What if He’s Your Bounty?

I do love my strong female characters and my latest book is no exception. She’s a former law enforcement officer turned bounty hunter. And the man she’s hunting? Someone she shared a blip in time with. Is he dangerous? Yes. Is he dominating? Oh, hell, yes, but there are secrets and lies behind the mission she accepted. Hmmm… As always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

BOUNTY

EXCERPT

Stone

They say treachery is a disease, one that will eat you alive, cell by cell, bone by bone. I’d bounty_bwplayed the game of pretend for far too long, uncertain of who I was any longer. One aspect held true without question.

I’d turned into one dangerous man.

“You’re one worthless piece of shit, Marks, nothing but a dangerous asshole. I would have never believed you would turn. You were a hero, well respected. How the fuck did those bastards get to you?”

“I’m no hero, Simmons. According to you, just a dirty agent.”

“Damn it! You were my partner once and my friend,” Parker hissed as he rubbed his eyes. Yeah, Parker Simmons had indeed been a friend, a man I could count on for years. We’d gone through the academy together, recruited in much the same manner. Both heroes as soldiers in an army fighting evil. What the hell did that matter now? I’d been labeled a criminal while he’d gone onto greater things, head of the entire freaking DEA.

I held my shoulders back, the adrenaline still flowing from being wrestled to the ground, the officers finding joy in beating on one of their own. Maybe I had been undercover for far too long. “Now I’m just a piece of shit. Do what you need to do, Director.”

The memory was one I’d been able to push away up until now. Maybe I didn’t want to remember anything about my former life.

Was I only a shadow of the man I’d been two years ago? The answer wasn’t one I was proud of. I’d worked as nothing more than a grunt for the Red Devils for fourteen months, clawing my way up to a trusted soldier. The glorified street gang had grown significantly over the years, turning more into a mafia-like organization with a man called El Capitan at the helm. As far as I was concerned, Michael David was nothing more than a Gambini lackey.

The mixed breed Italian-born street thug had his sights set on joining the infamous Gambini mafia family, as if Don Carmine Gambini would allow that to happen. I knew all the asshole’s secrets, not that it mattered any longer. I’d been betrayed.

The volume of drugs the Red Devils had brought into the country had been significant, but the man was smart, not just your everyday street thug. El Capitan had washed the money in legitimate businesses, altering his methods of operations several times, many I hadn’t been privileged at learning about. However, I’d been observant, realizing that as intelligent as El Capitan was, he certainly had others backing him, prominent and very influential members of the posh Chicago society.

There were several high-ranking officials from Chicago to points west getting rich off the ‘legitimate’ businesses. Sadly, I had no names and only limited evidence, but I’d been gaining traction until my gut had told me that my cover had been blown. Even Carmine Gambini hadn’t made the kind of inroads that the El Capitan had, something that certainly had to piss off the larger than life Don.

Up to that point, the El Capitan had been impressed with my skills. With that nod of reverence, I’d been afforded the perks. Money. Nightclubs. Even a rather posh apartment. All while building evidence against their organization. And right now? The evidence I’d acquired was likely to go with me to the grave. Maybe I’d gotten too soft.

Or too dangerous.

Whatever the case, this was some unexpected shit. I’d never even considered state prosecutors would send a bounty hunter, let alone a woman. No, I had to correct myself. One sexy as fuck woman. She’d actually caught me off guard, something that never happened. During my limited incarceration, I’d been able to avoid the brutal shower room events because of my intense training and quick observations. Though I wouldn’t have thought twice about slicing some useless inmate for even considering touching me.

The worst part?

I remembered every inch of her sexy body; her rounded hips and small waist, the way her long legs had wrapped around me as I’d fucked her, almost as brutally all those years before. She’d been nothing more than a fantasy then, a moment of raw passion at a time I needed the closeness. What we’d shared had been incredible, a sweet memory I’d kept alive at night for years.

I never wanted her to remember the man from before.

Anger rushed through me, the damn aspect of karma almost too much to deal with. Why did she have to be the one to try to take me down?

This girl had managed to slide past my defenses, finding me in a vulnerable state—trying to get my fucking life back together as well as gain the evidence I needed. This whole shit storm had played out like a thriller novel, only I was getting the short end of the stick. The out of nowhere snowstorm had left me in a pinch. My sixth sense had been useful, notifying me that I was being followed even before she thought she’d cornered me. I’d watched her, observing her actions, studying her training.

She was damn good. I’d have to give her that. Another sickening part about the last two days since the moment I’d recognized her?

I’d hungered for her, falling into a fitful sleep while imagining all the savage things I wanted to do to her body. My cock had remained hard almost the entire time. I’d had no way of knowing who she worked for. There were several options, including the Red Devils. She could be a hired gun for them or the Gambinis instead of the Justice Department. What she hadn’t realized was my level of training, the ability to disappear without a trace.

But I’d made a single mistake, thinking she’d lost sight of her prey.

Letting my guard down to partake in copious amounts of alcohol and a hardcore game of poker at a local dive bar had seemed the least of my worries. She was an artist at tracking to have caught me again.

An honor.

There hadn’t been a single officer of the law in any precinct, district, or federal organization that had managed to hunt me down, including the DEA. Now her. Or maybe I should ask, why her? Maybe somebody had made the connection to our past. If so, they were playing a sick and twisted game. I’d taken several precautions as I’d headed west, but nothing was foolproof.

Perhaps I’d just made the ultimate mistake of my career, cementing my death sentence. I’d turned the tables, shackling and fucking her. I’d always known she belonged to me, my desire roaring to the surface even more than before. There was something about her that unleashed the dark demons festering inside of me.

Almost innocent.

Definitely a fighter.

A woman I craved possessing.

Yeah, I was going to fry in the electric chair.

SYNOPSIS

She came to collect a bounty. She got my belt instead.

I went undercover to take down a mob boss and ended up betrayed, framed, and on the run. Harper Rollins tried to bring me in, but instead of collecting a bounty she earned herself a hard spanking and then an even rougher lesson that left her cute bottom sore in a very different way.

She’s not one to give up on a paycheck, but that’s fine by me. It just means I’ll have plenty more chances to welt her beautiful backside and then make her scream her surrender into the sheets.

What do you think? Pretty delicious, isn’t he? I hope you enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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If you missed my last release, the first in one SIZZLING shifter series, hmmm…

CARNAL

Claiming a human is forbidden, but that will not keep her from me. A beast takes his mate.

For centuries we have hidden our feral nature, our brute strength, and our carnal carnal_fullinstincts. Now, when the savagery of one of our kind risks exposing us all, we should be even more circumspect.

But this human is my mate, and nothing will keep me from claiming and ravaging her. She is mine to tame and protect, and if my belt doesn’t teach her to obey then she’ll learn her place in a much more shameful fashion. Either way, her surrender will be as complete as it is inevitable.

There is a legend, one grown of darkness and strife, rage and abomination.

Creatures so powerful, they are feared above all others.

Predators whose hunger knows no bounds.

The Wolfen.

But as legends go, the stories become tall tales told around campfires.

Until no one believes them any longer.

That is until they are faced with the truth…

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