Taken…

Just imagine if you had no choice or say in your future. And just imagine if you were required to marry someone you didn’t even know. The Hamptons are home to the rich and powerful, the elite amongst politicians and corporate moguls. BUT… There is a community who truly holds all the power.

They also have requirements that MUST be followed.

I’m also thrilled to say this is my 40th release with Stormy Night Publications, a true honor.

The second to Given, this is Matteo’s story. 

Take a taste of…

TAKEN

Winter

Terror.

I couldn’t stop shaking, my hands numb from the tight grip on the steering wheel. I’d never felt the kind of fear that snaked around every vein and muscle, twisting and yanking, a beast clawing at my system. My family had betrayed me, my mother and taken_fullfather pretending for years that I could make my own choices, securing the kind of life that I wanted. Me. Their only child.

I’d been a good girl my entire life, playing by the rules, never once crossing the line between right and wrong.

Now this? What had I ever done to deserve this kind of horror? I could still feel the guests’ imploring eyes as they gawked at me, could almost hear their whispered words. I could swear they’d been chanting words of encouragement, much like when Matteo had made certain I realized this was my only choice. The entire community was nothing but a cult. The fear and rage from realizing the entire situation had been planned for some time had brewed into an explosive combination. I was out of my mind with desperation to get away.

Even though I knew I would never be free of them.

Members would catch me, punish me. Then they would place me in a cage.

Or worse.

I was nothing but property now, at least according to the sanctimonious Sacred Sect. To hell with them.

Please. Please. Please.

“You will adhere to our rules.”

“You will obey.”

My father’s sanctimonious words had been said with a smile.

I had to find a way out of this nightmare.

I could barely breathe as I pressed down on the accelerator. I’d only managed to grab the cash I’d been given inside the ugly Box, the wad of hundred-dollar bills nothing more than blood money, a bribe to keep me quiet.

That wasn’t going to happen.

I wrapped my hand around the beautiful necklace surrounding my neck and yanked, opening the window and pitching it. How many times had I begged my mother to allow me to wear it? The lovely piece was one of the expensive items that had indentured my mother into her arranged marriage. I knew I was tossing thousands of dollars out the window, but what the hell did I care? I refused to wear a collar for anyone.

Including my intended husband.

It was nothing more than a noose.

How could he? The bastard had actually tried to befriend me, pretending he was nobody.

Not a revered god in the community.

Not a beast who could destroy people’s lives.

Now I knew exactly who the asshole was, ugly memories flooding my mind.

Matteo Capodanno was considered one of the most powerful and dangerous men in the country. His influence hovered over various cities and organizations like a black veil of death. I’d read enough about the entire family to know how connected they were.

Blackmail.

Extortion.

Murder.

The Capodannos would do anything to protect their own.

Including Matteo’s soon to be wife.

But only after punishing her into submission.

Me. That was supposed to be me.

“No!” I hissed as I stared into the rearview mirror, able to see the headlights coming closer.

I refused to marry anyone against my will, especially an arrogant asshole.

Everything had come tumbling back to me, including the stories my father had told me years before. Anyone who betrayed the sect was punished, several facing a horrible demise, any possible identification removed from their bodies before being dumped into the ocean.

Or set on fire.

Their families had been shunned, their wealth and power stripped from them, never to be seen again. He’d told me that very story the first time I’d attempted to run away. I’d been dragged back by the same asshole who’d come to pick me up at the airport only hours before.

I would never forget that horrible time. I’d learned at that moment my life was far from a fairytale, my parents abiding by a system that I couldn’t understand and refused to learn more about.

I’d been locked in my room like a prisoner for four weeks. Then I’d been told the story, even shown graphic pictures.

All in an effort to protect me, to help me understand the way of life within the Sacred Sect.

At least according to my parents.

Then everything had returned to normal as they attempted to soft-sell the requirements, prattling on how happy they were even as tears had filled my mother’s eyes.

Everyone was rich within the community, their wealth measured in millions. Stocks. Bonds. Land. Incredible properties in several locations. Jewels. There was nothing that any of the members could want for, no luxury that hadn’t been supplied.

Their price? Allegiance.

Obedience.

Yet I knew they bathed in the blood of others, destroying anyone who stood in their way.

The men of the sect also held power up and down the East Coast, capable of putting the fear of God into everyone from politicians to members of law enforcement.

I rubbed the tears from my eyes, trying to focus on the road. I’d stolen a car. The thought made me laugh out loud. My God, I’d swiped one of the guests’ precious Mercedes.

You will face their wrath.

This was certainly a punishable offense on several levels. I could only imagine what would happen if they caught me.

I would never let that happen. I’d run far away. I’d change my name. I’d lose myself in some fucking jungle if I had to. I no longer cared. I just wanted to get the hell away from them.

To live my life.

The lights were getting even closer. Oh, God. Oh, God. I hunkered over the steering wheel, trying to pay attention to what was in front of me, but the emotions rolling through every inch of my mind were horrific.

All I’d ever wanted was a normal family with a mother and a father who were proud of me. I’d never pretended that I’d find an incredible knight or a hero of any kind who would sweep me off my feet, taking me to a magical land. That wasn’t me.

Now this. No. No!

I’d never gotten close enough to anyone to share aspects of my colorful life. To everyone who knew me, I was a simple girl from a modest family, paying her way through college like so many others. They didn’t need to know anything else. What did it matter now? Everything I’d worked for was likely already gone.

My job.

My condo.

My car.

Everything.

I knew how members of the sect worked and what they could do within hours. I had cash and I had my freedom.

For a few years, I’d believed my parents no longer cared about the ritual, the requirement of all girls who reached the age of twenty-four. After the day I’d been freed from my home prison, they’d never mentioned another word about the tradition or the requirements, even allowing and encouraging me to go to nursing school in another state. What had changed? Had my parents been threatened?

Or was this all about their greed?

***

A powerful Council. Five men dedicated to keeping a tradition over a century old. Five men prepared to do what it took to harbor secrets. They held absolute control over dozens of industries, with the ability to destroy anyone who refused to play by their rules.

Even after betrayal had almost destroyed everything they’d created.

Only their firstborn sons were allowed to take their place.

Danger…

The majority of people went through life never experiencing the concept.

They never feared for their lives or those of their loved ones.

Danger was something seen on the media, tragedies happening to others.

They believed they were safe from the treachery of ruthless monsters.

But they were wrong…

The Sacred Sect was still watching.

What do you think? I so hope you enjoyed. HOT off the presses and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription. 

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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One Bad Man – Hawk

You know I love my bad boys and I have the brand new start to one set alpha series. All the men are dark and demanding, Marines and cowboys. And they know how to dominate their women. Take a peek at the first in the series… Oh, and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription. 

