When Revenge is Involved…

Well, my darlings, the 4th in the Mafia Masters series is HOT off the presses. This one takes you through the upper echelon of Miami to Cuba and just might sizzle your senses. I thought you might like to take a taste…

CLAIMED AS REVENGE

Havana, Cuba

Revenge.

I’d been called soulless, among other things, my penchant for the taste of blood almost as powerful as my hunger for passion. However, the only thing on my mind at this moment was snuffing out an inconsequential fool. I took a deep breath, attempting to restore my calm resolve.

I’d killed a man. While the act wasn’t something I engaged in often, the fact I had blood claimedasrevenge_fullon my hands, a stain that would never go away, wasn’t far from my mind. And the man I’d spent the last three hours with was the reason.

Music, the soul and breath of life. While I enjoyed music in the background, I’d never been one to follow an artist or give a shit. The duo of piano and cello was exquisite, the notes bold and haunting, intoxication for my ears. I took a deep breath, staring out at the rolling ocean waters, content at least for the moment. Even the scents of native flowers, white ginger and jasmine, were a powerful aphrodisiac.

If I were here for anything but business.

I was the kind of man who crushed my enemies, someone to be afraid of. After all, I was filled with darkness, danger surrounding every aspect of my life. No one fucked with me or my family. The Garcias had ruled the South with an iron fist, my father having established our stronghold decades before. Few enemies had the audacity to challenge us, those who did receiving the very wrath of the gods.

In our way.

Brutal.

Heartless.

Cold.

I didn’t mind the concept in the least.

I especially loathed those who thought they could get the better of me, just because I’d yet to take full control. Santiago Rivera was that kind of man.

Pretentious.

Powerful.

Snake.

I’d spent hours learning all about him before boarding a jet to Cuba. I was no fool, realizing that for all the pomp and circumstance, the wealthy entrepreneur and oppressive kingpin was merely biding his time before he fully invaded my family’s territory. That just wasn’t going to happen. Danton had been working with him for a little over two months, allowing a significant amount of money to be funneled into Santiago’s hands.

Tonight, we were playing a game of Russian roulette, only he had no idea that I never lost.

I’d been given carte blanche since my arrival, Santiago ensuring that my every need and desire had been fulfilled since the night before. Food. Drink. Women. There was nothing off the table. His unlimited offers meant the man was running scared, uncertain of my capabilities.

He was soon to find out.

The cigar was incredible, the sights from his arched veranda spectacular, his posh estate positioned on a dangerous precipice, a warning to all those who dared cross his path. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. I leaned against one of the carved stone pillars as the sun dipped over the horizon, marveling at the crystalline water, waves lapping at the shoreline. The heat of the summer evening was less sweltering given the light breezes while the sounds of piano concerto music floated from unseen speakers, adding to the festive atmosphere, the cellist an incredible musician. I was taken on a beautiful walk through the seductive music alone. Sadly, I wasn’t in any kind of mood for a party.

Or romance.

Traveling to Cuba had been against my father’s wishes, but necessary to keep the peace.

Unless the man fucked with me.

“I see you enjoy our Cuban cigars, Miguel. One of our specialty blends,” Santiago said as he walked closer, his booming baritone wafting over the light breeze. In his hand were two brandy snifters. His smile was gregarious, the twinkle in his eyes suggesting he’d won me over with his charm and hospitality.

I wasn’t a man who succumbed to anything, especially treachery.

I took another puff before answering. “Very much so. The flavor is bold with a hint of spices. Perfection. I will add that dinner was also incredible.” My mother had taught me decent manners. My father had taught me how to handle betrayal.

“My chef will certainly be happy to hear of your approval. I’ll make certain you have several boxes of our finest cigars to take home with you.” As he handed me one of the drinks, his already dark eyes seemed more volatile, his pupils mere pinpricks. He knew he was in over his head.

“How generous of you.”

“As you can imagine, I’m eager to bring them to Miami and beyond.”

Yes, I was well aware of his ploy. While Cuban cigars were no longer illegal in the United States, selling them continued to bring fines of a hefty nature. I knew all about him and his company, the cigar distribution a basic front for his drug running operation. I knew the game well. My family had several legitimate businesses, all while providing highly regarded party favors to wealthy clients. I had to admit that adding Cuban cigars to the mix was an excellent idea.

As long as he understood the parameters.

As long as he followed the rules.

By this point, he’d heard about Danton’s early demise. That gave me a certain amount of leverage.

“You are also enjoying the music, eh?” he asked in a casual manner.

I tipped my head as the song reached a crescendo, my heart racing from the intensity. “It is beautiful, although not what I would have expected.”

Santiago laughed. “There are many things you do not know about me, my friend. The solo cellist is my daughter.”

I was pleasantly surprised, the concept giving me a smile. “Please tell your daughter that I admire her ability very much.”

“I will do just that; however, I am well aware that you did not come here for my taste in music.”

“Sadly, you are correct. I suggest we get down to business.” I took a sip, savoring the expensive cognac, allowing the rich liquor to soothe my constricted throat. I’d done well holding my temper during the four-course meal, listening to his pontifications regarding his stature in life. Any other man would have already been gutted.

I wondered if he was aware of just how close he’d already come to losing his precious hold on life.

“Like father, like son,” Santiago said casually, moving toward the interior of the veranda, easing down on the supple leather sofa as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Like you, I do my research. Your father is well respected.”

“Yes.” The single word I issued brought a single huff of disdain, creating another smile on my face.

I took a glance at one of my two soldiers who’d accompanied me on the trip, their eyes having never left me from the second I’d entered Santiago’s cliff-side mansion. Both Cordero and Enrique knew what was at stake. They also realized that with a flick of my wrist, I could unleash their talent. I chuckled at the thought.

Santiago followed my gaze, slowly unbuttoning his white dinner jacket before pulling out a cigar of his own.

“My father taught me the importance of honesty as well as a well-organized business venture.”

“Something to respect,” he said in an offhanded way, taking his time to pull the gilded cutter from the oversized astray. The snip was loud, no doubt his attempt at patronizing me.

I simply looked back toward the ocean, content in my standings with him. While we hadn’t talked business over dinner, I’d made certain he knew his place in the pecking order. He was as close to the bottom as he could be. The thought almost made my cock hard. “Yes, like father, like son. And as you know, my father is a formidable man. You want to sell cigars in the United States. I can help with arranging distribution rights as well as transportation to various cities. I can also provide you with connections, wealthy and influential clients who will gladly pay your exorbitant prices.”

“Exorbitant. Come now. These are the most fabulous cigars in the world,” Santiago said, finally taking a puff.

I twisted the cigar in my fingers, eager to get this shit over with. I had other business to attend to. “Yes, as you’ve said more than once.” I walked in his direction and while he offered a seat, I remained standing. “I’m also well aware that you’re intent on bringing drugs into my regime, a compromising situation.”

“Now, wait a minute.” He huffed and puffed as he leaned forward. Even in the beautiful evening light, I could tell his face had turned beet red.

“I’m no fool, Santiago, so don’t dare attempt to try and place me in that position. I’ve been watching you for months, your test runs to particular marinas quite resourceful.”

