the nightmare would end, my saviors arriving in dawn’s mist, whisking me away to some magical land. A place where every wish came true.

Then real-life monsters chomped at my heels. They were coming for me.

Hunting me.

Ready to devour me.

The elders within my sacred city had been right, but I refused to surrender. The monsters would never take me alive.

The huntsmen pack were little more than wild creatures searching for the finest breeding stock. And I was considered prime meat.

One night when I was little more than a child, my entire world had collapsed, once magnificent cities and towns devoured by walls of flames, searing human flesh as it ate through skyscrapers. The initial bombs sent from Russia had taken out almost forty percent of the United States, leaving carnage in its wake, but the gas used later by the American government had been worse. Our own leaders had betrayed their own, all in an effort to gain power. Nothing had made any sense, the terror paralyzing.

Other countries had been severely affected as well, although all the lines of communication had been broken. I certainly hadn’t been too young to understand the effects of the EMP, another device used by some third world country in response to our bombs, turning formally civilized nations into primitive cultures. While the wretched visions had faded with time, nothing would erase the horrific screams, people pleading for mercy.

There was no such thing.

The gas had dissipated after two years and life for some had returned to normal, including mine. I’d entered college early, one of the few government-run organizations that actually allowed the privileged children to attend. Everything had changed, shifting toward socialism, a necessary evil we’d all been told. For a time, almost fifteen years, the powerful and wealthy maintained a beautiful life, sheltered from the reality of what was occurring outside of locked-down cities and underground facilities.

The day I’d learned about the true horrors was the very day I turned my back on the government and even God.

Run. Run. Run!

I heard the sound of hooves, the thunderous noise approaching my position from deep within the forest. I had no more than one minute, maybe two before they arrived, murderous creatures hell bent on capturing me. My fingers were almost numb as I pried at the harness, desperate to free the prize I’d secured, a small amount of nourishment for my people. “Come on. Come on, baby. Don’t fail me now.”

I nicked my finger attempting to cut through the thick rope. My knife had seen better days, the once razor-sharp edge dull and almost useless. I continued whittling away, darting glances over my shoulder. The rumble of the earth was jarring. There had to be at least four of the bastards hunting, maybe more.

The last string cut, I jerked away the hunk of deer the huntsmen had secured to a pole, wrapping it crudely and shoving into my bag. I grabbed the few medical supplies I’d collected from an abandoned home and took off running in the opposite direction. I’d been outside the compound walls for far too long. However, today’s haul had been worth the risk. I hadn’t anticipated on finding one of the huntsmen’s traps, my good fortune making me almost giddy for the first few minutes after the discovery.

My people were starving, food supplies dangerously low. My daily forages for anything to keep us alive had been somewhat worthwhile as of late. The huntsmen had left carnage in their wake, stealing everything from what few villages and towns remained—including every female of childbearing age.

At least the ones given the special serum the day they’d entered into puberty. I was one of the unlucky few, now fertile as a rabbit. I loathed the concept. But my fall from grace, entering the world of omega women had come much later than the others, forced by a truly evil man.

A man who no longer treasured anything but his growing wealth.

I bristled from the thought alone, desperate to get back to a simple but free way of life.

While my adopted people had taken great steps in hiding our little city, we all knew one day our luck would run out.

I prayed to some freaking God above that today wasn’t the day. I was in no mood for a fight. Exhausted and hungry, I wanted nothing more than to get back to the safety of my sanctuary. The huntsmen’s approach had cut off my initial path, leaving me few choices.

I raced through the woods, zigzagging to alternate my path, remaining low to the ground as I headed for the river. The huntsmen were consummate trackers, their skills legendary. The water would help mask my scent, a strong fragrance used to attract mates. I wasn’t certain about the dead deer carcass. Another chance I had to take. While I’d only taken a small amount, the meat rich in vitamins would help heal our sick and dying.

Please, God. Please.

Disease was rampant, taking down dozens of villages within weeks.

The roar of the horses continued to draw near. My heart was racing, my blood pumping to the point I heard echoes in my ears. I’d never been so frightened. I’d also never been this close to a pack before.

I’d heard wretched stories from so many broken families, their heartbreaking tales would forever burn into my mind. Three factions of what was left of humanity had risen from the ashes, forced to live in filth and squalor while the precious government leaders remained protected underground at first in order to rebuild Washington DC. Living in the lap of luxury. At first, my entire family had been considered the Elite, a class all to itself, given riches including a beautiful mansion far removed from the horrors of everyday living.

My father had worked hard, trying desperately to change things to a more equitable life. His choices hadn’t been well received.

But soon things had changed. The guilt would never leave me, my vehemence at doing the right thing the very reason we’d been forced to go on the run. Then we’d been labeled as dissidents, a menace to society.

As if there’d been a society left. There was utter chaos. The government would never stop hunting, their ordained soldiers just as brutal as any group, only they had myriad precious weapons to protect them.

I’d been able to hide amongst a group called the laborers, worker bees forced to aid the government with rebuilding, but the cruel treatment and brutal punishment from those in charge had turned so many against our illustrious and vile leaders. The subsequent rebellion had eradicated thousands of lives, thousands of male survivors sent to prison camps, others executed for betraying their country. Women had become products, vital for continuing the race, those of childbearing years rounded up. That continued to happen on a monthly basis, soldiers and other vile creatures scouring the countryside for victims.

What I knew and what I’d seen I kept to myself. No one would ever know the horrors inflicted or the punishments doled out for the slightest infractions. Only my nightmares would ever remind me that I’d once been a part of the regime.

Some prisoners had escaped, forging a life in dilapidated towns, living among the crumbled buildings, broken sewer lines, and rats. Hiding. Others had been driven to the forests and mountains, many dying from wild animals and horrific weather conditions. The lucky few survived.

Lucky, my ass.

I was one of thousands who’d survived for several years, escaping the tyranny of a man so many of the Elite trusted with their lives. As if my life held any meaning. I’d lost everything I cared about, including my mother, father, our beautiful cabin burned to the ground as my sister and I had been forced to watch. We’d run, trying to find safety but she’d been caught, ripped away from me by a band of soldiers. I’d escaped, finding safety in an old toolshed, leaving my baby sister to fend for herself.

The guilt was crushing.

One day I would kill the bastards responsible. If my true identity was ever discovered, I’d be sold into slavery.

Or worse.

Maybe I deserved such a fate.

The second group were little more than animals, predators feasting on human flesh.

Huntsmen were terrifying, mostly discarded men forging a pack-like unity, more like mountain men who’d turned survivalists after the Great War and the frequent bloody attacks. Ex-military. Mercenaries. Convicts. They were barbaric in nature, huge in stature, and very dangerous, their bodies altered by a variant serum, turning them into little more than savage beasts.

All hungry for a taste of a female, to plant their seed.