HAWK

There was utter fury in her eyes, the kind that set emotions on fire. I knew that level of rage well. “You ain’t gonna get them from me, at least not tonight. Now, I’m losing my patience. You need to get out of my house or pay the price. Up to you.” I was prepared to let it go when she took two long strides until she was only inches away, her eyes sparking hawk_fullwith venom.

“The price? You mean the way you handled things in the grocery store? That was more like some Neanderthal than a true man. Who do you think you are, cowboy of the year? I don’t get it. You just don’t seem to care that there might be something criminal going on in this town. That makes you a true monster in my opinion. The fire that killed your brother was… suspicious.”

Another line drawn in the sand. Jesus Christ. The woman had balls. I realized the only way to get her the hell out of my… the house was to offer my opinion.

And she was going to listen.

“Look, I read the report regarding the fire. Okay? Everything was pretty clear. It was a tragic accident and nothing more.” I thought about the single page that had been emailed to me after four phone calls from overseas, two of which I’d had to issues threats on after being stalled. I had to admit, the report was bullshit in my opinion, but I wasn’t in the position to challenge the situation. The fact this reporter was digging into whatever had occurred wasn’t likely in her best interest.

Or mine.

Certain people in authority positions had a funny way of handling being threatened and I didn’t think the lovely reporter was prepared to find out what that meant. Why was there an intense pool of uncertainty developing in my gut? Christ. I didn’t need this.

She snorted as she offered a heated gaze, her eyes traveling the entire length of me before settling on my eyes. The fire burning within her was far too enticing, my heart racing and my balls tightening. Why was she goading me so hard?

“All lies,” she stated as if she knew for certain.

I folded my arms, remaining unblinking. “Then you tell me what’s going on and maybe, just maybe, I’ll tell you what I know.”

“That’s not going to happen, buster. No one treats me the way you have. You get nothing from me. Zero.”

While I appreciated her tenacity and her spunk, the moment she raised her arm to smack me across the face, I’d had enough.

“That’s it. I’ve had it with your hard push, your ridiculous behavior, and your accusations.” I snagged her wrist, pulling her arm behind her as I dragged her closer. The feel of her body planted snugly against mine wasn’t in my best interest. I craved the woman, her perfume alone more intoxicating than any bottle of tequila on a warm summer’s night.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her tone even haughtier than before. Her lower lip quivered as her eyes darted back and forth.

My buddies might call my actions impetuous, even stupid, but this little lady was impossible to resist.

“First, I’m doing this.” I crushed my mouth over hers as she struggled, finally snagging my fingers in her luscious curls.

She wiggled against me, moaning into the kiss, the friction creating a round of electricity like nobody’s business. The taste of her was sweet and tangy, just like the woman herself. I enjoyed dominating her tongue, yanking her body into a soft arc as I held her.

Stars floated in my field of vision as I explored her mouth, the essence of her fueling the need to devour every inch of her.

She pummeled her fists against me then clasped her hands around my shirt, still undulating her hips like the sassy brunette had some kind of control.

The woman would soon learn differently.

I broke the moment of passion, still holding her close. “Now, I’m gonna give you a second lesson in cowboy justice. You break the rules, you have to pay the price.”

Struggling in my arms, the way her hips jetted back and forth across my cock only added fuel to the fire. Damn, this woman turned me on like no other.

“Over my dead body!” she exclaimed. She reared back, managing to smack me hard across the jaw.

I couldn’t help but grin as I dragged her closer to the couch, fumbling with her jeans. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s up to you.”

“What? You’re insane. I’m not going to stand for this. Forget it, asshole. You’re nothing but a motherfucking jerk.”

“Motherfucking jerk. That will cost you. Now, I’m going to use my belt. You can lower your jeans and panties all by yourself or I’ll be happy to cut them into shreds for you.”

Her eyes remained open wide, both darting back and forth across mine. “You’re serious.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t kid about a thing like this, I assure you.”

“I will poke your eyes out with a knife if you dare try,” she retorted, rolling her eyes.

“And if you keep on, things are only going to get much worse.”

When she dared to jerk out of my grasp, I yanked her over my lap, immediately issuing several brutal smacks.

“Ouch. Ouch. Ouch!” she yelped, continuing to do everything in her power to fight me.

“Yup. Around these parts, whippings are supposed to hurt. Or are you one of those city slickers who thought coming to cowboy country was her ticket?”

“My ticket to what, assholes and chauvinistic pigs?” she yelped, kicking out her legs, the move grinding her sweet pelvis against mine.

I gritted my teeth, my jaw clenching as the overwhelming need to fuck her wrapped around my senses like venomous snakes. After peppering her bottom several additional times, I pulled her back onto her feet, adoring the warm blush spilling across her cheeks. I could only imagine the color of her ass cheeks.

She took several deep breaths, her mouth remaining slightly open, her lower lip quivering. “How. Dare. You.”

I gripped both her arms as she swayed, plastering a smile on my face. “Well, here’s the thing. You still broke the law and I have the upper hand. Now, either you lower your jeans and panties, or I’ll have no choice but to call the sheriff. We can sort it all out in front of him. I’m certain it’ll make for great news at eleven. Entirely your choice as to which you’d prefer.”

While remaining appalled, her eyes flashing sparks of venom, I could also see resignation working its way into her mind.

“I don’t have all night, sweetheart. What’s it gonna be?”

Another ten seconds passed.

Twenty.

“Fine,” she spit out. “But rest assured, if you have anything to hide, Mr. Jake Hawk Travers, I will find it and I will be happy to bury you.”

In those few seconds as her face remained the softest color of pink roses, her mouth twisting in frustration and excitement, I couldn’t get several over the top, ridiculous yet mind-blowing thoughts out of my mind.

She was a crazy destiny that I’d never thought would happen.

And I would enjoy every minute of training her.

After all, she was going to belong to me.

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Piper

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Gladiator

I don’t think there is much else to say. He’s huge, brawny and sexy as hell. He’s also an alien warrior refusing to give into tyranny. And he wants the human female who defies him at every turn. My latest rough and rugged science fiction romance. See what you think. Oh, and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

GLADIATOR

“Whip her.”

“Punish her!”

The words in English came fast and furious from all directions, although I had no understanding of how they knew our language. They. The creatures were nothing more than ugly beasts. I gasped as two then three more strikes were given, the strap hitting gladiatorexactly on my sit spot. I was still in panic mode, although my rational mind kept trying to resolve the puzzle of who they were and what I was doing here.

With every hard smack, I was shoved hard against the coolness of the pole, my body flinching as I clenched my fists. I refused to cry. They would not break me no matter how many strikes they inflicted. The punishment didn’t fit the crime, although in this world, I didn’t think they cared. Their concept of justice was fighting to the death.

I counted numbers in my head, concentrating on doing math problems in an effort to ward off the anguish even as the punishment continued. From somewhere I could still hear the growls and roars of the warrior, furious that I’d been made an example of. He wouldn’t save me. He needed to worry about his own life.