“That’s preposterous!”

“No. We are not going down that road. Cut the crap. We are professionals and we’re going to remain that way. I will make you a deal but it’s the only one on the table. If I leave here, the offer will vanish. Permanently.”

Inhaling, his nostrils flared from the rage creeping into his system. I enjoyed keeping a man on edge. “I’m listening.”

“Excellent. The deal is that I will allow you to provide party favors within the city limits of Miami, but under my direction and with a forty percent finder’s fee.”

“That’s outrageous!”

I didn’t even blink, merely keeping my stare dark and cold. “Then I guess our business is concluded here and I assure you that I have various maritime officials on my payroll. They will be notified to look carefully for any boat coming from two hundred miles in the proximity of Cuba. Oh, and the deal for the cigars? Unfortunately, that will be eliminated as well. I can also assure you that if you attempt to undermine my family or my operations, I will destroy you. I think you are well aware of my capabilities.”

“How. Dare. You.”

I took another sip of cognac, another puff then closed the distance, taking my time placing the glass on the table, stubbing out the cigar. Then I simply walked toward the door, my soldiers following.

“Wait a minute. Just fucking wait a minute!” Santiago snapped. “Fine. You have your deal.”

I took a deep breath before turning around. “Very well. I’ll draw up the papers and have them in your office in the morning. However, I will need a gesture of good faith. After all, I came several hundred miles in order to make this… arrangement with you.”

He remained seated although I could tell he was fuming. He hadn’t anticipated my wrath. “What kind of gesture do you want?”

“I’m certain you can come up with something that will appease me.” I offered a smile as I adjusted the cufflinks on my sleeves.

Santiago pointed toward the half-finished glass of cognac, finally offering a smile of his own. When I refused, his face fell. “Very well,” he said as he stood. Was there the slightest hint of a quiver in his hand? Perhaps. “I think I have something that will suit you.” He kept the glass and cigar in his hands as he walked out of the room.

I chuckled and walked back toward the ornate concrete half wall, staring down at the exquisite and colorful buildings constructed on the side of the cliff. From this point of view, the sights of the city were beautiful. Sadly, the distance masked the crumbling buildings and rundown landscaping.

Only the wealthy were able to maintain a certain lifestyle, affording the various perks the gorgeous country had to offer. A man like Santiago enjoyed his status more than most, lording his good fortune over almost everyone else.

Except those within his inner circle.

Within five minutes I heard footsteps on the terra cotta floor, only this time there were two sets. I didn’t bother turning, anticipating some fabulous crate of cigars or perhaps a case of his favored liquor.

“Miguel. May I present my daughter, Valencia. She is the musician you spoke so highly of. Valencia, this is a very important business associate, Miguel Garcia, all the way from America.”

I shifted until I was able to see the doorway. Santiago stood like the pompous ass he truly was while the lovely woman standing beside him had a furious expression on her face. I’d seen pictures of her in my quest to learn every sordid detail about the man, including his weaknesses. However, there had never been any mention that she was an accomplished musician. Valencia was his only child, at least by legitimate means.

She was as incredible as her music.

“Valencia. What a lovely name. I’m pleased to meet you. You play beautifully.”

She nodded out of respect then looked away, her breath scattered.

“Some respect, pequena princessa,” Santiago rumbled, anger in his tone.

“I am not a princess, father. While it’s good to meet you, I was in the middle of practice. May I go now?” Valencia asked as she folded her arms.

“I’m curious. What game are you playing, Santiago?” I asked casually.

“You will learn, Miguel, that I also don’t play games for anyone,” he said in an offhanded manner.

She gave me a heated glance, as if disgusted with my appearance, now remaining quiet. A good daughter and one entirely under her father’s thumb.

The girl was beautiful, her long dark hair flowing to the small of her back, her large blue eyes stunning. My cock twitched from the way her lips pursed and I allowed my gaze to fall to her voluptuous breasts and slender waist with rounded hips that accentuated long and sexy legs. Even in the simple cobalt blue dress that hugged every curve, she was glorious.

Santiago walked closer, a wry expression on his face. “You wanted an appropriate gesture of good faith. I have something you will admit is truly remarkable.”

What do you think???  A little spicy? I hope you enjoyed!

Kisses and Spanks

Piper

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PURCHASE CLAIMED AS REVENGE

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…

Have a great weekend!

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.

Well, what do you think? Imagine the chemistry!

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PURCHASE PREY

Imagine an Alien Lottery for Humans…

Can you imagine living on Earth during a time where aliens have overtaken the planet? One of their perks is having a lottery every few months. Their winning prize? Fertile human females. Now, imagine if there was a human female who refused to comply? I have a HOT new dark reverse harem science fiction piece just out. See what you think!

HARVEST

“You’ll be punished.”

How many times had I heard that very statement before? How many sleepless nights hadharvest_full I envisioned the monsters taking me, using me? Filling every hole with one of their thick, hard cocks?

Shivering, I blinked away the ugly visions, making a promise to myself that I would escape. Somehow. Someway.

Then there was my family to worry about. I cringed, my skin tingling from anticipation. The Centurions were monsters. Brutal savages. And there was nothing any of the aliens could do to change my mind.

The horrible premonitions were coming true. My mind was rattled, petrified that everything I’d dreamt during the last two weeks had actually occurred. My skin tingled, my pussy quivering much as it had since the experience in the woods. Maybe I was losing my mind, the fear overtaking any concept of reality.

But I couldn’t get the monster out of my mind.

Voltar…

His entire body reeked of testosterone, a man to be feared, his power evident in every move he made. Broad shoulders, a carved chest, rippled abs that were every girl’s fantasy.

But he was an alien. A damn beast that I was supposed to fear.

Then why did I hunger for him every night?

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Every time the primitive drums were hit with the cloth-covered mallets I jumped. There was no fear given what they were doing was on the massive screen, just simple disgust. Others in my group crowded closer, as if the monsters holding court were magical gods, able to free them from their daily confines. I wanted to laugh and make fun of them for their obviously misguided cravings, but what else did they have to live for?

Being locked away, never having the freedom to make a single choice—other than to submit or die.

I am woman, hear me roar.

I’d learned the expression, one from so long ago, from my mother. But even she’d lost her will to fight. A nauseating chill swept down my spine, trickling along the backs of my legs even though the temperature was close to eighty degrees. Everything about the Centurions and their ruthless ways repulsed me yet sent the fear of the unknown skittering into my bloodstream. I’d fought so hard to keep my self-worth, trying to enjoy the life we’d been forced into, but days like these were debilitating, shaking me to my core. I thought about the words I often said to myself in an effort to curtail my rage.

I am Felicity Michaels and no man or beast will ever strip away my identity or my dignity. Ever.

Only the aliens were capable of doing much more, at least if I was luckyenough to win the so-called lottery.

We all stood staring at the videogram, a retelling of one of the recent celebrations, the show meant to entice us for the upcoming Feast.

Feast. Feast. Feast.