The rumors surrounding them were that they were dumb as stumps, a horrific side effect of the gas used to keep us under control, acting on primitive instinct alone. I’d heard of hundreds of women who’d been abducted against their will, taken to whatever camps the hedonists had built to mate and breed. The beasts were mute, savage, and very sexual in nature.

Primal.

I’d made a promise to myself years ago that I would never be taken alive by one of them. Fuck them.

The third group made my skin crawl. Scavengers were even worse, although they were truly slave traders. Hidden behind masks, they were said to be horribly disfigured from the gasses used, barely recognizable as humans. Their goal was to round up every laborer, flesh they could trade for food and drink, weapons and other equipment.

An extension of the government. Or so everyone believed.

The few who continued to believe in God chose to hold onto a prophecy born out of the horrific holocaust—a hero who could restore humanity, a true leader amongst thieves and murderers. I held no such belief.

My entire body ached, my legs giving way several times. The terrain was rough, getting worse the deeper I moved into the forest, the foliage so thick the canopy blocked out the sunlight. I’d gone much further than I ever had, moving in a direction that I’d been warned to stay away from.

The horses kept coming.

Closer.

They were closer.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Everything in the forest shifted from the power of the massive steeds.

My mind reeled, the fear turning almost paralyzing. I dropped down, taking several deep breaths. I wasn’t going to be able to outrun them. Crawling forward, I moved behind a scrubby bush, thorns immediately digging into my skin as I fought for some level of coverage. I bit back a cry, crouching lower. My entire body shook, goosebumps floating along my arms. I’d been such a fool to think I could get away with stealing from them.

The rumble increased, the noise furrowing into my stomach. I could hear the horses snorting, the way their hooves stamped down on the ground in both fury and fear. They were coming. They were coming!

A single whinny was followed by a horrific roar, the bellow deep and masculine, brutally savage in nature.

This was nothing more than a battle cry.

Then silence.

Sweet, terrifying silence.

I sensed their presence all around me, could almost smell their stench, the notion making my skin crawl. Patience wasn’t one of my virtues and never had been, but I hesitated, waiting for one of the jerks to make a move. After at least five minutes, my legs became to cramp. God damn, the bastards were cagey.

I dared peek around the leaves, holding my breath. I could just make out the four horses, beautiful majestic creatures in various colors. Chestnut. Ebony. Ivory. Palomino. They were truly regal, their silky manes floating in the light breeze. The men were equally as impressive and all completely different. Then I locked eyes onto one of the men, by far the most mesmerizing.

Rugged.

Massive.

Carved.

For just a second in time, everything dropped into slow motion, allowing me to inhale the very thought of his roughhewn, dangerous nature. And I could swear that I’d seen him before. The thought was fleeting, albeit leaving me wet and hot all over, my skin crawling from some wicked anticipation.

Shame rushed through me from my body’s reaction, my breath skipping. Shivering, a wet pool developed between my legs, staining my already damp panties. My nipples hardened, swollen and aching. How could I react this way to a monster? A barbarian who only wanted to feast on me, capture and cage me to use for his every carnal desire? I shrank closer to the tree, biting back a moan as my pussy clenched.

My body as well as my mind betrayed me. Without thinking, I glanced again, hungry to see him. To touch him. No. No!He was my enemy and I was going to escape their clutches. Period. My people were counting on me. I couldn’t let them down.

The barbarian exhaled, lifting his head and taking a deep whiff. Dear God, had he detected my scent? An omega’s scent was more powerful than anything else to true primates, alpha warriors like the huntsmen. Then he narrowed his eyes, a slight smile curling on his mouth.

He turned the horse, slowly scanning the perimeter as he held out his hand to the others. The group of marauders seemed to obey his command, pulling on the reins of their horses. As he tilted his head, his gaze falling onto the clump of bushes, I could see his gorgeous eyes even in the waning light. They were blue like the deepest ocean, adding to the sultry look of his features. His nostrils flared seconds before he jumped off his ebony steed, huffing under his breath. Even the huntsman’s massive chest was rising and falling. The man was riddled with exasperation and I was the cause.

What a shame.

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PURCHASE FERTILE

When You Become Valuable Collateral

Yay lovely ones! The second in the Sons of Darkness series is HOT HOT HOT off the presses. The first is His as Payment, but my latest can be read as a stand alone. It’s dark and steamy, dangerous and sinful. You won’t believe just how far our hero goes to avenge his father’s near assassination. As always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription. Ready for a taste?

TAKEN AS COLLATERAL

SYNOPSIS

I took her because I needed a hostage. I kept her because I wanted her.

Francesca Alessandro was just meant to be collateral, held captive as a warning to her father, but then she tried to fight me. She ended up sore and soaked as I taught her a takenascollateral_fulllesson with my belt and then screaming with every savage climax as I taught her to obey in a much more shameful way.

She’s mine now. Mine to keep. Mine to protect. Mine to use as hard and as often as I please.

EXCERPT

Kelan

Abduction.

Taking her minutes before her wedding had been easy.

Keeping her might be something else.

But I was the kind of man who didn’t take no for an answer.

“So, I think we should discuss a few very important rules.” I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, giving the beautiful woman a stern look. “You are indeed my prisoner. You will do nothing without my approval. You will be supplied with clothing, food, even the wine you seem to adore, but they will be doled out as you learn to obey. When you’re disobedient, the punishment will be swift and harsh. I am a reasonable man, Francesca, but I will not be crossed in any manner.”

“How dare you treat me this way!” she exclaimed, hissing as her lovely mouth twisted.

“How dare I?” I laughed and shook my head. “You should know I’m your only means of survival. I suggest you learn to submit.”

“Over my dead body.”

She was a mafia princess, a woman unused to being disciplined in any manner. She’d been pampered from the moment she was born, treated as if she would one day be a queen. To me, she was just something to barter with.

“Fuck you!” she snapped, jerking her arm as she attempted to claw my face.

“And that punishment will begin today. Make no mistake, I am a dangerous man.” Fisting her hair, I rolled her over, ripping down the shorts I’d provided. Now I owned every inch of her.

My possession.

I brought my hand down in a swift manner, even as she struggled to get out of my hold.

“No. No!” she squealed, whipping her arm back for protection.

I spanked her long and hard, moving from one side to the other, enjoying the building heat in my palm.

“Let me go!” She continued to struggle, her actions only fueling my desire. She had no idea what I could do to her.

What I would do to her.

I tangled my fingers in her long strands, yanking as I lowered my head. “I suggest you stop fighting or I will pull out my belt. You will learn your place.” I could see the fire in her eyes, the kind that kept my cock at full attention, burning desire raging through every cell and muscle.

“Like I said. Fuck. You,” she spat, remaining defiant.

I smacked her again and again, until her bottom was hot to the touch, her skin a rosy pink.

And my cock aching with need, my balls tight as drums.

“Make no mistake, Francesca. I. Will. Own. You. And there is nothing you can do about it.”