“Five more!” the king called out, much to the chagrin of the entire crowd. They wanted to see me burned at the stake, given an entirely different level of discipline.

I held my breath, tears forming in my eyes as the lashes were given. The sound of the alien’s wrist snapping and the whoosh as the strap was brought down in the air was almost as horrible as the act itself.

Almost.

When the ugly round of spanking was over, there was no one to comfort me, no savior waiting in the wings. I was simply turned around once again to face the crowd and the game that had started. I hung my head, blinking several times as I endured the aftermath, my skin seared from the brutal discipline. Heat radiated all throughout my body, leaving me sick to my stomach. I almost laughed thinking how many times my sassy mouth had gotten me in trouble over my lifetime.

Maybe I’d been sent to purgatory for my sins. A bitter laugh finally developed in my throat as the barbarian battle began again.

Swords slashing.

Two fighters growling.

Audience members cheering.

And one of them would die.

Except it wasn’t the warrior as the entire crowd expected. The moment the brawny Cryton warrior stood over the fallen alien, the entire audience sat silently. Until the warrior wielded his mighty sword, shoving the sharp blade through the monster’s neck.

Then the arena went wild, stomping as if they were two-year-olds in a temper tantrum, their vile and crude screams in their own language. But I could gather exactly what they were saying.

I managed a smile even through the pain as the warrior threw up his arms, walking around the arena, snarling as he celebrated his win. His muscles gleamed in the odd sun, the sweat beading off his face, neck and arms shimmering as he basked in his glory.

“No one ever wins, not against the gladiators,” the girl next to me said freely, wiggling in her bindings as her face beamed from glee. Her laugh gave me chills. “A hero. A hero.”

God, I wanted nothing more than to shut her the fuck up.

All the other girls seemed eager, their expressions almost serene. What in the hell was going to happen now?

Sadly, the moment was short-lived for the warrior as he was dragged toward the king, his weapon jerked from his hand. He kept a knowing smile on his face during the forced approach, rebellious in every manner. One had to admire the man, the strength needed to defeat such a tough opponent.

The king swept his arms into the air, silencing the near melee. He moved slowly down a set of stairs until he was merely four feet from the warrior, glaring at him intently.

“You’ve done well, Cryton beast,” the king stated. He sucked in his breath, his gaze traveling all the way down the length of the warrior’s body. “What is your name?”

The warrior chuckled, shaking his head. When he finally spoke, the crowd seemed to be in awe. “Thor.”

“Thor,” I whispered, more to myself. No one had that name. An amazing ancient movie with a Godlike creature, a myth from ancient times. Then I realized he was fucking with the king, usurping the man’s authority in every way he could. My admiration increased.

“Thor. Fitting for such a useless barbarian,” the king said, laughing.

Thor held his shoulders back, his head high and his smile turning into a smirk. “Not as useless as your gladiator it seems.”

The crowd went wild once again, forcing the king to throw up his arm. Instantly, the spectators were silenced.

The king’s nostrils flared as he leaned forward. “You have won the right to attempt your freedom. If you so desire.”

“Then free me,” Thor demanded.

Holding up one of his fingers, the king offered his own cunning smile. “But there are rules, even for a Cryton animal. If I had my way, every member of your species would be exterminated.”

Once again, the crowd began to cheer, the heavy thumping of their boots reverberating throughout the arena.

“What the hell is going on?” I thought I’d whispered but the girl next to me shot me a look.

“It’s all about the game. Phase two is one very few prisoners ever reach.”

“Game? What else could there be?”

The girl giggled in a maniacal tone, undulating her body perversely. “You’ll see, but you won’t be the chosen one. I will be.”

I narrowed my eyes, glaring at her as she rocked her hips and licked her lips, trying to be a seductive vixen. She looked ridiculous, disgusting in every manner.

“You will choose one as your mate, but choose wisely, Thor, for she could be your ultimate demise.” The king pointed toward the line of girls, raking his eyes over each and every one of us.

“Mate? What in the hell?” I was sickened at the thought, my entire body quivering but even in my fear, my nipples hardened. My God, I was aroused at the thought. This couldn’t be happening. Shame tore through me as I realized my legs were damp, slickened from the juice trickling down my inner thighs. Oh, no. I wasn’t this kind of girl. Hell, I could barely stand men. And an alien man? No way. I didn’t care if he was kissed by the very gods above. He was still some kind of a beast. All men were cranky, messy, and had no work ethic. I was a scientist, ready to take on the world. Just not this one.

But they’re sexy and rough, dominating in every manner. Look at him. He’s incredible. Imagine his cock buried deep inside of you.

My inner voice was going to piss me off.

A little tasty treat. I hope you enjoyed!

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Piper

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When Men are Excellent at…Persuasion

I have a brand new dark mafia piece that just released. Now, it’s not entirely traditional, but you already know how I like to mix things up. The Specialists are highly trained men in various professions tasked to hunt down and secure precious pieces – art, diamonds…women. Imagine their tactics.

Hungry for a taste?

PERSUASION

As a waiter approached, I grabbed a glass of champagne. Why not indulge? Blend in as the Americans would say. I walked toward the entertainment wing, scanning the perimeter before leaning against the doorjamb. As I’d suspected, Wyland was holdingpersuasion_full court, entertaining several garishly dressed female guests and merely two males. His boisterous voice permeated the expansive space, his laughter as fake as his knowledge on fine art.

He was a schemer, a true con artist in every sense of the word, but I had to give him credit. He’d amassed a significant fortune with his ‘oh shucks’ demeanor. He was also a dangerous man, his powerful tentacles wrapped around both influential corporate moguls as well as hard-core criminals. I took a sip of champagne then held the crystal stem into the light. Given the intoxication level of the guests, I imagined they had no idea their fabulous host was serving rotgut bubbly.

True to form, there were several beautiful pieces of art and jewelry positioned in glass cases placed in strategic locations in the oversized living room. Several of the guests were oohing and aahing over the collection. The very empty case located within an arm’s length of Mr. Worthington gave me a smile. He’d presented his finest piece first, locking it away in what he believed to be a secure vault, likely preventing me from collecting the valuable piece too easily.

Without use of entirely different tactics. However, by this time tomorrow, the diamond would be in a more protected environment.

I’d enjoyed hearing all about his priceless art during a by-invitation-only golf outing, the opportunity allowing me to provide pictures of my collection. His excitement in seeing my erotic paintings had been… fascinating. The gilded invitation to the costume party had arrived only three days later.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an exquisite woman, her beauty unequaled in the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her but not only because she was stunning. She was also a thief. I was amused as hell as I watched her flitting from guest to guest, sliding her hand into the pockets of unsuspecting men. She was quite talented as a pickpocket, more so than the majority I’d run across over my years. She also managed to expertly slide whatever she’d obtained into her small clutch, the men far too mesmerized by her attention to notice her true intentions.