The chanting would forever burn in the back of my mind.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” one of the girls asked no one in particular, her dilated eyes wide open and her hand raised as if able to stroke the copper-colored hair of the girl leading the others into a tight formation. Every single one of the women on display in the video seemed catatonic, as if they’d been drugged or worse, brainwashed into thinking they were facing a glorious life. They were all dressed in magnificent clothing, silks and satin in vibrant colors. I knew in my heart their attire was all for the glorious show.

They were simply being turned into well trained pets for the Centurions, a fate worse than death in my mind. I couldn’t fathom why no one else in our group seemed to notice the chosen’s artificial smiles and glassy eyes. Maybe they simply didn’t care. I glanced around me at the eager faces, pursed lips, and body language indicating they were turned on by the few aliens being shown in the videograms.

“No, they’re not,” I answered, more under my breath than anything. I wasn’t well liked, as if I gave a shit, but I had to be careful not to cause a commotion or the Watchers would flag my number, removing me from the upcoming celebration. They were the low-level Centurion soldiers, every one of them dangerous. I’d seen with my own eyes what the nasty creatures did to misbehaving girls. Any of them causing commotion were humiliated in front of every man and woman, stripped of their clothing and shackled, spanked like naughty little girls until their ass cheeks were flaming red.

 

“Come here, Earthling. You deserve to be punished.” His deep voice floated across the courtyard, the sound penetrating into the darkest parts of me. He patted his lap, his lip curled in an exaggerated fashion, the sneer on his face indicating he approved of my naked body.

I heard the chants all around me, the gregarious calls from those hungering to see me punished. A light breeze wafted across my skin, forwarding the horrific stench of the monster in my direction, yet my pussy clenched in anticipation. I did as I was told, my feet dragging as I inched closer, trying not to breathe, willing my mind to obey. If not, the consequences would be even worse.

He reached out, his fingers dancing along the skin of my forearm, tickling my synapses until my nipples hardened. I had no idea why I felt such blatant desire for a being I considered so wretched, but my body betrayed me, my breasts aching with deep longing. “Do you understand why you’re being whipped, little girl?”

I wanted to shout out that I was a woman and not a little girl, but I merely nodded. The thick leather strap lay by his side, a favored implement and one that could inflict significant pain. Why was my mouth watering and goosebumps popping along my arms and legs?

“Excellent. We will mold you into a perfect mate yet.” Yanking me over his massive lap, he pressed his hand on the small of my back. “You are to be given thirty lashes.”

As the strap was driven down against my buttocks, I squirmed and moaned, pain coursing throughout my body. And I wanted more…

The vision was far too real, leaving me shivering. I’d never wanted a controlling man, one who was used to getting what he wanted. Never. I wanted a hero, a gorgeous blond human fighting for my love, gentle and understanding. Unfortunately, he would also be fighting for our lives. No human male was allowed to mate with females any longer, at least not those under the protection of the Centurions. Human males were used as workers, true slaves tending to fields and what livestock remained living on Earth. Every young woman was considered property of the Centurions.

Forever.

What do you think? I think the aliens just might have their hands full!

Love and kisses…

Piper

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When a Debt is Owed…

I have another exciting release my darlings. Coming later today. I do love writing dark mafia pieces, although I can’t add as much of the thriller concept as I would like. BUT… This is the beginning of a new five book series. Imagine five princes of the most notorious crime syndicates in the country. They’re supposed to be enemies, but what if they band together to “help” each other when needed? Hmmm… A little different?

Now, imagine if your family’s legacy is threatened by a would-be President of the United States. How far would you go to protect your wealth, your family and your honor? Yes, mafia men do have certain levels of honor.

Here’s a taste of the first…

HIS AS PAYMENT

Dominick

Only in darkness can I feel the light…

The thought was revealing. A monster’s personality. My father coined the word ‘primal’ hisaspayment_fullfor his firstborn son, a spawn he’d shared proudly with everyone in and outside the traditional family, the Borgata. The term was perfect for a man ascending to the throne.

I was ruthless and heartless both in business and in the ways of pleasure, preferring more sadistic methods of passion. My first love would always be making money and I was rich and powerful in ways few could dream of.

I was also on borrowed time.

That was the way of crime families, only one step away from hitting the front page of the New York Times.Murdered in cold blood. Horrendous acts of revenge.

Retaliation.

The statements fit our way of life, but given the power and influence, we didn’t give a fuck about our chances of meeting the grim reaper. What we did care about was eradicating our enemies.

This was the same for the men I’d gathered into a special club, ill-advised at best and one kept secret from our fathers. After all, we were considered mortal enemies. However, there was an additional connection, a friendship my father had with the Chicago Don, one that had transcended various turf wars over the years. Carmine Francesco was four years my father’s senior, but by all accounts, he had a firm hold on the Midwest. And my father? Brutal.

Unforgiving.

And some said ready to turn over his kingdom to his son.

I took a sip of my drink, savoring the delicious and very expensive bourbon. The five bureaus, as many referred the mafia kingdoms, remained masters of the underground, controlling everything from transportation and the country’s supply of heroin to the movie and music industry. Few Americans truly understood our far-reaching tentacles.

Or the danger we presented.

I eyed the last man to enter the private room, holding back a vicious sneer at his swagger. “You’re late.” I swirled the tumbler, concentrating on the way the melting ice clicked against the thick glass. This wasn’t my first drink of the day nor it be my last. We had business to conduct, brutal business. Decisions we made tonight would consume the lives of our enemies.

I didn’t care for Lorenzo Francesco, merely tolerating his acceptance into our club; however, he was considered royalty within our ranks. I’d known him for years, loathing his tactics. Sadly, shunning him could mean a horrific turf war – even with the friendship between fathers. Lorenzo was certainly more powerful than the others. Or perhaps I should say, well connected.

“Dominick Lugiano, my friend.” Lorenzo held out his arms as he approached the table, staring directly into my hard, cold eyes.

“Sit down, Lorenzo,” Aleksei barked, the Russian accent more prevalent than usual. He was a second-generation immigrant, his father, Aleksandr Petrov having strong armed his way into Philadelphia. The Bratva’s were savage, angry and barbarian in nature, but effective in dealing with those who opposed them. I had complete respect for their regime.

Lorenzo chuckled and adjusted his suit jacket before easing into his usual place, tapping his fingers on the table. “Where the hell is the waitress?”

“Keep your voice down,” Miguel remarked. The Miami syndicate was well known for their brutal tactics, but certainly none greater than those in New York. Still, the Garcia family was highly respected among the various Kingpins.

I took a sip of my drink, keeping my own rage at bay, noticing that the fifth in our group was paying zero attention, preferring to text on his phone, no doubt to his agent. Kelan Rock preferred his life as a movie star to accepting his role as the up and coming Don of Los Angeles. I had a feeling the man would have a difficult road in the future.

As if on cue, the only waitress ever allowed in our private section eased into the room. She was beautiful, albeit barely twenty-one, and considered off limits to all of us.

A terrible shame but one we honored collectively.

I wouldn’t mind introducing her to the darkest side of kink.

I held the conversation until she’d positioned the drinks, enjoying the leering eyes of every man surrounding the table. We never varied from our selection, one she knew very well. She earned her tips in various ways, her lovely figure being one of them. When the door was closed, I leaned over the table.