Only when she was finally subdued did I stop, taking several deep breaths. She was my retaliation, a necessity in a world where men ruled, and women were considered nothing but playthings.

Only this woman was different. Intelligent.

Beautiful.

Ballsy.

And I would enjoy breaking her.

* * *

Three Days Earlier

I’d been initiated into the mafia at eleven.

I’d witnessed my first contract hit at twelve.

I’d broken a man’s spirit and his body at eighteen.

I’d murdered a traitorous enemy at nineteen.

I’d watched my mother murdered in cold blood at twenty-five.

That’s when time stopped.

Be careful of the devil lurking inside.

He will steal your soul.

I stood at the window, snorting at the thought. I’d been summoned to my father’s house and into his expansive office overlooking a tropical pool and cabana. The light California breeze created a rippling effect in the shallow, crystal clear waters, the entire setting serene.

But I knew better.

This wasn’t a casual request by any means. This was all about business, my father’s twisted and very brutal business. He called the operation a functional need in a dysfunctional world, lending money to those who were already ‘entitled.’ The borrowed money came at a significant price, whether paid back in cash or in body fluids. That was only a small part of the operation, the rest centering around party favors and various real estate developments. He’d coined the phrase years before, serving up whatever flavor of drug the customer wanted. And he’d become a very wealthy man in the process.

There also hadn’t been a building built in Los Angeles that didn’t have the mark of the Cappalini family. My father liked to say he owned the cops and the mayor’s office. Hell, even half the players in the entertainment world couldn’t throw a party without his approval.

I heard his footsteps in the hallway behind me and bristled, my grip on the very expensive glass of scotch tightening. I caught a single glimpse of his grim expression in the reflection of the bulletproof glass and resisted snarling. This wasn’t the time or place to get into yet another vicious argument. I could also see who he considered his second in command, Grinder’s massive form standing in the doorway. He wasn’t a man I cared for in any regard, and the feeling was obviously mutual.

“So good of you to come, Michael.” My father immediately walked toward the bar, his long strides wasting no time. “You can leave us, Grinder.”

“Yes, sir,” Grinder said after a slight hesitation, his dark eyes boring into mine. What did the asshole think, that I was going to hurt my own father?

My anger immediately flared. My father and I always sparred, no matter the discussion.

“How many times have I asked you not to use my given name, Ricardo?” Ricardo Cappalini was a staunch believer in the old ways, cultures learned long ago in the darkened Italian streets. He’d come from nothing, maneuvering through famine and violence to claw his way to America. He’s lost everything along the way, including any concept of humanity; however, family meant everything to him.

Or so he continued to tell me.

He’d never proven anything but that he remained a violent and bitter man.

Since the death of my mother during a horrific attack, I’d walked away from anything having to do with his family values and the tyranny that came with it. My father’s brand of revenge had also nearly cost him his freedom.

I was the bastard son, a joke in his circle of great mafia leaders. It didn’t matter that I made a significant amount of money from making movies, I was the heir apparent. The fact I didn’t give a shit meant I was a thorn in his side. To him, I was nothing more than a useless movie star. I brought the scotch to my lips, savoring the slight burn as the liquid slid down the back of my throat.

“If you think I’m going to use the ridiculous name of Kelan Rock for any reason, you’re wrong,” my father said in a breathless and exasperated manner. We’d had this conversation a solid ten times.

I waited as I heard the ice plopping in his glass, tinkling against the dense lead crystal. I had to admit, his urgent message had piqued my interest. “What do you want, Father? I have a premiere to get ready for.”

“If you spent more time with your family responsibilities instead of that bullshit you’re into, we might not be in this mess!” His deep baritone reverberated even with the high ceilings.

And the worry laced in his tone.

I curtailed my rage, turning to face him. “What mess are we talking about this time?” I was no fool. We always talked in some manner of code, even though the entire house and grounds was swept by one of his capos at least twice a day. The FBI were always hunting.

He took a swig of his drink before moving in my direction, keeping his voice low. “Grinder and Tony got wind of a takeover attempt.”

Two of his most loyal capos, soldiers who performed the most heinous deeds, well rewarded for their silence. They kept their ears to the streets.

“Takeover? By whom?” I knew the other four mafia families within the United States more intimately than even my father knew. None of them would dare try to encroach on my father’s organization. They knew how savage he could be when pushed. I watched as a single bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face. He was nervous.

“A branch of the Massimo family. Did you see the morning paper?” He tossed a copy in my direction, a sneer on his face.

I hadn’t paid attention to the Los Angeles Timesfor years. The reporters were jaded in their viewpoints, preferring to err on the side of caution. And politics. Then again, my father hadn’t been able to purchase the rag. I eased my drink to the table, unfolding the paper. The headlines were bold, meant to sell.

Murder: Is Los Angeles Prepared for Another Turf War?

Sighing, I shook my head as I read the scandalous piece, the story meant to heighten fears, headlining organized crime in the usual pompous fashion. Two men had been killed outside a famous nightclub, the very one my father frequented. I had no doubt they were my father’s soldiers. The scene caught by some unknown photographer would no doubt make him famous. Bloody and horrific. The picture was graphic enough, actually highlighting the bodies of two individuals lying in the middle of the street. “Two of your men?”

My father nodded, his hand shaking as he attempted to take another gulp. “Marcos and Sam. Two of my best men.”

“And they were protecting you?”

He eyed me warily. “As they always do.”

“Who’s responsible?”

Ricardo took his time refilling his drink before answering. The attack had unnerved him. “Massimo’s men. At least from what I’ve heard.”

I was forced to reflect on everything I’d been taught over the years, things I’d prefer to forget. This news could be devastating. “You’re talking about the Massimos out of Italy? You must be joking.”

The Massimo family were as powerful in Italy as the Bratvas were in Russia and while they were considered extremists, preferring the old methods of handling issues, they also stood by their honor. Coming into America and usurping already existing authority wasn’t their style. Killing two of my father’s men was either an act of vengeance or a prelude to war. Either way, the danger had just escalated. I was pissed at the thought, let alone the interference that the two murders might cause in my life. I tossed the paper, grabbing my drink. I didn’t need to read the rest of the details.

Ricardo simply gave me a harsh glare.

The taste of the three-hundred-dollar bottle of scotch was suddenly bitter. It was my turn to be civil. For my father, this could mean an all-out war, something the city of Los Angeles didn’t need. “What are your plans for retaliation and what does this have to do with me?”

“The Saltoris are also involved.”

“Louis Saltori?” My father had kept various aspects of business from his only son. My thoughts drifted to Saltori’s son, a man who’d been in and out of my life since entering show business. I was beginning to feel a trap had been set. The Saltoris had been small players, although their connection to the Italian Borgata was well known. In order to keep the peace, my father had allowed them a piece of the organization, businesses that Louis ran with an iron fist. The mere two percent provided to my father represented a substantial amount of cash through the years.

My father had always known the Massimos would eventually come to America, but the timing was interesting.