I chuckled, lifting my glass in appreciation. Her actions were ballsy as hell, creating the kind of desire burning deep within that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I envisioned her naked body draped against a cloak of red velvet, her platinum blonde hair sweeping over the satin pillow. I could see her pert little mouth wrapped around my cock while her dazzling eyes stared up at me, her wrists shackled in iron.

For a few delicious seconds, I envisioned fucking her.

Using her luscious body in any way I desired.

Controlling her.

Owning her.

Hmmm… I hadn’t allowed myself such a provocative thought in years.

My shaft stirred at the thought, the darkness that dwelled within me rearing its ugly head.

She continued her task, oblivious that I was carefully watching her every move. She’d obviously been invited, several of the guests acknowledging her warmly. When she finally seemed to notice me, her eyebrows lifted, a slight smile crossing her shimmering face.

We played cat and mouse for a full five minutes, her expression laced with seduction.

But only with an ulterior motive in mind.

I took another sip of champagne as she headed in my direction, likely prepared to attempt the same action with a man who could eat her alive. I purposely looked away, once again scanning the room. If her actions were discovered, she could blow my chance at recovering the diamond. I worked alone, little more than a predator of the night.

Any kind of hindrance I didn’t need.

I concentrated my energy on my keen observations. Mr. Worthington had certainly been able to gather a group of some of the most prominent citizens in New Orleans. From judges to state senators, wealthy moguls to sports giants, it would appear that the notorious thief was prepared to show off portions of his collection. This should prove to be a fascinating evening.

Unfortunately, a nagging instinct had kicked in, a reminder to be extremely cautious. Far too much time and money had been put into this mission.

She studied me for a few seconds before taking a decided step sideways, perhaps determining that I wasn’t an easy mark. I felt her gaze dropping to my glass.

“Not to your taste?”

The purring quality of her voice yanked at my attention immediately, the tone provocative in every way. As I tipped my head, catching a glimpse of her beautiful porcelain skin and aristocratic nose forced my cock to push against my zipper. When I shifted my gaze down the length of her voluptuous body, my balls tightened. The little black dress she was wearing left little to the imagination; the deep V in both the front and back allowing me a stunning view of her rounded breasts. The thigh-high slit created a sinful array of filthy thoughts, desires that I had no place feeling.

I’d always been drawn to women who disobeyed the law, finding them more irresistible than those who performed in the appropriate manner. Unfortunately, this was the wrong time to be delving into my own personal desires. I had an entire network of professionals who’d worked countless hours putting this scheme together.

However, I liked to think of what we were doing as righting wrongs.

A few seconds passed as the music changed, Wyland motioned for one of the waiters to refresh his drink.

She stood with one arm crossed at her waist, the other swirling a glass of champagne, her body rocking forward and backward. I couldn’t help but notice her long leg was positioned in such a way the slit had crawled dangerously high on her upper thigh. She appeared bored, even nibbling on her bottom lip, the very one that was stained a delicious ruby red.

I took a deep breath, inhaling her exotic perfume. The scent alone was enough to fuel a series of dark fantasies, igniting my own sadistic desires. As the same waiter as before passed by, I slid the glass onto the sterling silver tray, both amused and aroused. “Not in the least. I prefer something with more… elegance.”

She slowly turned her head, narrowing her eyes yet I was able to see the shimmer in the mesmerizing emerald green color. Sadly, the colorful mask hid the majority of her face, but I had no doubt that hidden behind the feathers and rhinestones was a gorgeous woman. The electricity between us crackled and the moment she dragged her tongue across her lips, I couldn’t help but smile. “A man of distinction. I appreciate that very much.” She pulled the glass to her lips, taking a small sip. “You are right. This is godawful. Disgusting in fact.”

Her long blonde curls trailed halfway down her back and the way she fingered the crystal stem was quite a scintillating draw. “I prefer a more robust flavor in everything.” I’d always been a man of discerning tastes, although my dominating desires off putting to the majority of women. I also hadn’t succumbed to my carnal hungers for several months, my work taking me from one continent to another preventing anything but a one-night stand. Not my style.

“Hmmm…” She darted a glance from right to left, finally offering a slight wrinkle of her nose as she inched closer. “What would you say if I told you that I knew exactly where the wine cellar is? I know for a fact that Mr. Worthington has an extremely amazing collection of fine wines and spirits locked away.”

“I would say you’re very resourceful.” Perhaps getting her away from the mark wasn’t a bad idea.

“Are you game for a… taste?”

“I’m curious. Would that mean that you are a friend of the family?”

She snorted lightly, slapping her hand over her mouth. “Oh, hell, no. I just happen to know where the true goodies are hidden. Mr. Worthington throws parties nearly every other week. Not only am I resourceful, but I’m a girl who enjoys taking chances. What about you? Do you dare indulge in things that are… risky? Or are you simply one of the same conservative assholes with huge bank accounts and even larger bellies pretending to have chutzpa?”

Risky. She obviously had no idea who she was talking to. The true risk was not following the order of things that I’d carefully laid out. Granted, as I calculated the time I had in order to retrieve the stolen object, I realized that I had at least a few minutes to spare. Why did this woman entice me as so few had done before? I was actually curious as to how far she planned on going with her game, my cock aching. “Do not issue a challenge to a man you’ve never met unless you’re prepared to face the consequences.”

A seductive smile crossed her face as she darted her eyes down the length of me before beckoning the same waiter, shoving her glass down with a slight thud. “How about a dance with me, just to make certain I’m worth taking a chance on? That is, if you can handle the heat?”

No woman had ever challenged me before, certainly not in this manner. I eased my glass onto the same tray before taking her hand. The level of electricity shooting down the length of my arm was unusual, tightening my balls. I pulled her close, using a single finger to slide several strands of hair away from her long neck.

Her lower lip trembled, her stunning emerald eyes opening wide. It was easy to tell her reaction was the same, our attraction one of a filthy nature. I could devour her in one sitting, lapping every drop of cream from her sweet little pussy, but only if she was a very good girl.

“Accepted,” I stated in a commanding tone.

“Yes. Okay.” She faltered only slightly before planting the palm of her hand against my chest, digging her fingers into the material of my jacket.

I swept her into the middle of the few couples already dancing, pulling her even closer. The feel of her in my arms was exquisite, dragging the darkness from deep within me to the surface. The vile things I wanted to do to her only fueled the embers. I slid my arm around her waist, forcing her heated body against mine. The music was perfect, the sultry strains of the blues adding to the mystery.

There were no words said as we danced, her eyes never leaving mine. As the scent of her feminine wiles filled my nostrils, my thoughts turned even more intense. I could tell she was wet, her hunger as raw as mine.

She shifted her hips back and forth, a slight moan slipping past her lips. Everything about her was tempting, my desire increasing.

“Who are you, Zorro?” she finally whispered.

“A very dangerous man. Do you still want to play?”