“Why are we here?” Lorenzo lifted an eyebrow, his contempt at our meetings obvious.

“Drummand Hargrove.” I waited as the name sunk in, glancing at every one of my associates. They were well aware of my unconditional tactics, but this meeting was geared toward eliminating my satisfaction of an issue. Their role was limited to necessary support; paving the way with law enforcement and street thugs. Comparing notes was merely a perk of our industry. We took a vote and stood by our decision, no matter the consequences.

“The state Senator?” Aleksei finally asked.

“The very one.”

“What beef do you have with him?” Miguel was already smiling as if he knew the answer.

I took a deep breath before answering. “He’s systematically trying to shut down our shipping and trucking businesses, forcing extra tariffs and making it almost impossible for our workers to make ends meet. They haven’t been able to pay their…taxes in the last two months. In addition, he’s behind a new set of proposed regulations on casinos, which is a total crock of shit given his proclivities. As you can imagine, none of this sits well with my father.” I always chose my words carefully.

“I bet not,” Aleksei snarked. “Your father is a vicious man. Why doesn’t he deal with this?” The words were offered with pride.

“I heard your father is considering giving you the nod,” Lorenzo stated.

I slowly turned my head in Lorenzo’s direction. News of this nature always traveled fast. There was no hiding the fact I’d been prepared to take the throne, but my father wasn’t ready to give up the reins. Our family had a firm hold on New York. What we’d been able to accomplish during the last six months had been considerable. Cleaning up the streets in a way our fathers refused to do. I shifted my gaze back to Aleksei. “Because his tactics would create a war.”

“What’s this Senator’s nemesis?” Lorenzo toyed with his drink.

“Gambling and women.” My answer was succinct. I had him in my clutches with no way out.

“Two things that don’t bode well on the political circuit. I heard he was considering a run for President.” Kelan finally joined in the conversation, his light blue eyes sparkling. “Heard some fascinating shit about what he likes doing to very young girls. Tying them up. Beating. Not a good guy.”

Lorenzo burst into laughter. “A shithead. Perfect. What do you want in return for allowing him to keep his…reputation?”

I leaned back, envisioning my prize as my cock throbbed and my balls tightened. I wanted to crush him in a manner he’d never forget. “His daughter.”

There was no conversation. The vote was unanimous in my favor.

***

The ballroom was decorated in various hues of silver and blue; from what I’d heard the colors of the Senator’s alma Mata. I could care less, but the swanky party was perfect for exacting my revenge.

“Champagne, sir?” the girl asked, batting her eyelashes as she gave me a seductive smile. In her hand was a tray full of crystal flutes.

Preparing for the upcoming celebration.

“Absolutely. I’m in a fantastic mood.” I grabbed a glass, allowing my gaze to linger on her voluptuous breasts. I was hungry as hell tonight. The taste of the bubbly was spectacular. The Senator had spared no expense in touting his brand of bullshit. “Tell me, do you have any idea where the Senator is?”

“I think he’s in the next room,” she purred.

I lifted my glass in appreciation before glancing toward the main opening. If the accounts were correct, Senator Hargrove would announce his candidacy at precisely nine pm. He was a man of many things including a static regimen. I could appreciate that, even though he was a true lowlife. I’d been given the opportunity to see pictures of his extracurricular and very kinky activities. The asshole was a true pig.

I enjoyed the scenery, walking through the crowd of celebrities, influencers, and low level politicians hanging on the Senator’s coattails. This would prove to be a fascinating evening. When I saw her, I stopped short, gazing from afar. I was a man who usually took what he wanted without care of recourse, but the game was far too important to risk giving Drummand any concept of an upper hand.

But I could enjoy the view.

Caroline Hargrove was magnificent, her copper colored hair flowing all the way down to the small of her waist. Standing under a burst of shimmering light near the bar, surrounded by a group of admirers, I was able to enjoy every aspect of her beauty. She was fortunate to have her mother’s looks, beautiful in a voluptuous manner. Her hourglass figure and long legs had always created a twitch in my cock and tonight was no exception. She was Drummand’s only child, at least that had been acknowledged in the press. Very protected, her life had been more of a fairytale.

She’d attended the finest schools, graduating college a little over a year ago with a degree in business. However, her true love was painting, and I’d already found out that she had a gallery showing tomorrow night. I would be there. She was witty and charming, even more so when surrounded by her friends. In public, she attempted to toe the line, but was extremely opinioned and desperately in need of discipline. I couldn’t wait to peel away the layers, exposing the glorious and very submissive side that I knew dwelled within her.

Tonight, she held court, four female friends gushing over every aspect of the evening.

I’d learned as much about her as possible, finding out aspects about her likes and dislikes, from clothing to wine. I knew exactly how to entice her darkest fantasies, spark the woman who was living in a glass cage. I would ply her with gifts, pervert her with my depraved desires and undo her with my touch. I’d give her the kind of unbridled pleasure she never knew existed and all for a single price.

Obedience.

Hmmm – what do you think? Can you imagine what Dominick has in store for Caroline? I’ll post links when it’s live. 

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

Trying to Save a Marriage

How far would you go? We all know relationships are difficult at best, often breaking down your hope and tossing away the person you either used to be or wanted to become. When all else fails, would you try domestic discipline? I have a new release, a series of three novellas I wrote a few years ago about a very difficult marriage. Now, I will warn you that there is perceived betrayal BUT there is also an HEA that might knock your socks off.

A little taste…

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Shannon rolled over and slid her arm across the bed. She didn’t need to open her eyes to realize David wasn’t beside her. Although she hadn’t waited up for him, sleep had only come in spurts. Her eyes were swollen from crying for hours. Her heart, as well as her Imperfect Consequenceshead, was aching, remnants of a hangover making her nauseous. Drinking wine certainly hadn’t helped her mood and no doubt escalated the vile argument.

Moaning, she glanced over at the clock, the understanding she needed to crawl out of bed and get ready for work, reminding her that life moves on. The alarm was still sounding, and for a few more seconds she listened to the soft music, the haunting strains of some love song. Closing her eyes, she did everything she could to shove back the uneasy feeling. There was no doubt in her mind, however, she’d gone too far this time by pushing David into a corner. Accusing him of having an affair was terrible, but finding certain e-mails on his computer had driven her over the edge.

Jade.The name slid across her tongue and she was ready to vomit. Whoever the woman was, she certainly seemed to be in tune with David’s needs, his desires. From the tone of the e-mails, the blatant sexual overtures, she knew they were close. But just how close? She’d sat for hours poring over every message, trying to figure out when the emotional affair had started, and from what little she could find out, it seemed they had started their relationship almost six months ago.

At least the first few e-mails were very much about business, given he’d obviously designed her home. They began to go down a more flirtatious path. The last few conversations were as close to sexting as she’d ever seen. Swallowing back bile, she finally eased out of bed and into the bathroom. Her reflection told no lies—she looked like shit. Shivering, she held her arm with one hand as she grabbed her toothbrush with the other.

