Sexy, Dangerous and oh-so Primal

I thought you might like a taste of what I’m working on right now. I do love my dangerous men. They are anti-heros but with the help of feisty females, tend to become passionate and intense, even lovable. Well…

Keep in mind this isn’t even edited by my standards but, I think you’ll enjoy.

PRIMAL – SONS OF DARKNESS

Dominick

Only in darkness can I feel the light…

The thought was revealing. A monster’s personality. My father coined the word ‘primal’ for his firstborn son, a spawn he’d shared proudly with everyone both in and outside the traditional family, the brugade. 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 tattoed manmore sadistic methods of passion. My first love would always be making money and I was rich, 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 all 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 were 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. I took a sip of my drink, savoring the delicious and very expensive bourbon. We were all 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.

“Dominick Lugiano, my friend.” He 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. They 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 versus 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 my satisfaction of eliminating an issue. Their roles were support only as necessary, paving the way with regard to 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, neither sit 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 gave him a respectful nod. 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. “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 the 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.”

The vote was unanimous in my favor.

***

The ballroom was decorated in various hues of silver and blue and 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 in a man, 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 and influencers, 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 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 the next 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.

I polished off the champagne and checked my watch. Perfect. I didn’t care what table I set the glass down on as I left the room, finding the Senator all alone in a suite meant for a king. I stood in the doorway, studying him. He seemed edgy, his lips moving in silence as he read a piece of paper. No doubt his fabulous speech for the American people.

I didn’t bother knocking, taking long strides inside.

He finally sensed a presence, jerking his head from his steadfast resolve. “Dominick. What… What are you doing here?” The fear in his voice was palpable.

“Why celebrating your upcoming announcement, Senator. You should be very proud of your accomplishments.” I patted my chest as I looked around the room. They’d furnished the space with food and drink, plush seating and not one but three oversized televisions, all to glorify his bullshit. I walked toward the bar, making myself a drink then stood in front of the floor to ceiling window, peering out at the gorgeous city. My city. And all the while, he didn’t utter a single word.

I was able to see his reflection in the crystal clear glass, even the nervous tick that had appeared in the corner of his mouth. I was certain the man was sweating in his very expensive Armani tuxedo.

“What do you want, Dominick? I will be on camera in five minutes. I don’t have time for this.” The flutter in his voice was telling. He was terrified.

“What do I want?” I issued the words slowly. “I’m curious, Drummand. Are you planning on confiding all your sins to your constituents?”

“What sins?” The anger had increased in his tone.

Excellent. I took two sips of my drink, not bothering to answer until he took a step in my direction. “Why don’t you pick one? Gambling? Whoring? Would you like to inform the crowd and the American people that you owe almost two hundred thousand dollars to my family?”

“What? You bastard. I’m in the process of paying that back!” he insisted.

“Mmm… Yes, well, the interest is killing you. Besides, that’s not the point.”

“And what the fuck is the point?”

I turned sharply, closing the distance. “The point is that I own you, Mr. Hargrove. Nothing you do can occur without my approval.” I patted his lapel, giving him an evil grin. “I certainly don’t have any intention of preventing you from running,ifyou obey my rules.”

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Claimed by the Beasts

Yes, my sweet ones, I have a new release. I’ve always had a love of dangerous creatures, especially lions and tigers. My new release highlights white lions in a different light – one fueled by a curse plaguing their kind. The Red Moon is approaching, a time of passing that could mean their extinction, unless the King claims his bride. She’s very human, refusing to believe in dark beings haunting the night.

But she cannot refuse them, her hunger almost as ravenous as the wild beasts…

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CLAIMED BY THE BEASTS

SYNOPSIS

Investigative journalist Scarlet Dumane has spent years hiding from the truth about herself, but now her grandmother’s death under suspicious circumstances has brought her home to the bayous of Louisiana and she must face her fate, no matter how shameful and terrifying.

Though she has done her best to run from it, Scarlet cannot escape what is in store for her. She is destined to be claimed, not by one savage beast, but by three. Her mates will claimedbythebeasts_fullown every inch of her, and her beautiful body will be shared and used as roughly and as often as they please.

She will be a queen, but her mates will be her masters, and defiance will be punished. Yet even when she is stripped bare and spanked until she is sobbing, her need for them only grows, and every blush, moan, and quivering climax binds her to them more tightly. But with enemies lurking in the shadows, can she trust her mates to protect her from both man and beast?

EXCERPT

The wind whipped past him as he rolled through the darkened streets, the humidity licking at his face. He was hungry, his needs festering just under his skin. Tonight, he would need to feed, but only after satisfying his other craving.