I could smell a betrayal.

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Piper

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My Latest Release – Torched

Well, you all know I love my firefighters! They are rugged, dominating, delicious and commanding in every manner. My latest release is no exception. Our hero is a bit of a hothead – no pun intended – but he has a heart of gold.

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TORCHED: A ROUGH FIREFIGHTER ROMANCE

Genevieve

Hunger

The word crowded into my mind, but it had nothing to do with the stench of grease and garlic permeating the dense air. The hunger racing through my body was all about letting go. The bar was crowded; beautiful people strewn across barstools and chairs, the majority laughing or swaying to the late nineties dance music. I swirled my glass of torched_fullmerlot, merely an observer in a bar ripe with sin.

Several couples were as close to fucking in public as could be allowed by law, their writhing bodies drawing my interest.

Igniting my desire.

I slid my finger around and around the rim of my glass, one stilettoed foot tapping to the heavy thumping of the drumbeat. I had no idea about the name of the bar. In truth, I didn’t care. I’d required a diversion tonight, a moment to pretend that everything about my rather dull existence wasn’t about to change, and for the worse.

At least in my mind.

Sighing, I threw back the rest of the wine, immediately motioning for the rugged male tending bar, his six pack abs highlighted through the oh-so tight tee shirt he was wearing. At least there was decent eye candy. I wasn’t worried about becoming intoxicated. The bar was within walking distance of my new place.

The thought brought another heavy exhale, my nerves on edge. I’d never had an issue meeting new people. Somehow, I knew this particular career decision meant walking on the edge. Perhaps of my very sanity.

I wasn’t paying much attention to the sexy smile of the bartender as he slid a drink across the scuffed bar top. That is until my nostrils were infused by the scent of something wonderful.

Delicious.

And all male.

The body sliding onto the only available barstool in the entire joint immediately reached for the bowl of peanuts, breaking open and popping several into his mouth.

I took another deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh pine and exotic spices. The combination was more than just pleasant. I was instantly aroused, ashamed that some stranger could have that kind of effect on me. I purposely scooted away, as much as the heavy steel base of the stool would allow. Even over the din of the music, the solid scraping sound of metal against linoleum drew his attention.

Mystery Man shifted his gaze, turning his head just enough to send a hard stare in my direction. It was far too dark in the bar to gather the color of his eyes, but they were penetrating nonetheless. A smile crept slowly across his face, sultry in nature. Those same eyes shifted all the way down, not quite undressing me, but I shivered just from the heat emitted from his body.

I had no time for men and the thought of entering into a relationship was revolting on several levels. I had my reasons. Even though Mr. Mystery Man was sexy as hell: long legs encased in tight jeans, a leather jacket that screamed bad boy and dark shaggy hair meant for a girl to run her fingers through during a hard fucking, I turned my attention away immediately.

I’d left my comfort zone for a reason, advancing my career. Nothing was going to get in my way.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” the bartender exclaimed as Mystery Man advanced, both, smiling in a gregarious manner. “Haven’t seen you in months. Why you slummin’ in this part of town?”

The laugh coming from the rough-hewn man was just as I’d expected: sexy as fuck, husky in a non-assuming manner. Quivers trickled down the backs of my arms, shifting into my spine and ultimately into my pussy. I hated my body’s reaction, refusing to acknowledge any attraction.

“Been busy. You know how it is,” Mystery Man said causally, his voice just as alluring as the rest of him.

“You guys have been in the news one hell of a lot. Heard the word ‘hero’ more than once,” the bartender said in jest.

“You know I hate that shit, Jack. Just trying to get by every day.”

“I heard you. Whatdya have? First drink on the house,” Jack offered.

The slight squeak of the barstool grabbed my attention, my reflexes allowing me to dart another glance in the Mystery Man’s direction. I could swear the man smiled, as if knowing I was curious.

“Just give me a Bud. Gotta do some work tomorrow.”

“Sure thing, Blaise” Jack said, grinning as he tapped his hand on the bar.

Interesting name. He reminded me of all the other bad boy wannabes. There was no reason for me to be interested in the hunky man in any fashion, but I found it difficult to take my eyes off him. I could swear I knew Blaise from somewhere. That wasn’t possible given my recent move. Still, I shuddered from the way my body was reacting:

My nipples fully aroused.

My pussy dampening my panties.

My legs quivering.

This was ridiculous.

“You know, most people would actually strike up a conversation before undressing a man with their eyes.” After Blaise made the statement, he popped open another two peanuts, taking his time actually sucking them out of the shells.

I was thrown at first, heat cresting along my jaw, mortified that he’d witnessed the fact I’d been leering. Then I grew incensed with his arrogant statement.

“What in the hell are you talking about?” I huffed, determined not to give him the time of day.

He chuckled in a dark and dangerous fashion, the timbre suggesting all the nasty things he could do to me. “I’m no fool, sunshine, but when a beautiful woman gazes at me in a seductive manner, I’m more than flattered.”

“You certainly have some balls. Then again, maybe they’re as shriveled as your cock,” I said without thinking, shocked at my outward display. I had no excuse, not even the three glasses of wine I’d consumed, but I knew the kind of behavior in forward men far too well.

He slowly turned his head, leaning closer. When his spoke, his heated breath cascaded against my skin, forcing my nipples into even harder peaks. His tone was raspy, inviting, “Such dirty words coming from a such a sophisticated woman. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were bucking for a firm hand.”

Perhaps it was the ridiculously long few days I’d had or the fact I hadn’t been able to sleep for days, but my reaction had nothing to do with a rational mind. The moment I tossed the wine in his face, at least four people around us gasped, another two customers laughing.

Blaise reared back, his only reaction to grab a handful of bar napkins, taking his time to wipe the strings of wine from his face.

sexy fireman oneI was mortified, even shocked at my behavior. He didn’t deserve my wrath just because I was in way over my head. The man was a stranger, for God’s sake and I’d been the one gawking.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Blaise said in a slow drawl.

“Yeah, well, if you got to know me, you’d learn that I’m not very nice at all.” I grabbed my purse, yanking out two twenties and tossing them on the bar. Then I did something that was far removed from my usual behavior.

I retreated.

“And thank God you’re never going to see me again,” I murmured as I attempted to make my way to the front door. The rush of people coming inside was insane, the crowd pushing in my direction. After a few seconds of trying to shove my way through, I took backwards steps, refusing to look in Blaise’s direction. If the light inside had been turned up, there was no doubt everyone could see just how embarrassed I was by the flush of warm heat sliding up both cheeks.

I took several deep breaths, refusing to look in his direction as I made my way toward the rear of the bar. There had to be a back door out of the place. Please God, let there be.

The silent prayers didn’t seem to be enough, my stomach lurching by the time I made it to the shadowed hallway leading to the restrooms. I rushed inside, heading immediately to the single sink. By the time I gripped the cheap porcelain, I was gasping for air.