Had he gone to Jade’s house last night? Was he with her right now, lying in bed and talking about how ridiculous his marriage was? Were they fucking? Had they been fucking and for how long? The questions raced through the back of her mind and she blinked as tears welled in her eyes. Then again, what if they weren’t physically intimate, but carrying on just an emotional affair? The phrase made her want to break the mirror. Was an emotional relationship as bad as if he were sticking his cock into her?

There were too many questions and no answers that would be right anyway, not until she managed to hear the truth. Would David tell her the truth? Well, maybe not after her nasty display. Shannon brushed her teeth with enough fury that she was spitting froth by the time she finished. Damn it, she had to know if their marriage was over. She had to.

After taking a long shower, she brewed a pot of coffee and stood like a lost waif in her kitchen, staring at the flowers. A slight smile crossing her face, she walked closer and brushed her fingertips across several fallen petals. How many days had she longed to have her man bring her flowers or tell her she was beautiful? Sighing, she sniffed as a single tear fell.

She glanced toward her cell phone and reached out twice to grab it before she pressed her finger against the on button. There were no missed calls and no voice mails. David was either letting her cool off, or he was finding his own place to live. The sun was streaming in the windows, birds chirping, and she was nothing but a train wreck. And she definitely wasn’t in the mood to face anyone today, especially at work.

Shannon thought about taking a day off. What would it hurt? She hadn’t had a day off in months and was certainly due. Maybe she’d go shopping and spend a hell of a lot of money, something David loathed. Oh, what didn’t David find bothersome or troublesome about her?

Trembling, she stood staring out at their backyard, sipping her coffee. A new dress and a new attitude would do her a little good, maybe spice up her life, her very lonely life. “Stop it.” The two words seemed to reverberate in the humid air. The day was going to be unusually warm as well as sunny, perfect for playing hooky.

She grabbed her phone, dialing her office. She was positive the receptionist was already sitting at her desk, the little eager beaver. Sure enough, the chipper-voiced girl answered. “Hi Jennifer, it’s Shannon. I’m not feeling very well today and won’t be in. I’ll check my e-mails. If you don’t mind just letting everyone know? I don’t have any clients scheduled, so there shouldn’t be any issues.”

“Sure thing, Ms. Parker.”

Jennifer hung up before she had the chance to correct her to “Mrs.” Shaking her head, she couldn’t help but question the state of her marriage. Well, she was going to have to deal with her accusations later, but right now, she had shopping to do. For the time being, she wasn’t going to dive into a bowl of ice cream to soothe her breaking heart—at least not until much later. As she walked into the bedroom to get dressed, she thought about going to a strip club tonight, instead of burying herself in frozen treats and booze. Snacking on men was a much better way to snap her heart and mind out of her private hell. There was nothing like lust to do just that.

Shannon had walked around the mall at least three times and other than purchasing a new teddy at Victoria’s Secret, she had little to show for her efforts. She didn’t have the heart for shopping or anything else, for that matter. How many times had she checked her phone and almost dialed his number? No, he had the explaining to do, not her. As she stood in front of one of her favorite stores, she felt an overwhelming sadness. She wasn’t the kind of girl who handled opposition very well, and she avoided conflict. Slapping his face with the roses, after screaming at him, was the worst behavior she’d displayed in a long time.

He’d expect an apology and she sucked at giving them. Maybe she’d demand one of her own. Yeah, wouldn’t that go over well?

“Shannon, Shannon Parker?”

Shannon turned around and instantly grinned. “Tina! I can’t believe it’s you.”

“How long has it been?” Tina asked, a smile crossing her face.

“Too long. My goodness, the last time we even talked was at least a couple of years ago.”

“I know. I can’t believe how much time has gone by. That certainly wasn’t my intent.”

Tina had been one of her best friends since college, and she hadn’t even thought about her in almost a year. “I heard you moved out of town.”

Tina sighed. “Well, I just got back into town, and I start a new job next week.”

“What about Joe? New job, too?” Shannon asked, half expecting the sweet hunk to be standing right behind Tina.

“Joe who? You mean, Asshole of the Year?”

“Uh-oh. What happened?” The couple had been together since they were teenagers. Tina and Joe were inseparable, never able to keep their hands off each other for long.

“Let’s just say I didn’t enjoy finding him with our next-door neighbor in our pool, very naked, and the position wasn’t just compromising. The act was more like animals copulating in the wild.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I was upset and pissed off for a long time, but after some pretty good counseling and one too many bottles of wine, I realized I needed to live my life for me,” Tina stated defiantly. “So, I moved back here and was able to get a great job. I have a little place that’s all mine, with no men to bother me, and I can enjoy being me for the first time in years.”

Shannon loved the take-charge edge in her friend’s voice, wishing she could manage to garner the same bravado. “You look great.”

“I feel great. Just getting a few things for the new job. What are you up to? Lunchtime shopping?”

“Took the day off. Needed some time for just me.”

Tina grinned and raised her eyebrow as she pointed toward the Victoria’s Secret bag. “A hot night with that sexy man of yours?”

Shannon could feel the heat rising from her neck, flushing her cheeks. She shivered and looked away. “Just something for me.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Is there such a thing?”

“Hmm. Since you have a day off and it is almost noon, let’s grab some lunch and talk, really talk. How about Ruby Tuesday’s?”

Smiling, Shannon nodded. “Perfect, I’d like that.”

“Good. We’ll have some wine and talk like we used to. It seems like we have more than just a little catching up to do.”

As they headed for the restaurant, they conversed about shopping and jobs, their family and little else until they were seated with a glass of wine in front of them.

Tina leaned over the table, her eyes darting back and forth across Shannon’s. “All right, girl. I know you too well. What’s going on with you and David?”

Shannon twirled her glass, embarrassed at her own story. “We’re just arguing a lot. Who am I kidding? We argue all the time.”

“Do you mean like the last time you two were having issues?”

“Similar, but I honestly think this time we’re headed for divorce.” Saying the words out loud for the first time was almost final, as if there were no fight left in her.

“That bad?” Tina asked, patting Shannon’s hand.

“Bad enough.”

“What happened?”

Shannon shrugged and scanned the perimeter of the restaurant absently. Admitting the truth was gut-wrenching and felt as if she were accepting defeat.

I so hope you enjoyed! PS. Don’t forget Roughneck is HOT off the presses and…another new release coming on Friday!

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Rogue – Part Man, Part Machine

I think my fabulous readers know I enjoy writing in several different genres. My latest release is no exception. I’ve had a fascination for Cyborg’s for years – perhaps because of a certain old movie starring Harrison Ford. Do you remember? This one is a bit dark, but a telling about how human nature makes a fight, even when the machine inside demands to take over – and kill…

I hope you enjoy a taste of this one on this fabulous Saturday!

ROGUE

SYNOPSIS

A single purpose compels him. He must find me, claim me, and master me completely.

Tracking down cyborgs is my job, but this time I’m the one being hunted. This rogue rogue_fullmachine has spent most of his life locked up, and now that he’s on the loose he has plans for me…

He isn’t just going to strip me, punish me, and use me. He will take me longer and harder than any human ever could, claiming me so thoroughly that I will be left in no doubt who owns me.

No matter how shamefully I beg and plead, my body will be ravaged again and again with pleasure so intense it terrifies me to even imagine, because that is what he was built to do.