There was only a slight hesitation and as she tilted her head until our lips were mere centimeters apart, her whisper became rocket fuel.

“Absolutely.”

“Then you will do exactly as I say no matter what I ask. Are we clear?”

I was indeed a savage man, a barbarian that she should run away from in fear, but instead, she’d chosen to tempt the ravaging beast.

She dragged her tongue across her lips nervously, blinking several times before issuing a single nod.

While the moment was unusual, I knew without a doubt that one day, I would take her.

Command her.

Own her…

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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A Taste of Given

You know how I love my mafia stories, but I do like mixing them up a little. What would happen if there is a powerful group of families living in the Hamptons, their wealth and influence controlling many of the top politicians and corporate moguls? What if they live by a code, a Sacred Sect where female babies born within the group are given a special box? And what if that box contains wealth beyond imagination or…  Well, you’ll just have to read to find out.

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GIVEN

SYNOPSIS

I didn’t ask her to marry me. It wasn’t up to her. She has always been mine.given_full

Stephanie Michaelson was given to me, and she is mine. The sooner my bride learns that, the less often her cute little bottom will end up well-punished and sore as she is reminded of her place.

But it isn’t the sting of my belt that will truly tame her. It is what follows that will leave her in no doubt she belongs to me. That part will be long, hard, and shameful… and she will beg for it.

THEIR MOTTO

A powerful Council. Five men dedicated to keeping a tradition over a century old. Five men prepared to do what it took to harbor secrets. They held absolute control over dozens of industries, with the ability to destroy anyone who refused to play by their rules.

Only their firstborn sons were allowed to take their place.

Danger…

The majority of people went through life never experiencing the concept.

They never feared for their lives or those of their loved ones.

Danger was something seen on the media, tragedies happening to others.

They believed they were safe from the treachery of ruthless monsters.

But they were wrong…

The Sacred Sect will always be watching.

EXCERPT

Christian

Hunger.

Need.

Anger.

They were all rolled into one, bitter emotions furrowing in my stomach. A threat. All these years she’d thought I’d threatened her. I’d been nothing but a dark and demanding young man with a desire for power, my obsessive needs unfolding on that very day. Maybe I had issued more of a warning than anything. She’d seemed so innocent, so damn frail. I’d seen her through the years, had known she looked up to me more than any of the other growing boys within the community.

Maybe my words had been my last effort at holding onto the goodness in my heart, as well as her life. Perhaps I’d been trying to save both.

I snickered at the thought as I entered my office, finding Stephanie standing in all her glory, her body language tense. She hated me. There was no way around her true feelings, even if yearning was captured in her expression and those dazzling eyes of hers.

What I was beginning to understand was our marriage had been intended to bring our families together.

I studied Stephanie’s facial features, her emerald eyes mere pools of darkness as she glared at me. I’d barely managed to keep my hands off her through all the bullshit surrounding the wedding, but certain pomp and circumstances were required. Now I had her all to myself, if only for a few minutes.

She stood her ground as I walked closer. There was no fear in her expression. In fact, I gathered a sense of desire burning within her. I’d felt the crackling electricity at the church, the rapid thudding of her pulse. I wanted her hot and wet, craving my cock. I shifted as my balls tightened once again, the longing difficult to contain. She remained quiet, studying me more out of curiosity than anything else.

Perhaps drawing her own line in the sand.

Her insubordinate nature only made me want her that much more.

I crowded her space, drinking in the exotic essence of her perfume. When I lifted my hand, only then did she make a single sound, a slight moan pushing past her lips. I used the tip of my index finger to slide a stray strand of hair from her cheek, the tip imbedded in her glossy lipstick.

She remained stiff as I eased the hair behind her ear, taking my time to tangle my fingers in her long strands. “You’re frightened of me,” I said quietly.

“No, Christian. I’m not frightened of anyone.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Every part of me was tingling as I swept my fingertips down the length of her arm, delighting in the warm flush creeping along her jaw. “I will admit, you are incredibly beautiful.”

“And you’re nothing but a monster.”

The comment was meant to catch me off guard. Instead, it drove me to yet another level of need as well as fueling my obsession. I slid my hand around her throat, pulling her forward, my fingers digging into her skin. “Maybe I am, but this monster is the one who owns you.”

“That will never mean anything to me. Never.” Her words were frank, cold but her body betrayed her.

“I can smell your desire, Stephanie. I can tell how much you hunger for my touch. My cock. My domination. One day you will submit to me willingly, but I have no problem taking you when and how I want.”

She laughed even though the sound was stilted. “Willingly? That will never happen. You are trulya bastard.”

I lowered my head until our lips were mere centimeters apart, taking several deep breaths as I controlled the internal beast ready to consume her right here, in the middle of my office. “We shall see about that; however, I will not allow you to speak to me that way. You will be respectful at all times.”

“Or what?”

“Or punishment will be swift and harsh.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she demanded.

“Your husband.” I crushed my lips over hers, my hunger raging off the charts. I’d never felt so connected to anyone, the effect leaving my mind buzzing and my heart racing. I could almost taste the shame on her lips, so reluctant to yield to me.

She’d become such an amazing woman, no longer the sickly girl who’d taken my breath away even then.

She slapped her hands against my chest, pushing hard in an effort to get away. She should already know better. I would never let her go.

I slid my other arm around her waist, pulling her onto her tiptoes as I thrust my tongue past her lips. The taste of her was exactly what I needed, fulfilling at least a portion of my desire, enough to keep my thirst quenched until the stifling guests were forced to leave.

Even if my cock was aching like a son of a bitch.

She clung to me with one hand, still using the other to push hard, trying desperately to break the connection, but there was such heat building between us, igniting a passion that was blinding in its intensity.

I became like a crazed man, ready to feast on her sweet pussy, shoving my cock into every hole. I wanted her on her knees sucking my balls. I craved her riding me like a wild stallion and I longed to shove my shaft deep into her tight little asshole. I allowed my hold on her neck to soften, caressing her skin as she trembled in my arms.

Using a single finger, I slid the edge of her dress down her arm as I eased her against my desk. My mind reeled from the thought of bending her over the thick wooden surface, spanking her tight little ass until she cried out my name.

She whimpered into the kiss, still fighting me although she’d parted her legs, as if giving me permission to taste and take.

I planned on doing both.

I broke the kiss, dragging my lips down to her neck as I eased my hand into the bodice of her dress. The feel of her swollen nipple in my fingers was the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world. I couldn’t help myself, taking the tender bud between my thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting until she cried out.

Her head was lolled back, her eyelids half closed. Then she reached back, grabbing the edge of the desk with one hand, her breathing ragged.

Sweet music to my ears.

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One last thing. I have a new audible book – the third in the Mafia Masters series – Forced to Cooperate narrated by the fabulous Jack Calihan. It’s available on the Audible platform and I hope you’ll take a listen.

forcedtocooperate_audibleI’m going to make her pay. Then I’m going to make her mine.