My hands were shaking as I dropped my purse, trying to turn on the water. My reaction was ridiculous, but I knew it had almost nothing to do with the sexy man or my horrible comments. I was terrified of what I was about to embark on, second guessing myself for the tenth time in a matter of days.

As I splashed water in my face, I reminded myself that I knew what I was doing. I was the best candidate for the position. I heard the sound of the door opening, realizing I’d forgotten to engage the lock. “I’m sorry, it’s occupied.” I reached for a paper towel just as I heard the lock being snapped. “I said…” My words died off as I jerked my head to glance into the mirror.

Blaise stood behind me, studying me intently, only this time his expression bore a look of seriousness.

And lust.

“You’re very beautiful. What a shame you have such a caustic mouth,” he said under his breath.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.”

Shrugging, he inched closer, the scent of him intoxicating. “I have no intention of playing by the rules. Never have. Never will.”

His words were far too exciting, creating a warmth between my legs. He was far more attractive than I’d realized, the two-day stubble creating an aura of delicious danger. The way the cobalt blue shirt hugged his chest did little to hide his chiseled body and the well-worn blue jeans accentuated all the well-endowed qualities that God had given him.

“What do you want?” I demanded, unable to turn around given the close proximity of his body.

“What do I want,” he repeated, but not as a question. “While I might not play by the rules, I’m a firm believer that women should.”

“I beg your pardon?” Was he really going to play a game with me?

“You heard me. You insulted me for no apparent reason other than you’re obviously having a bad day.”

I honestly had no idea what to say. As he inched even closer until I could feel the extreme heat of his body, I was instantly quivering from the wild electricity soaring through my body and angry that he thought he had any authority over me. “Look, buddy.”

He shook his head, creating a tsking sound. “That’s not very nice, especially for a lady. I think you need to have some discipline in your life.”

“Discipline? You must be out of your fucking mind!”

“And that mouth of yours. You definitely need to be taught a lesson.”

I knew this either had to be a hint of the Twilight Zoneor I’d been thrown into an episode of Punked. This just wasn’t going to happen. “Look here, buster. You have no idea who you’re talking to.”

“Maybe not, but I think you need a stern lesson.” When he placed his hands on top of mine, leaning over, grinding his hips against mine, I was absolutely stunned.

“You’re out of your mind,” I whispered.

“I’ve heard that before. Now, you can take your spanking like a good little girl or I’ll be forced to pull out my belt.”

The man was serious. I was mortified, riddled with anger. I was also one hundred percent ashamed given the wafting of my feminine wiles that filled the tiny space. I had no doubt he could tell how turned on I was. I blinked several times, finding it difficult to focus. “I… Uh…” I never stuttered. Ever. Why was it that being close to this man invoked every fantasy, creating butterflies in my stomach?

Blaise jerked at my dress, tugging on the hem. “Where I come from, we spank our women bare assed.”

“You are… I mean…” Oh, this was ridiculous.

“Are you trying to tell me that you don’t need a hard spanking? Are you trying to tell me that your behavior was acceptable?” There was such a gleam in his eyes, but all I could concentrate on was the sound of his soothing voice, the words that should terrify me.

Instead, they excited every portion of my body.

Another round of utter shame washed through me, goosebumps popping along my arms and legs. I felt like I was standing outside of myself, gazing down at the mischievous girl who desperately needed a round of harsh punishment. I had no idea where this was coming from.

None.

I’d purposely shut down my previous life.

“Yes. No. I mean…” I was a blubbering idiot. Jesus Christ.

“That’s what I thought.” He yanked the dress up to my waist, bending me over the sink.

That’s when I remembered that I’d selected a violet lace thong to go with my plum colored dress. I’d never been so embarrassed in my life. I was shaking, unable to react in any manner.

Blaise kicked my legs apart before caressing my bottom. “A hard spanking will do you some good, releasing the tension I can see written all over your face.”

I was almost numb as my face was pressed only inched from the mirror, leaving me forced to glare at my reflection. The stress had been killing me. I blinked several times as he backed away. When I noticed his hand coming down, I winced and closed my eyes, preparing for the pain.

Tingles shot down the back of my legs, the mere sting more stimulating than anything. I gripped the edges of the sink, digging my fingers in as he lifted his eyebrow, watching me. Then he lifted his hand again, coming down in even and swift smacks, moving from one side to the other. The sound of his palm slapping against my skin became an aphrodisiac, causing my pussy to gush and my nipples to press hard against the matching lace bra. Everything about this was mortifying.

What do you think lovely ones? Are you hot and um…wet yet?

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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One HOT, Dominating Firefighter

I think the majority of my readers know I adore firefighters and smokejumpers. For those who don’t know – I have an entire suspense series based on the amazing team of smokejumpers from Missoula, Montana. Might want to check them out. The book releasing Friday – and the name hasn’t been decided just yet – is all about a hot headed firefighter. He’s dominating. He craves danger. He’s passionate.

And he knows there is a killer amongst his rank.

Add that together with the feisty female fire investigator forced into the ranks and well, sparks fly. Here’s a taste of the new one and a bonus snippet from my latest dark mafia romance as well.

EXCERPT

Blaise

“God damn mother fucker.”

The words came easily out of my mouth. I absolutely hated politicians, the blowhards who thought they knew better than the rest of us. Meanwhile, we all realized they were just fighting to make up for their Vienna sausage-sized dicks. Today was no exception and neither was the man preening in front of the cameras.

Who am I? A firefighter serving Charlotte, North Carolina. My reputation? Playboy hard firemanhothead. Okay, not the best character reputation you want, but one I’d carved out for myself, maybe on purpose. I wasn’t much into rules, especially when it involved work. The members of my crew all craved danger, junkies for the adrenaline rush. I pretty much treated my concept of relationships the same way. I certainly wasn’t the commitment type. Yeah, I was snickering at the thought.

“This is bullshit.” The cry was full of outrage, drawing my attention to the oversized community room we all spent a hell of a lot of time in.

“This is politics for ya.”

“Lying sack of shit. The man’s never even set foot in any of the firehouses in this city. I don’t know who the hell he thinks he is. Dude from Jersey thinkin’ he can come here and take over Charlotte. Well, fuck him.”

I eyed the group of men standing around the small television set, their eyes focused on the press conference, nasty barbs flying right and left. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the announcement itself, but everyone else in the joint was fixated on the mayor’s choice for the brand spanking new fire investigator. The rumor mill had been flying for a solid two weeks that his selection was someone outside the industry, which was not only unheard of but considered blasphemy to the men and women who risked their lives every day.

“Aren’t you the least bit curious, Blaise?” Jake Hanson was my best friend, had been since I moved here from Texas over three years before. We were both lieutenants of Ladder Company 19, the captain relying on us for keeping the motley group on their toes in his absence. Well, that and for making trouble. I was the bad boy of the group with a nose for fires, especially arson, hence the use of my middle name. No one called me Brendon Tompkins unless I was in serious trouble. That seemed to happen on a frequent basis.