EXCERPT

When her body stopped shaking, she finally opened her eyes, taking several seconds to realize what had just happened. Startled, she took a decided step backwards, forcing my hand from her dripping cunt.

I held my hand in front of my face, marveling at how the thick juice glistened in the light. “Is my release date the same?” I asked the question then drew my index finger across my lips. The taste of her was exquisite.

Sara watched me, dumbfounded, for at least a full minute before trying to look away. “Um. What?”

I suckled my fingers, one after the other, providing a guttural growl. “I asked. Is my release date the same?”

Blinking, she rubbed her hand through her mussed-up hair, licking the beads of sweat from her upper lip. Funny how her eyes never left my crotch. “Yes. Tomorrow. You’re being assigned to a very important person. You should be happy.” After placing the syringe on a nearby metal table, she lifted her arm, her fingers coming dangerously close to touching my stiffness. “I will miss you. Maybe…”

While I was still locked down on one side, I leaned up until our lips were almost touching. I could almost taste the lip gloss she’d strategically slathered on only seconds before coming inside the room. I knew she was able to gather a whiff of her juice on my breath.

I couldn’t give a shit which powerful man I would be fawning over like a mother to a baby chick. Everyone on Earth seemed to be afraid of the unknown, the most powerful with more enemies than any concept of friends. I was supposed to keep them safe. “Maybe?” Goosebumps prickled along every inch of her delicate skin and I had to control myself for fear I’d fuck her right here, with no care for the consequences.

“Maybe we could—”

Sara wasn’t able to finish her statement as a series of alarms went off, lights flashing everywhere. Seconds later several of the personnel raced down the hall, their heavy boots thudding against the cheap tile floor. I’d been here long enough to know exactly what this meant.

One of the reprobates had been captured.

Designated as the leading rehabilitation center on the East Coast, the majority of the poor and soon to be dead pieces of twisted metal were brought here.

And they’d never see the light of day again.

“Oh, no!” she exclaimed, her eyes darting back and forth across mine. I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t pull away for at least a full minute. Her skirt was still crowded along her upper thighs. If I shifted, I would no doubt be able to gather a glimpse of her glistening pinkness. “I should go.”

“Yes. Another time, sweet Sara,” I said half under my breath and leaned back as if dismissing her. The sweet taste of her remained on my lips and tongue. The next woman I came into contact with, I’d ravage without any reservation. No amount of pleading would convince me to stop.

Adjusting her skirt, she nodded before heading toward the door, swinging open the massive steel and moving outside quickly. In her hurry, she’d left the visual display on as well as the sensors attached to my body. I’d unnerved the poor thing. I chuckled at the thought. I heard the slight click as the lock was firmly latched back into place.

Then I wasted no time in yanking my other arm free before easily removing the shackles on my legs and jumping off the cold table. Another group of facility workers raced by. I could see a level of fear on at least two of the doctor’s faces as well as befuddlement. They certainly hadn’t expected the guest today, a snare in their usual organized plans. I grabbed my shirt and walked closer to the massive observation window, adjusting my cock. Ten more minutes and I would have made her suck me off. It wasn’t long before two well-armed CRONs marched a cyborg unit encased in chains down the hallway. For the officers to use actual chains meant this particular cyborg had put up quite a fight.

I knew of the highly trained group of officers, men and women whose sole job description was locating and securing the reprobates. I studied the cybernetic organism with curiosity. He was dressed in casual attire but covered in blood. The cyborg had been active. The creature would be taken to the very bowels of the building to be deprogrammed, his manufactured brain stripped from him. There would be no more humans killed by his lethal hands. Score one for the Cyborg Rehabilitation Officers’ Network.

The cyborg sensed my presence, jerking the two officers to a dead stop. He snapped his head in my direction, a grin on his face. Only one of his eyeballs was intact, the other socket nothing but a maze of ravaged steel. His mouth was twisted but he still managed to laugh, as if he knew some deep, dark secret. There was something innately inhuman about the unit.

A zapping noise could be heard through the six-inch-thick glass, a reflective blue light encasing the cyborg’s battered body. He’d been tasered. Quite effective for the primitive style of cybernetic unit. As he slumped down, the male officer took more control, dragging the unit down the hallway. The female on the other hand stood where she was, her face pinched in anger as well as relief.

She drew my attention for some unknown reason. I was programmed to appreciate CRON capabilities, even helping them as necessary, but I had an instant dislike of what they stood for. No amount of reprogramming would change that fact.

They were, as far as I was concerned, my enemy.

My cock twitched again, my thoughts drifting to the same carnal needs as before.

She’d been roughed up, her luscious dark hair falling in strings around her face. Portions of her uniform had been shredded and the redness under one eye would no doubt turn to an ugly bruise by morning. She shook her head, spouting off something verbally in the direction of her disappearing partner before lifting her middle finger. A snarl formed on her face, obviously satisfied with her performance.

She was much different than the other females I’d come into contact with, the air of confidence, even arrogance quite frankly a huge turn-on. With one exception. I was shaken, trying to control my breathing. While she looked entirely different out of costume, I was almost completely certain she was the lovely woman I’d spanked the night before. Yes, she had to be the same girl.

I was thrown, knowing that coincidences didn’t often occur, at least in my world.

Her hands on her hips, she paced the floor, inching absently toward the reflective glass. Deep in thought, she almost brushed against the window.

After a few seconds, she sensed my presence, her body tensing. Then she tipped her head in my direction and we locked eyes. The electricity shooting through me was indescribable and not anything I’d experienced before, even during my travels the night before. Every inch of my skin was tingling, as if on fire. I wasn’t surprised by my reaction. We were connected in a manner few humans could ever understand.

I was able to gather the synergy exploding from every synapsis in her body. There was no scent at this distance, but I would gamble she reeked of pheromones. She had all the markings of an accomplished officer, high in the ranks, which meant she’d captured dozens of cyborgs during her tenure but to me, she was a woman in desperate need, longing for a dominant man on a permanent basis.

Her lower lip quivered and she was mesmerized at least for a few precious seconds. Sensations rocketed through me and my cock was once again throbbing, even more so than before. I knew by some instinct that she was important, but not in the ways that anyone could understand.

Fuck her. Use her.

The words were like sweet music. I was able to see the erectness of her nipples, pushing against her uniform. There was no denying her arousal.

She was supposed to be mine.

Vivid images of her swam into my mind, driving me to the point of questioning my sanity. I would take her, use her, and fuck every hole in a brutal fashion.

And she would love every minute of it, succumbing to me completely.

When she was yanked out of her mesmerized state by another member of the facility personnel, only then could I break the intense connection. My pulse raced and even my heart was skipping beats. What in the fuck was going on? She barked out a few words, waving them off and running her hand through her disheveled hair.

Continuing to be drawn to her, I palmed the glass, studying the dimly lit hallway and trying to control my breathing. The blue flashing lights meant the full security system was in play and everything was on lockdown. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of footsteps once again and tried to remain completely unfeeling.