Willow Church is not the first person who tried to put a bullet in me. She’s just the first I let live. Now she will pay the price in the most shameful way imaginable. The stripes from my belt will teach her to obey, but what happens to her sore, red bottom after that will teach the real lesson.

She will be used mercilessly, over and over, and every brutal climax will remind her of the humiliating truth: she never even had a chance against me. Her body always knew its master.

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My Fabulous Guest – Shanna Handel

I have a delicious guest for you today and I’m highlighting the fifth book in her juicy Billionaire Mafia Romance series – Surrender. Let’s welcome the lovely and amazing Shanna Handel! Yes, you can read them as stand alone but why not purchase the entire series? AND it’s FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription!

Let’s jump right in. 

SURRENDER

SYNOPSIS

I’m a grown woman, not a little girl in need of a chaperone… or a spanking.I came here to visit a friend, not to be manhandled by some Greek god.He had no business scolding me, let alone smacking my bottom right there in the street.So why did him threatening to take off his belt leave my panties soaked?

She’s an outsider, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take her over my knee.I could tell this girl needed a firm hand the moment I set eyes on her.She doesn’t know how things Surrenderare done around here, but she’ll learn soon enough.As long as we’re on my turf, she’s mine to protect… and mine to do with as I please.

EXCERPT

Hannah

His hand smooths over my fiery ass. Cups the curve of my bottom. He starts to spank the

tender place where my ass meet the tops of my thighs with soft little spanks. They’re gentle and sensual and make my pussy drip with arousal. Mewing noises rise in the back of my throat. The little spanks fool me as the first stripe of the belt did. Then the spanks get harder, sharper, faster.

Peppering every inch of that sensitive area. Stinging my skin. Making my pussy weep and beg.

“Spread your legs.” He’s stopped spanking now and is rolling my panties down around my ankles. I can’t imagine what he has in store for me next—but I know what I want. I part my thighs further. The plug moves as I do. Stretching and pulling and only adding to my desire. The cool air caresses the hot wetness of my slick folds. I catch the scent of my own arousal. I feel his gaze appraising between my legs. “Beautiful.”

I hear the dropping of his trousers. I feel the heat of his thighs against the backs of mine.

“Please, please fuck me.”

“Only because you’ve done so well taking your punishment.” He gives a dark chuckle as his fingers dig into my hips. His cock finds my slick entrance. The head pressing against my tight pussy. One rough shove and he’s inside of me. As his cock fills my pussy, my breath catches in my throat.

The plug.

His already huge member has me absolutely stretched to capacity with the space the plug is taking up in my core. I’m whimpering, my clit pulsing as he slowly retracts, then gives another hard, full thrust, filling me to capacity.

He pumps hard as he tightens his hold on my hips. His huge cock slams in and out of my slippery sheath. The pulsing nub between my folds bumps up against the firm leather pommel with each thrust, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my overly stimulated body. My fingernails dig into the pommel horse. My eyes squeeze shut. My mouth gapes.

The orgasm building within me is more powerful than I’d dreamed one could be. The tips of my toes barely touch the floor as he fucks me, over and over and over. Every time his hips meet my ass, the plug gets a little push. My clit another rough caress. My sheath tightens around him. Milking him for every ounce of pleasure. Heat covers my body, my breaths come in fast pants. Perspiration trickles between my heavy breasts as I finally experience the sweet release of climax.

Over and over again.

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What if He’s Your Bounty?

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

BOUNTY

EXCERPT

Stone

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

I’d turned into one dangerous man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or too dangerous.

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

The worst part?

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

I never wanted her to remember the man from before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

An honor.

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

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

Almost innocent.

Definitely a fighter.

A woman I craved possessing.

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

SYNOPSIS

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

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

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

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

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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CARNAL

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

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

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

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

Creatures so powerful, they are feared above all others.

Predators whose hunger knows no bounds.

The Wolfen.

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

Until no one believes them any longer.

That is until they are faced with the truth…

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Carnal – The Wolfen

I have a brand new start of one HOT paranormal series, the first book HOT off the presses. I do adore shifters, but it’s been a while since I’ve written about them. For the world of the Wolfen, things aren’t always as they seem, even if they are the premier creature on Earth…

CARNAL

Max 

“Open your legs for me, Kathleen.” The moment she hesitated, I delivered a series of hard smacks on her naked bottom.

She moaned, blinking several times, finally succumbing. “Yes, sir.” As she opened her legs, her hands flew to her breasts in an attempt to cover her hard, rosy nipples.

I growled, my thirst growing as I climbed onto the bed. “I’m going to feast on your pretty pink pussy. Then I’m going to fuck you in the ass.” As I hunkered down, dragging my roughcarnal_full tongue along the edges of her swollen folds, her whimper and her quivering body were my reward. I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

“Jesus,” I hissed, almost disgusted from the vision, vivid images floating through my mind in a constant reel. I’d thought about nothing but taking her in a primal manner, a match to the beast I truly was. I’d awakened from yet another dream, soaked in sweat and my hunger off the charts. I’d almost transformed in an effort to find some sense of satisfaction.

Control was getting to be difficult.

A growl remained in my throat, low-slung and husky as the beast hungered to breach the surface. Here I was, stalking her like some damn predator.

You are…

I heard every sound on the busy street as I rounded the corner, the ridiculous conversations as people scampered to their required destinations. I noticed every nuance of the men and women walking hundreds of yards away, my keen vision able to detect the pulsing of their throats, the very lifeblood they had flowing.

At this point, I needed a couple of shots of bourbon to squelch the increasing thirst.

I fisted my mouth, shoving aside what many considered to be my natural tendencies. If what I suspected was correct, I would need every ounce of control in order to keep my promise to myself.

I was a fool to think taking her would be that easy. Kathleen Kelly would indeed fight me every step of the way. I rubbed my hand through my hair before holding it into the hint of moonlight, although I didn’t need any light to hone in on every line and pore. Every sense was heightened, even on edge. I crossed the street, heading down the sidewalk. She lived close to the city in an area that most would consider dangerous, yet she didn’t seem to care. The woman acted fearless, refusing to acknowledge any safety concerns.

After moving past several of the homes, I remained on the corner, still able to easily gaze into one of her windows. I could tell she’d recently moved in given the number of boxes piled against one of the walls, the reason I hadn’t seen her in the neighborhood before.

My father told me everything happened for a reason and only when we could handle the significance.

I’d been reduced to a man stalking a woman I barely knew. What the hell was wrong with me?

The big, bad wolf indeed.

You will succumb to me in every way, surrendering your body, your heart, and your soul to my darkest desires. There will be no turning back, no escaping my savage needs. And you will be punished for every infraction.

I snarled after thinking the words, although every one of them was true.

Predator.

An animal that naturally preys on others.