“You guys look like you’re doing just fine.” I reared back in the chair, placing my feet on the table, an action that pissed off the females of the group. Funny how the men didn’t give a shit. I could still hear the blaring sound from where I was sitting. David, Wally, and Kyle were shooting their middle fingers, as if the pompous mayor could see their contemptuous action. Thank God I had tomorrow off to regroup and catch up on some sleep. We were all antsy, exhausted. It had been a particularly grueling week, a shitstorm of fires, one right after the other. I had no doubt at least two were arson. We’d been experiencing a hell of a lot of that lately. Maybe a fire investigator worth his shit was in order.

Okay, so the thought was sexist; however, I just knew the industry as well as this city. The job was hard core and given the horrific spikes in catastrophic blazes, whoever was appointed would be digging their way through muck—both in and out of the dirt. In my opinion, women deserved to be treated better, like queens, even when they were required to submit. My cock ached, visions of a luscious and very naked young woman draped over my lap the culprit.

I allowed my mind to daydream, trying to dull out the rants. My last girlfriend had been back in Texas, a sweet little filly with a mouth that could shoot you down, then suck you right up, taking every drop of cum. Mmm… She’d refused to move across the country. Couldn’t say I blamed her. North Carolina certainly wasn’t like back home. I’d grown weary of the playboy lifestyle as well as being alone.

I thought about two nights before, my cock twitching at the mere thought. I’d never done anything so reckless in my life as to fuck a stranger, but damn if the experience hadn’t been hot as shit. I didn’t even know her name.

Then again, we all needed some R & R, myself included. Maybe I could convince Jake to grab a beer tonight, or even hunt down the sexy gal. If only I knew anything about the stunning and vivacious woman. Another wicked shift under the sheets could do a body good.

“Charlotte is a wonderful city, full of the finest people. We live and thrive because of our amazing emergency systems. However, there have been some serious accusations placed against our fire departments because of the increased reports of arson, among other things.” The mayor’s tone was gruff, almost angry, as if he had a bone to pick.

“What the fuck?” Wally snapped.

“He’s such an asshole,” Kyle added.

I’d butted heads with the politics in this town more than once, fueling my reputation. If you asked me, and nobody was, I knew there were some bad seeds perched in high positions. Taking them down wasn’t my job, but I’d certainly relish in the aftermath.

“What we need is a fire investigator who refuses to kowtow to anyone. We need strength of mind as well as a tenacious spirit. We need a bulldog. I am happy to announce that I’ve appointed the perfect candidate.” The mayor had that look of unveiling a surprise. I had a bad feeling it was going to bite everyone in the ass.

I halfway stood, able to see Mayor Zane pumping his fist like he’d just promised to rid the entire country of warfare. Rolling my eyes, I was about to walk closer when the alarm sounded. “Fuck. Me.” Another damn fire. I’d just gotten the soot from under my nails from the last one. “All right, boys and girls, get your shit together.”

As I raced to grab my gear, I noticed Captain Waters on a heated conversation over the phone. Whatever he was attending to, the man was pissed. This kind of thing had occurred more than once this week as well. We were all batting zero on the tolerance level.

I heard the call out, the dispatcher repeating the location. Another horrific house fire. Jesus Christ. As we scrambled onto the engine, the captain the last man, Kyle started roaring out of the driveway.

“You all right, Cap’n?” I couldn’t help but ask. His pinched face and pursed mouth were unusual for the man. He had almost forty years on the job and had seen everything. Lately, he just seemed exhausted, as if he had no joy in working fires any longer.

Captain Waters snorted as he fumbled to fasten his jacket. “Yeah. Dandy. Next few weeks are going to be hell.”

I knew better than to ask anything else. Fully dressed, I hung out the open door, searching the horizon. We were literally four blocks away from the address. Didn’t take long until I could see the flames shooting a solid twenty feet into the air. The closer we came, the more my gut kicked in. I had a weird sixth sense about fires, had since I was a kid. This was one of the reasons I’d defied my father, becoming a firefighter instead of following in his footsteps and taking over the family ranch. The transfer to Charlotte had been on a whim, a new location, more possibilities for advancement.

And I’d never regretted a day. “Hurry up, Kyle. The house is at least fifty percent engulfed.”

“Almost there,” he shot back.

The second the engine rolled to a stop, I was off the platform, scanning the scene. The area was combined use, commercial and residential and at this time of afternoon, the streets were teeming with activity.

“Damn hot fire,” Jake hissed.

“Where the hell are the cops?” I demanded to no one in particular. We needed some serious crowd control.

“Take it easy, Lieutenant,” the captain stated. “I’ll get everyone back until the police arrive. Assess the situation.”

“My baby’s inside!” The woman’s scream was laced with complete panic. She raced toward Jake, almost knocking him off his feet.

“It’s all right. Tell me who’s inside,” Jake asked, trying to keep calm.

“She’s only three. I couldn’t get her out.” The woman was almost incoherent.

“Where is she located? Tell me where,” Jake encouraged.

Sobbing, she had to be shaken before she reacted. “Back bedroom by the porch.”

I snapped my head in the direction of her finger. There was smoke but no active flames, although the fire was rolling through the timber box style construction. We had no time to waste. “That’s it. I’m going in. Watch my back, Hanson.” The ax in my hand, I shoved down my mask and raced toward the side of the building.

“Jesus Christ! Wait for backup!” the captain called.

“I got him. You three come in from the front. You guys on the side. Let’s get this rolling,” Jake commanded.

I heard the sound of sirens coming from every direction and knew two things instinctively. One, Jake would have my back, fighting alongside me and two, this little girl had minutes to live. She was not dying under my watch. I made it to the back door. Smoke was rolling from under, embers popping along every surface. The door was cool to the touch but locked. I didn’t bother with the ax, simply giving it a hard kick, standing back until I was able to ascertain the location of the flames. A blanket of thick, acrid smoke rolled over me the second I walked inside. Blue-hued flames licked up from the walls, threatening to swim over the ceiling. I was forced to yank out my flashlight, tossing the beam into the center of the building. Couldn’t see shit.

A rush of water flowed behind me, the sizzling sound like sweet music.

“You’re late,” I called to Jake, then threw out my hand silencing him. The cry was muffled but distinct enough. “She’s over here.”

“Be careful,” Jake commanded, swinging the hose back and forth.

Everything was black as night, but the walls and ceilings had already started to crumble, raining debris all around and over us. A snapping crack was followed by a whooshing sound as the fire leapt to the ceiling over us.

“Fuck!” Jake huffed.

What do you think? Imagine the man embroiled in wicked passion.