Until she walked in close proximity, stopping short as she came within two feet of the glass. There was a glint of recognition in her eyes but laced with questions. The mask had done well to cover up my identity. Her chest was rising and falling, and her eyes were glassy. While I wasn’t able to read the minds of any human, my gut gathered her thoughts and her emotions. She had no idea why she was drawn to me, but the outline of her hard nipples was an excellent indicator of her needs. Shaking, she wavered until her partner moved in front of her.

Was there a hint of a dark stain between her legs?

Seconds later, they disappeared but not before we connected one last time. There was no denying what we’d shared. I glanced at the visual display, a dark chuckle escaping my lips given the erratic nature of my vitals. They were off the charts. Yanking the sensor units, I tossed them to the group, hissing at the entire concept. Counting to five, I took several deep breaths in a concentrated effort to calm my heart rate. A few seconds later, I felt much better, but the image of the CRON’s reflective eyes remained.

I was content at that moment, moving to the living area that I’d grown accustomed to, walking quickly to the small bar that had only been wheeled into my locked cage a month before.

Out of good behavior.

What did you think? A little darkness is always good. 

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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When a Man is Dark, Dangerous and…Ruthless

Don’t you love a dark and dangerous kind of man? I think most reader’s do. Women have always flirted with the desire for the bad boy, since the dawn of time. Bikers, Outlaws, Mafia Men, Marines, Cowboys – you name it, we hunger for the rugged, sexy kind of guy who takes what he wants but still has a heart that could be shaped into gold. Right?

We all know families are complicated. There isn’t a single human alive who doesn’t feel man in suit with gunangst or even anger given a family situation. Imagine if you’re in a family of mafiosos, where the leadership can be toppled at any time. Then imagine if your world is ripped apart and you’re forced to take the helm.

That’s a portion of the story behind Ruthless, the second in the Calduchi family saga. The Kingpin family controls Chicago, but rivaled constantly by other mafia families. When Giovanni’s father is murdered, his brother missing, he’s forced into donning the ring…

But…circumstances remind him that what he truly hungers for is love. While Caught is the first book, this can be read as a stand alone and of course, it has an HEA and no cheating. I hope you enjoy a taste.

RUTHLESS

Bloodshed. Death. Destruction.

This was my family’s legacy and all of it would be required in my new position as head of the Calduchi family. But I had a new word infiltrating my system and one that would become my legacy.

Suffering.

I would make the bastards who’d murdered my father in cold blood suffer in manners that only their nightmares could imagine. The word on the street was pinpointed at the rat Montego had mentioned just minutes before he’d been gunned down. The pricks from New York had yet to lay claim, but I knew instinctively who they were, and they would be punished for their sins.

Their leader, one sick bastard by the name of Bruno Giotano thought he was larger than life. He would soon learn he was nothing.

I certainly had no real love for my father. Montego Calduchi had been a hard man, brutal in his techniques, including dealing with his family, but I’d respected both him and his position. He’d been demanding as well as connected, certainly influential with hundreds of politicians and corporate moguls alike. And now I was required to take over his regime.

A cold shiver sliced into every muscle. I was prepared, more than ready to take command, but heads would roll under my dominion. Instead of initiating new soldiers, I was stuck in the freaking middle of nowhere, ready for some bogus rehabilitation that wasn’t necessary.

And I was pissed.

Columbus, Ohio. Fucking fantastic. I’d do my stint in medical rehab, directing my capos while the streets continued to play out the bloodbath. Information had flowed freely enough, the hit meant for the entire family. The plot had been ingenious, and I still had no knowledge of my brother’s whereabouts. For all I knew, Jagger was dead. To everyone, except for three of my most trusted men, I was still in intensive care at the Chicago hospital, barely hanging on, the Consigliereconsidered in charge. The lie wouldn’t hold for much longer.

For all practical purposes, I’d died on the operating table, considered clinically dead for almost two minutes. The single bullet had almost been successful. Still, I couldn’t afford to be laid up like some sick dog. I had a job to do and I loathed this shit.

Anyone who knew me realized I wasn’t the kind of man to run from a problem. Rage furrowed in my gut. Losing Franco, Tony, and Cane, powerful capos in their own right in the process was an enormous hit for our family and word had spread within minutes that our organization had been cut in half. Wasn’t good for business all the way around.

We also lost three soldiers. At least Daniel and Marco had only been injured and were alive. As the newest capos, they’d be forced to take over a lion’s share of the business dealings until I could get a handle on things. By the grace of St. Francis, Antonio had reacted quickly enough, dragging me away from the carnage. I owed the boy my life. The wound was healing, but a round of TLC was definitely needed.

But I had something else in mind.

I took a swig of my scotch, grimacing at the bitter, cheap taste. One week was seven days too long. At least by then, a plan would be set in motion. Antonio sat at a small table several yards away, the soldier bumped up to a made man after the incident. He’d earned his stripes after risking his life. He was my initial protector, my driver, and my hired gun. The man I most trusted had suggested the particular hospital, and I hadn’t been in any condition to ask questions or contradict him.

intense couple“What the fuck am I doing here?” My snarl was deep, coming from the heightened rage I’d felt since the attempted massacre.

My utter disgust drew attention from the striking blonde sitting at the other end of the bar. In the rather dingy setting, I was surprised to see such a beautiful creature. She twisted her head in my direction, easing the single olive from her martini with her fingers. The only reaction was in her shimmering eyes, but all I could concentrate on was the way she pulled the oblong vegetable in her luscious mouth after licking off the juices. Her tongue darted back and forth, creating filthy fantasies, vile images in vivid color.

She slid the tip of her manicured fingernail around the rim of her glass, not once but three times. The beautiful woman had no idea how sensual she truly was. Inhaling, even the way her exotic perfume wafted into my nostrils was enough to create depraved thoughts in my mind. I wanted to tie her up, exposing her rosy nipples and pretty pink pussy. I wanted to spank her for being a bad girl, making certain her bottom was crisscrossed in the same vibrant hue as her dress. My mouth watered and my thoughts drifted into darkness, a passion that would not be denied but hadn’t been fulfilled in a long time.

My cock twitched, my balls tightening. My hunger was off the charts. As my chest rose and fell, I knew I had to have her. I offered a slight smile, shifting in the seat as my shaft became pinched. She seemed amused at my outburst then almost immediately glanced at her watch. Who was she waiting for? A boyfriend? Her stunning scarlet dress hugged every curve, accentuating her long legs. After a few seconds, she casually looked in my direction. She certainly wasn’t hovering at the bar for any business purposes. I snickered at the thought. Lifting my glass, I gave her a nod of approval.

Almost instantly she looked away, as if the attention was unwanted.

No one ever denied what I craved.

Certainly no one ever dared refute my command.

Not if they wanted to live.

This beauty would garner an exception to the rule. After all, she didn’t belong to me.

Yet.

At least my personality was intact as well as my desires.

She grew more restless as the minutes ticked on, finally tossing back the remainder of her drink and dragging her finger across her ruby-stained lips. Just as she yanked a small purse from the seat beside her, a hand was placed on her shoulder, the grip firm. Far too firm for a casual meeting.

I glanced sideways at the asshole who’d dared to be late, sizing him up. He was no doubt an attorney by the way he was dressed and by the looks of it, one that was paid very well.