The definition was one I knew well, a brutal desire I’d felt my entire life, the kind of hunger that burned deep within my very soul. If it weren’t for centuries of evolved humanity, my kind would live on their primal needs alone.

Still, there were some who would call me a dangerous man—correction, a monstrous beast. I thought about my earlier confrontation with Stone, knowing my interrogation wouldn’t go over well with the other Nightwalkers, but my visit had been necessary. I’d never allowed a criminal to go free and I wasn’t about to allow that to happen now. I snickered at the thought.

While Brody Miller was still on the run, it wouldn’t be long until he was apprehended. If Stone was lying, he’d connect with Brody within hours. Stone’s mechanic’s shop would be under twenty-four-hour surveillance. He wouldn’t dare allow the fucker to come within two miles of the Nightwalker village for fear of my wrath.

I was ruthless in both my profession and my personal life. Others would simply say I had an innate gut instinct for my job, my hardcore abilities necessary in a profession I’d come to love. I took no shit, refusing to allow anyone to engage in excuses. Because of my fierce nature, I was considered a top notch detective, yet I alienated almost everyone I came into contact with.

As if I gave a shit.

Yet I was damn proud I was extremely good at my chosen profession. I collected human monsters with ease, shoving them behind bars of steel, stripping them of their ability to destroy any additional lives. But I was even worse.

Brutal.

Savage.

Unforgiving.

Which member of my team would be required to hunt me down?

And they would if legends were to be believed, one day our kind would all return to our primitive state.

Then everything would change.

We had our share of enemies, certain factions of humans who truly believed in the prophecy of werewolves, although the term was one we loathed. There were also other species of wolves who would fight us to the death for superiority. And the legend lived on through the eyes of authors and movie producers.

I chuckled as I gathered a whiff of the light breeze. The wondrous stories told over copious glasses of wine grew larger than life with every telling. If the ancient scrolls and the myths were to be believed, we were only years away from that occurrence. Hell, no, not on my watch. I’d heard all the rumors about the disease that had brought us into existence rearing its dormant head, forcing us back into creatures of the night. Sighing, I closed my eyes briefly, my gut telling me everything was about to change.

On this dark and chilly night, I was on edge, much more so than normal. Although I was unaccustomed to giving in to my own nature, I was forced to admit the various fragrances from exotic perfumes to cooking oil were a pungent reminder my senses were highly sensitized and had been for hours.

The reason was simple—a beautiful woman.

All I could think about was taking her, tasting her.

Fucking her.

Ravaging her.

My true destiny.

I remained where I was, watching as one light was switched off, another turned on. She was preparing to exit for the night, leaving a warm glow to fend off would-be criminals. Little did she know the devil himself was hiding in plain sight. I pictured her kitchen, the exquisite yet stark appliances, so very much like the woman hiding behind the mask. I knew the layout of the tidy little space, every dimension and exit by heart.

And I’d never been inside the quaint single-story house.

As the swirl of clouds swept past the almost full moon, every inch of my body was alive. Every blood cell sizzling from extreme heat. Every muscle aching. Every tendon stretched to the snapping point. I was close to turning, but it had nothing to do with a ridiculous gothic myth, a grizzly ghost story told around campfires in the middle of the night. The full moon meant fucking nothing to our kind.

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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A Bull Riding Cowboy Doctor? Oh Yeah…

I thought I’d mix it up a bit. You know how much I adore my dark and dangerous men. Well, what about a rugged cowboy bull riding champion who just happens to be a doctor? What if he’s also dominating as heck, taking no shit from anyone, including the upstart female determined to claim his championship? Hmmm…

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HARD RIDE

EXCERPT

Holland

“You’re out of your mind.” I issued the words, shocked that he’d think something horrible like a spanking was acceptable in anyone’s society.

“I’m not the thief,” Montana said without emotion. He kept his heated gaze moving up hardride_fulland down the length of my body, no doubt undressing me with his eyes.

I folded my arms, smiling just as sweetly as I had before. “Not a chance, cowboy. You’re not my master.”

“Well, it’s obvious you need harsh discipline.”

“And why is that?”

He inched even closer until I gathered a whiff of his cologne, the scent just as vibrant and masculine as when I’d entered the house. Everything about the man was intoxicating as well as infuriating. “You have a caustic mouth. You believe yourself to be entitled. You refuse to follow rules. You push every button. You are careless, enough so you could get yourself killed in the arena and you don’t seem to give a shit. Would you like me to go on?”

I had to admit, he was right about the majority of items on his list, but at least one pissed me the hell off. “You’re the entitled one. You think because you’ve won countless rodeos that your shit doesn’t stink. You treat everyone with disrespect, as if they’re lower on the totem pole than you. Well, that shit just doesn’t fly with the majority of people, no matter how popular you pretend to be.”

His eyes flared the same anger I’d seen every time we talked. If he got any closer, his lips would be pressed against mine.

Not a bad thought.

Wait a minute. How in the hell could I crave a man like him? And why was my body reacting, betraying me as if I was a girl with some crush? I took a decided step backwards, my butt hitting the edge of the desk.

It was his turn to smile, even though his gorgeous eyes still held the same level of venom. “As I said. It’s your choice. This is a free country after all.”

I held my own, keeping my body stance almost like a fighter would, prepared to throw hard punches at any moment. However, I had no answer. The two choices weren’t acceptable. Then again, he had me dead to rights, having broken into his home.

Montana shook his head, sliding his phone from his back pocket.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, as if I had a right to demand anything.

He held out his index finger before sliding it across the screen. With one press of a button, he took a deep breath. “Yes, will you connect me with Sheriff Sikes?” He tapped his foot. “Yes, I’ll wait. I’m very happy to wait.”

All the years I’d spend trying to dig myself out of a wretched hole flashed into my mind. All the years of working to achieve a single goal. All the years of being afraid of everything, distrusting everyone. The images and thoughts flew into my mind like a bullet straight from hell. “Wait a minute. Don’t do that. Please. Okay?” I’ll do what you ask.I wasn’t entirely certain I was ready for his brand of justice.

Hesitating, his look stern, he furrowed his brow before lowering his phone, ending the call. “So, you accept your punishment?”

“Punishment. I’m not the bad girl you think I am.”

“Really? You seem to be a manipulative girl who won’t take no for an answer. From what I can tell, you’ve gotten everything you wanted in your life. Daddy’s little princess?”

“How dare you!” I countered, ready to punch him in the gut.

“Because I’m not the criminal and I can tell about girls like you, sweetheart. You think your shit doesn’t stink.”

This time I didn’t hesitate, punching him square in the gut, ready to launch into a series of targeted kicks if he hadn’t grabbed my wrists, pulling them over my head.

“Nice try, sweetheart. You’re no match for me.”

I struggled, huffing and puffing but the man was far too strong. “You’re an asshole.”