A TASTE OF…

PREY

I am an assassin. I was born into the profession. There was no choice given, no question of what I preferred to do when I was growing up. I am royalty. I am privileged. And I am my father’s son, expected to follow in his path as well as that of others, dominant men ruling the world with an iron fist. The consortium holds the most powerful countries in the palm of their hand, their plan to eradicate respected leaders and those who stand in their way on prey_fulltrack. I am merely one son, one heir to a throne consumed by evil, an indentured servant to the Dark Haven. I am also the darkness, a hunted man. What no one knows is that I am lost, a weakness I can’t afford.

One day, I will find her. The one who will pull me into the light.

One day…

The words had haunted him for years, leaving the kind of sadness that could be career-ending. But not on this night.

Wrath had never felt so exhilarated in his life, although the fact he’d not only interfered with what had to be a shakedown but decided to take matters into his own hands could place his life in danger. He had an assignment to finish and instead, he had a naked girl on his lap, her provocative and stunning body more powerful to him than the five hundred thousand dollar prize he was expecting. As he wound his fingers around her silky strands of hair, leaning dangerously close to her voluptuous mouth, he counted all the reasons this was ridiculous.

The mark could get away.

His cover could be blown.

He could be arrested and spend the rest of his miserable life languishing in prison.

Or worse.

He could be eliminated by one of the eight men who comprised the Dark Haven for simple betrayal.

Right now, he didn’t care about any of them. He wanted her. He was determined to dominate her.

Ashley took several deep breaths, her eyes darting back and forth across his.

“We’re not finished yet, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.” He crushed his mouth over hers, inhaling the sweet essence of her feminine wiles as well as her expensive perfume. Everything about this woman was exotic, forbidden, and the fruit was too ripe and lush for him to resist.

Their chemistry was off the chain, electricity shooting through both of them.

He swept his tongue inside, tasting her, devouring her mouth. Even as she struggled, pressing her palm against his chest, he knew she craved much more. Everything about her body language screamed utter desire, the kind that would set the world on fire. He was more alive than he’d ever been, his cock screaming for relief.

She moaned into the kiss, undulating in his lap to the point he could no longer focus or think of anything outside of taking her. The barbarian in him had risen to the surface, threatening to take over what little humanity he had left. She should be his enemy.

Instead, she was the ultimate prize.

He gathered her into his arms as he stood, moving slowly toward the bed. He might regret his actions in the morning, but for tonight, she belonged to him. As he eased her down, the passionate embrace continued, their tongues thrashing together, her moans turning into purrs as she clung to him.

Breaking the kiss, he nipped her lower lip, growling in a savage manner. There was no need for discussion, only their respective carnal needs that required fulfilling. He licked around her mouth then down to her neck, darting his tongue in swirling motions as she tilted her head toward the bed. Inching further down, he licked around her nipple then peppered her skin with kisses as he returned to her neck, issuing a guttural sound. As he unfastened the buttons on his shirt with a single hand, he whispered into her ear, just to make certain she was well aware the deal had yet to be finished.

“You’re mine, all mine, sweetheart. Take a deep breath because the beast is about to claim you.” Easing back, he gazed down at her, the electricity shooting through him igniting embers embedded in every muscle and cell. He was well aware she’d lied about her name, but at this point, who the hell cared? She would never learn his real name either. This wasn’t about romance, simply raw and unadulterated sex.

Ashley eased onto her hands, lifting and spreading her legs wide open as she lifted a single eyebrow. Her gaze full of amusement, she gave him a heated once-over. “I’m not your sweetheart. And what makes you think I’ll comply that easily?” She blew him a kiss as she tossed her head from side to side.

Wrath tossed his shirt before kicking off his shoes then tapping his finger against his belt. “Because you’re a born and bred submissive, just waiting for the right man to come along and claim you. Plus, it’s obvious you have a penchant for danger.” Chuckling, he could see the wheels of her mind turning, trying to find the correct retort.

“I do adore a dangerous man, but I usually prefer kicking his ass.”

Such a little minx. He allowed his French accent to flow in a soft-spoken, seductive manner. All the years of education and intense training had given him options, including the use of eight different languages. French seemed to suit her. He was more than curious to garner a look into her small purse but had the distinct feeling that she was hiding everything about her identity. Maybe she was really just a high dollar card shark, employed by some rich socialite who craved the thrill of risk.

Funny how his instinct told him otherwise.

Ashley wasn’t the kind of woman who followed orders, at least in her profession. The rest was a matter of allowing the fragrant blossom to open naturally. Maybe they would even meet again. His blood pressure increased at the thought.

He gave her a commanding look, enjoying the slight blush and the flicker of her stunning long lashes. “Besides, you still have another round of punishment owed. I suggest you be a good little girl.”

In a flash she was off the bed, pressing her palms against his naked chest and pushing with just enough pressure he was forced to take a step backwards. “A good girl, huh? You obviously have no idea who I am. I’m very good at being very bad.”

Fisting her hair, he used enough pressure she hissed. “While I might not know everything about you yet, I can see right through to your soul, all the sinful little cravings that keep you awake at night.” He swatted her on the ass twice before giving her a daring look.

“Don’t tempt me to show you who’s boss,” she purred, her fingers digging into his chest. “I could hurt you badly.”

“Oh, really? Give it your best shot.” The challenge was almost too tasty.

You know how I adore my mafia pieces! I hope you enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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Becoming an Assassin’s Prey

I have a brand new dark mafia piece out, but…with a twist. He’s an assassin as well as in line for a throne of very influential and dangerous men. She’s an FBI agent hell bent on taking him down. When they meet? Sparks fly. Will she cross the line or will the cat and mouse game end in incarceration? Hmmm… You’ll have to read to find out.

PREY

Darkness…

Foreboding to some. To him, the ominous shadows were comforting, allowing him complete anonymity in order to perform the jobs he’d been paid well to execute. Tonight was no exception and he was exhilarated, adrenaline flowing. He craved the chase, the prey_fullmoment when he locked onto his target. Every assignment was unusual. Different countries. Powerful individuals. Beautiful women. Incredible food and drink. His skills allowed for careful selection, the very reason he was still alive.

Even though there were strict requirements.

He moved through the darkness, finding the house with ease. The mark had evidently caught wind there was a contract on his life, leaving his usual environment in utter disarray. And somehow, the man thought he’d remain safe in the countryside, a little house in the woods that no one was supposed to know about. Snickering, he eased the gun from his jacket, adding the silencer as he headed toward the rear, all the while scanning the perimeter. Surprises he didn’t need. At least the fucker would be alone, an easy target.

The entire back of the house was full of windows, the massive set of sliding doors peering out onto a lush garden. There were no other houses in close proximity, another perk of this particular job. He inched closer, able to see the mark sitting in an overstuffed chair directly in front of a roaring fire.

Like taking candy from a baby.

He moved into the most optimal position, holding the weapon in both hands. A split second before he pulled the trigger, he jerked back, cursing under his breath. The man was supposed to be alone. Fuck!He shoved the gun back into his pocket and headed straight through the woods toward the awaiting vehicle. Yanking out his phone, he studied the reception. Just enough. The call was answered within two rings.