“You’re late. As usual,” she attempted to say quietly, but she seemed far too angry.

“I couldn’t very well leave court, now could I?” he snapped and waved for the bartender. “Whisky, neat and another one for the lady.”

She laughed, the sound husky yet contrived. “The last time I checked the court calendar, I didn’t notice that cases continued until nine in the evening.”

A full minute of tense silence followed.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch?” he spewed then smacked his hand on the bar. “How about those drinks? Any time now.”

“And why do you have to be such a bastard?” she retorted, shaking her head.

Asshole. You’ve been caught.I could almost detect the scent of another woman. I took another sip of my drink, contemplating my reckless desires. I was supposed to keep a low profile while I was here and that didn’t include partaking in tasting a beautiful woman.

But I just might be forced to make an exception.

The boyfriend hissed and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, squeezing.

My hackles were instantly raised.

Gasping, she shoved his chest. “Let go of me, you prick.”

The bartender slapped the asshole’s drink on the counter. I was delighted to notice that a solid one third was spilled over the edge. In contrast, the man behind the chipped fake wood bar gently placed a cocktail napkin on the bar and eased another martini on top. “Is this asshole bothering you, miss?”

“I can handle him, but thank you,” she quipped, managing to wriggle out of the jerk’s hold.

Every muscle in my body tensed, prepared to take the prick outside if necessary.

The bartender gave the boyfriend a wary and very nasty look before sauntering off. If the shithead didn’t release his hold in about two split seconds, I would make certain he found it difficult to use his hand again.

Ever.

He seemed to sense my discord, darting his eyes in my direction and releasing her. Leaning over, he whispered in her ear.

I was ready to finish my drink then leave, disgusted with the entire scene when she whirled in his direction, snarling in what I had to say was a classy manner.

“Jimmy. I think it’s time that you and I end this chapter. For good.”

He laughed, tossing the long wave falling in his face as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “You will do as I say.”

“Or what exactly?” While she issued the words, I’d already muttered them under my breath. I gripped the edge of the bar, rising to my feet.

“Or you know what happens,” boyfriend dared to say.

To her credit, she tossed her drink in his face then clamored to grab her purse. “Fuck you. You’re out of my life, you cheating bastard.”

I only managed to notice the way he grabbed and wrenched her arm before I shot around the bar, yanking him away and slamming his body against the wall. “You don’t talk to women that way, buddy.”

“Get off me, you freak! This is between me and her,” he snarled.

There was no turning back. My hand shot around his throat, lifting him several inches off the floor. I heard the shrieks from behind me, but I didn’t give a shit. This bastard was going to learn a very valuable lesson. My fingers dug into the various pressure points in his neck and within seconds, he was unable to breathe. As he flailed, his face turning red, I was somewhat surprised that no one attempted to stop my actions.

“Now, you’re going to walk out of this bar and never bother this gorgeous woman ever again. If I hear that you try even once to contact her, you will have me to deal with and trust me, you don’t want that to happen.”

Boyfriend’s eyes were bulging even as he attempted to nod. I lowered him very slowly to the floor. I had to shut down my instinct to drag him outside. This wasn’t the time or the place to draw any attention to the fact of who I was or that I was drinking in a cheap rundown bar.

The jerk coughed several times, wheezing to the point I almost burst into laughter. As he attempted to stand, making certain his tie was straight, I resisted punching him in the kidney. He barely gave the sensuous creature another look before scampering toward the front door.

The various claps and cheers did nothing to brighten my mood. Pricks like that didn’t deserve to have a gorgeous woman on their arm.

Issuing another snarl, I turned around. I didn’t know this girl and she certainly could have been incensed, angry that I’d tossed him out. The blonde gave me an appreciative smile, the kind that allowed me a slight glimpse behind her mask, pretending the loss meant nothing to her.

She was a vulnerable kitten in a world of wolves. All I wanted to do was feast, sliding my tongue into her sweet pussy only seconds before thrusting my cock so deep that she screamed out my name.

I wanted her begging for more.

And I would take every inch of her, body and soul.

SYNOPSIS

When he decided he wanted me, he took me.

Treating a mobster shot by a rival’s goons isn’t really my forte, but when a man is powerful enough to have a whole wing of a hospital cleared out for his protection, you do as you’re told.

To make matters worse, this isn’t first time I’ve met Giovanni Calduchi. It turns out my newest patient is the stern, sexy brute who all but dragged me back to his hotel room a couple of nights ago so he could use my body as he pleased, then showed up at my house the next day, stripped me bare, and spanked me until I was begging him to take me even more roughly and shamefully.

Now, with his enemies likely to be coming after me in order to get to him, all I can do is hope he’s as good at keeping me safe as he is at keeping me blushing, sore, and thoroughly satisfied.

I hope you enjoyed. Oh, and Gio is very sexy…

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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TIES THAT BIND – CLUB RISQUE BOOK 3

SYNOPSIS

Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company’s Ties that Bind updated coverlegal director, Logan Thornton.

Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.

But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She’s always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan’s life for yet another love, especially if she can’t find it in herself to share the ones he already has?

Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?

EXCERPT

“I’m going to make love to you, with or without,” he told her in a low voice. “But if you really don’t like this, I’ll free you right now. Just nod to continue, or shake your head, and it’s gone.”

It was Luanna’s turn to take a leap of faith. He’d taken her by surprise, but she didn’t hate the sensations already coursing through her heated blood.

Finally, she nodded her head. She saw the lust and also the relief that fired in Logan’s eyes, but still, he gave her another out. “Are you certain?”

Luanna nodded again.

Logan closed his eyes and tucked his head into the crook of her neck. Then he sucked at the delicate skin on her collarbone and lifted his head once more. “I won’t do anything unexpected,” he promised her. “I just want to make love to you like this, give you a little taste of being bound. I want to fasten your wrists to the headboard, too; you okay with that?”

Ties that Bind general 2Luanna’s breath caught at the thought. It was strangely erotic, and she nodded once again in consent.

Logan was surprised at the slight tremor in his hands as he secured Luanna’s bound wrists to the convenient wooden crossbar at the head of the bed. He’d bound a woman hundreds of times in complex and contorted poses, for his sexual and aesthetic enjoyment. But never before had it ever meant as much to him as this simple, improvised act of bondage.

Logan sat back on his haunches and admired his handiwork, makeshift as it was. Luanna looked beautiful, restrained. She would look even more magnificent in his ropes. Just the thought had his cock throbbing. She would suit a colour that was strong, like her. Not red, that would clash with her hair and overpower her pale skin. But still something bold, brighter than black. Purple, perhaps, or yellow. God, he hoped she would allow him to tie and bind her. He could start with something unrestricting and erotic like the karada, or rope dress, to introduce her to the art of Kinbaku. And from there, once she was comfortable, maybe she would permit something more intricate and confining—something that would allow the rope to pose her body, and finally, perhaps she would agree to be suspended, modelled like a ballerina, frozen mid-jump. Eventually, she might even allow him to record those moments for posterity.

The thought had him sucking in a harsh breath, and suddenly, he couldn’t keep his hands off her for a moment longer.

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