“I think you said that already.” Snarling, he shoved me back, shaking his head as he rubbed his forehead. “You need to be locked in a cage.”

Been there, done that.

I almost spouted off the words. “You really are a nasty man.”

“Yeah? Take a number because I’ve heard that shit before.” He paced the floor for a few seconds before snapping his head in my direction. “You know, I would have been happy to teach you the ropes, even give you some private lessons but every time you open your mouth, you issue nasty words. I think you’re terrified of truly asking anyone for help, using your arrogance as a method of hiding. Am I wrong?”

I couldn’t answer, my throat clenched almost shut.

“Yep, that’s exactly what I thought. You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself.”

“As if you should talk, asshole.”

Exhaling, he closed his eyes for a few seconds, finally shoving his phone into his pocket. “Why would I want to help you in any manner?”

Once again, he’d seen through the solid steel mask into the wayward girl inside. “Because I asked you.” I heard the tentative tone in my voice and loathed the weakness.

“You’re going to receive a hard spanking then we will never speak of this again. Understood?”

I nodded like the wicked child he’d portrayed me to be. This was one of the most humiliating things that had ever happened to me. Thank God, no one else would know about the shame I was going to be forced to endure. “Just get it over with.” I turned around, placing my hands on the desk, huffing and cursing under my breath.

“Not so fast. As I said, we do things the cowboy way.”

“Meaning what?” Asshole. Jerkoff. Disgrace to women.The nasty thoughts lingered in my mind.

“Take off your jeans and panties. I assume you wear panties,” he commanded, the same dark and stormy voice sending more than just a thrill through me. My entire body was tingling, my pussy quivering.

This was ridiculous. He was just a man and a horrible excuse for one at that.

“Over my dead body.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“You seem to be hardheaded as they come. You absolutely need a controlling hand in your life, a man who takes no shit.” Instead of being exasperated, Montana was far too calm, as if he knew exactly what I needed.

“And I guess you’re that man.”

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Sierra

Blood.

A tragedy for so many, vile and evil men creating destruction and damnation.

A dangerous man.

A ruthless monster.

A heartless criminal.

I stood in front of the man I’d sworn never to see again, a brutal creature who had no madetobeg_fullregard for life. Yet I’d known instinctively that there was nowhere else to turn, no one who would help me.

But him.

Dominating.

Sexy.

Possessive.

The words filtered into my mind as I stood in front of the larger than life man, his dark eyes penetrating mine. I was filled with trepidation at his reaction, a gut-wrenching moment of losing myself in the past. I was a damn fool. A flash from only two hours before shifted me back into the nightmare and the very reason I’d lost a portion of my mind.

“Bitch!” the monstrous man bellowed, his dark and dangerous voice ringing in the night air. “I. Will. Find. You.”He stood with a knife in his hands, the glistening steel something I would never forget.

The words were haunting, the scarred and ugly man what nightmares were made of. I should have known better than to go off on my own, trying desperately to finish a damn story. Now, I stood in the house of a man I didn’t really know, other than the brutal stories I’d heard since moving to Chicago in an attempt to start a new life.

And memories of a dark fantasy I’d succumbed to.

He was just as handsome as he’d been all those years ago, even more debonair than I’d remembered in his dark shirt and beautiful charcoal gray trousers. Everything about him reeked of money and sexuality, as well as the same kind of danger as the monster in the alley.

Except Lorenzo Francesco held the city hostage with his brawn and power, the stronghold he had over politicians and members of law enforcement unequaled in the land of kingpins. He was a force unlike anything Chicago had ever seen.

And he’d once been my lover.

“Sierra,” Lorenzo said in a low-slung voice, his eyes opening wide. “My God. What the fuck happened to you?”

I didn’t even remember placing the glass on the table, but I wasn’t certain I had to strength to pick it up again and God, I needed the damn bourbon. What was happening to me? I wrung my hands, staring at the blood on the towel, another round of horror wrapping its bony fingers around my neck. How in the hell had I gotten myself in this predicament? I shivered to my very core, my heart racing to the point the sound of the beats echoed in my ear. I hadn’t intended on coming here but the moment I was in the cab, Lorenzo’s address was the only thing I’d been able to remember or say.

I was dirty, filthy and disgusted with myself, so cold that I could barely breathe. I darted a look in his direction, finding it entirely too weird that I found him so attractive at this moment. By all rights, I should fear him as much as the monstrous asshole I’d come across. I’d been chasing a story for almost six months, a series of horrific crimes I’d been able to link to one man. I’d just needed a last confirmation and nothing more, instead stumbling onto a murder scene. Not murder. Slaughter. And I’d frozen. A weak and helpless girl.

I’d known I was in over my head, but my adrenaline and drive refused to be denied. The informant I’d talked to had promised me a story of a lifetime. My fucking fifteen minutes of desired fame had almost cost me my life.

No, it likely would cost me my life unless a gangster agreed to help me. I didn’t want to die but I also knew the chance I was taking in accepting any assistance from Lorenzo. Favors he didn’t do. He merely took what he wanted.

Just like he had four years before.

Fucking me.

Spanking me.

Using me.

Oh, God. Oh, God. What was I doing here?

I looked down, trying to find the courage to even speak. I’d never been weak, had always been the girl to take chances, enjoying and savoring adventures. I was a black belt in karate, had a concealed weapons permit. Where the hell was my gun now? Taken. God, it had been taken from me. I was like some sniveling little girl unable to find her voice.

Lorenzo sighed and walked to the couch, keeping his distance yet sitting beside me. “Whatever happened tonight, you can tell me. I’ll do everything I can to help you, but you gotta open your mouth, doll. There isn’t another way.”

I could only nod like some bobblehead doll.

He picked up my glass, gently tugging one of my hands from the cloth and positioning the tumbler so I could wrap my fingers around the thick crystal. When I didn’t move, he lifted my arm for me, pushing the rim to my lips. “Take a few sips so you can calm down.”

I obeyed him just like I’d done before, licking drops of liquor before taking a few tentative sips. Then gulps.

Lorenzo muttered under his breath as he eased the bloody rag to the table. “Okay, that’s enough.” He forced the glass away from my mouth and out of the corner of my eye I noticed him shaking his head. “Sierra, what the fuck happened?”

One. Two. Three.

Four. Five. Six.

I counted all the way to ten before I was able to answer. “I witnessed a horrific murder.”

He issued another deep sigh. “If you only witnessed it then why are you covered in blood?”

“Because…” I started, shaking even more. After a few additional seconds, I was able to look into his eyes. “Because I was right there when he issued the killing blows, savagely plunging the knife over and over again into the guy. The poor boy was screaming, begging for my help. I tried. I really tried to help him, but I couldn’t. I just….” I gasped for air, unable to finish the sentence. I could still hear the monster’s laugh as he chased me, only I knew he had no intention of killing me then.

He would wait.

He would hunt.

And he would capture me.

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