“Yes?”

“Mission aborted,” he half whispered as he opened the driver’s door.

There was a long pause.

“Why?”

“I have my reasons. To be completed at a later time.” Ending the call, he tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. He was a cold-blooded killer but even he had his scruples, no matter what the blessed consortium required of him.

He would never complete a contract in front of a child.

* * *

Monte Carlo

Eight days later

“Do you know what I want?” she purred as she slipped first one then her other arm around Wrath’s neck, her red lips glistening even in the shadowed light.

Ricardo ‘Wrath’ Constantino had been with many women over the years, devouring several varieties, but French girls were usually far more discerning about their tastes in men. Cherry certainly didn’t seem to understand that if she accepted several drinks then invited a killer to her condo she could face the ultimate demise. Granted, she wasn’t his target, nor would she know of his profession. However, the irony was delightful. “Now, what could that possibly be?” he asked as he brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek.

“I love your commanding manner. So sexy.” Cherry clung to him, her eyes holding the haze of intoxication. “I hunger for a taste of that hard body of yours.” She kissed his lips, darting out her tongue and dragging the tip across the seam of his mouth.

He allowed her to toy with him, teasing as she slid one hand down his chest. Sadly, he’d grown bored of the evening. Even winning at Blackjack didn’t have any effect on his sour mood. What did entice him was the gorgeous redhead sitting at another Blackjack table, the scarlet dress the perfect complement to her stunning long legs and hourglass figure. He was hungry, having played the perfect gentleman during his time spent in the amazing city.

What he could easily see was that she was an expert at a slight of hand, kiting the system. He was amused as well as aroused by her brazen attempt at winning. If she was caught, the punishment would be extremely harsh.

“Cherry, you are a lovely woman, but I believe I see someone I know. An unexpected surprise. I’m certain you can understand.”

Pouting her ruby-stained lips, she lifted a single eyebrow, her index finger sliding back and forth across his Adam’s apple. When she knew he was serious, she huffed. “Merde. Fine. Have it your way, but you’re missing out.”

He waited until she walked away, flipping him her middle finger in frustration, her next set of words spoken with a nasty tone. “Je m’en fous!

She’d consumed one too many glasses of champagne. She didn’t give a fuck, eh? Well, then neither would he.

Wrath studied the lovely redhead at the other table as she worked, taking her time and winning only small bets. Even the card dealer, a trained expert, seemed to have no idea about her exceptional skills. He took a sip of his bourbon, debating exactly what to do. His cock ached, throbbing against his tuxedo pants, a clear sign that he needed to meet her. Few women had any effect on him, fewer still holding his interest for even this long.

After she won yet another hand, he polished off his drink and moved in the direction of the table, taking the last spot, which happened to be on her left. He acknowledged the players, waiting to greet her last. “Madame.” His French accent was one that the majority of women found endearing. He had a feeling this woman couldn’t care less simply by her caustic body language.

“Miss.” She gave him a once-over as the dealer positioned the new cards, yawning after a few seconds.

His amusement turned into raging hunger, his balls tightening.

“Fascinating,” he whispered so only she could hear.

“Are you flirting with me?” she asked in a haughty tone.

He chuckled, darting his eyes in her direction. She was American and appeared to be all alone, although looks could be deceiving. “I rarely flirt because I usually get what I want without question.”

“Ah, you’rethatkind of man.”

“And which kind is that?”

“An asshole.” Purring, she took a sip of her wine, shifting her stool and allowing him a more captivating look at her legs.

Wrath gave her a slight nod of respect. The woman was tough as nails. He could only imagine her behavior in bed.

As the cards were turned, he watched her intently, studying the way she was able to cheat. There was something odd about her mannerisms, so polished and perfect. He was more than impressed, her abilities surpassing some of the best he’d known. She was truly magnificent.

Drinks were brought, the players dropping out one by one after mere minutes.

After she won yet another hand, Wrath leaned over, whispering in her ear, “You’re very good at what you do. I’m impressed and that never happens.”

She only slightly tipped her head. He could easily tell that she was aggravated at the interruption. The bet she had on the table was the largest of the night, one that would easily net her a cool fifty G’s. “And what might that be?”

The sound of her voice was alluring, seductive in the soft inflections. “You’re a cheat. How do I know this? Because I was hired and trained to spot even those with utter finesse.” He allowed the words to sink in, his cock throbbing as her porcelain face flushed, turning a lovely shade of pink.

“How dare you! I’m no cheat,” she whispered, reaching for her wine in her usual confident manner.

“And you and I both know you’re lying.” Wrath gathered his meager winnings and moved away from the table, tossing a hundred dollar chip toward the dealer. “Thank you, sir. This table is far too hot for me.”

“Thank you,” the dealer said with a smile then glanced at the remaining players, the tip understood.

Wrath slid his hands into his pockets, taking long strides out the main door then leaning against the wall. There would be no more winning for the lovely lady tonight. If his calculations were correct, she would be coming through the door in…

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The redhead was on cue, bolting through the door. Instead of any concept of fear on her face, she was furious, her eyes scanning the corridor. Seconds later, she jerked up her long dress, cursing what the Americans called a blue streak as she strode in the opposite direction. “Goddamn motherfucking asshole.”

Wrath moved out of the shadows, following closely behind. She wasn’t a true card shark, or if she was, she was certainly taking calculated risks. Perhaps he needed to get to the bottom of her true identity. The last thing he needed was trouble prior to fulfilling his contract.

Especially since the mark was MIA.

His long legs were more than a match for a woman in shockingly high heels, his hand wrapping around her arm and jerking her to the side.

“You. What do you want?” she snapped, struggling to get out of his hold. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Shh… Such language. Now, we can handle this situation one of two ways, which will be entirely your decision.” Wrath kept his voice low, certainly not loud enough to register to anyone in close proximity. He crowded her space, drinking in her exotic perfume. Visions of shackling her naked to his bed popped into his nefarious mind.

Hissing, she yanked again, almost getting out of his grasp. “I’ll ask you one. Last. Time. Who the hell do you think you are?”

She certainly carried an air of arrogance, something he did appreciate, especially in a woman. Time to call her bluff. “Someone who knows a thief when he sees one. As I was saying, you can come with me now or I’ll simply call in the local policia.”

The single tic in the corner of her mouth was the only giveaway that she was bothered in any manner. Otherwise, she played the situation as she had the cards.

Calculated.

Policia?” she mused, her eyes flashing.

He’d made a single mistake, one that could cost him. Tonight, he was a Frenchman, the terminology entirely different than his native country. “The Monte Carlo police division is well known throughout the world as being brutal.” The lie sounded plausible. The second shimmer of her eyes indicated she wasn’t entirely certain whether he was telling the truth.

“You have the situation wrong. I need to see some identification, Mr. Know it All,” she barked, throwing out her arm, beckoning with her fingers.

Chuckling, he was becoming more and more fascinated with the woman.

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