Larken felt reborn, maneuvering the Harley around the bank of turns, hunkering over the handlebars as he pressed down the accelerator. The massive steel machine was his baby, left and cared for by his best friends. He’d craved the ride, the speed as well as the danger. This had been his hunting grounds when he was younger, enabling him safety from prying human eyes as he fed. The area would serve his needs again, at least for the time being. Going in excess of seventy miles per hour, he shot past the various driveways, heading into the city. There were signs all around him that the beasts of the forest were on the move and there was only one reason for the change in location.

Fear.

From the moment he’d arrived in Lafayette, his senses had been heightened, his skin prickling, the desire to shed his human skin increasing. His natural instincts were on high alert, electricity coursing through him. He also sensed something else.

His mate.

No matter his disgust at the old ways, they were all searching for their rightful mate, and there were significantly fewer females of his kind than even twenty years before. This wasn’t about reeling from her aroma, but an innate knowing in his mind. The concept was disturbing.

Why did he not gather her scent?

He slowed the bike, lifting his head and sniffing, inhaling the various odors of the forest surrounding him. What he could detect was that certain members of the Pride were on the prowl but there was more. Unfortunately, his once keen instincts would need to be honed. He rode on, picking up speed. He would service certain needs tonight to keep the change at bay, at least for the time being.

He was important to the majority of his kind, a member of the Vusi Pride, considered the most virulent and dangerous in the world. But their numbers were dwindling, a cause and effect of the curse as well as succumbing to the natural order of things—humans hell bent on destroying their land and taking away their livelihoods. While there were hundreds of Prides living in the United States, as well as other countries, their fate was in the hands of an ancient legend, carefully filtered to the younger generations. Elders controlled knowledge as well as their fates, at least to a point.

But he was considered king.

Larken was weary of what he’d find after returning to the city, even more concerned his Pride was being picked off one by one in an effort to control them. What the humans didn’t know is that they were prepared for a fight. He rolled his eyes as he recounted his training, years spent sharpening his skills, his youth stripped away by requirements given by the Elders.

And he’d hated every second, far too disobedient for his powerful and influential father.

white lionUnfortunately, he would need to make a choice, his decision altering the course of the Vusi, as well as other Prides. The weight on his shoulders was kicking his ass. The Red Moon was approaching, just as the ancient books had foretold. He’d been a nonbeliever for his entire life, but the recent events told a damning story. Still, tonight he wanted company in the form of a beautiful woman and he would find everything he needed at a local bar.

He was also meeting the two men that he could trust with his life, his kindred, the same men who had called him back into service. Trevor Williams and Bristol Abbott were important to the Pride, considered leaders and respected by the majority of the clan. They’d been bonded as children, their futures entwined, required to take the same mate. He snickered at the thought. They’d shared a few women all right, but that had been years ago. Claiming a single female as their intended mate sounded barbaric.

But required by the ancient laws.

Larken kicked down his speed as he approached the outer limits of the town, avoiding attracting any law enforcement official or other prominent member of the closely knit community. Their kind were merely tolerated at best, the abundance of old wives’ tales and campfire stories creating a vacuum around the village that he’d grown up in.

After all, they were beasts, monsters that terrorized Lafayette, feeding on the young, ravaging and pillaging the young virgins. Only the stories were crap. Except for one aspect.

They were creatures, what lore affectionately termed as werelions. Half human, half lion. Their kind had been cursed hundreds of years before, plagued with the knowledge that they would be annihilated one day, killed off because of a witchdoctor’s angry curse. Supposedly, their time had come. And all because of the Red Moon.

To think he’d come back for this bullshit, two-thousand-year-old crap to be exact. He should have stayed in Los Angeles, fighting fires and living the high life. He’d left his hometown the day he turned twenty-two, refusing to accept who and what he was. He thought about words from his father, who had encouraged him to leave. Perhaps it had been his father’s way of trying to keep him safe. He’d yet to see his father since his return. His father was one of the three revered Elders remaining in Lafayette, two arriving only a few decades earlier and all in preparation for the catastrophic lunar event.

Almost five years had passed, but nothing seemed to have changed. Being lured back gave him mixed feelings, no matter the circumstances. There were many who had bid him good riddance, including lower ranking officers with a penchant for power plays. He would face the Elders in order to make his determination. Time would tell. Snickering, he made a sharp right turn, allowing the bike to rumble as he headed for his destination.

The parking lot of The Full Tilt was hopping, dozens of cars, trucks, and motorcycles in the parking lot. The place had been, and in his mind, would always be a biker bar, even though from what he’d heard, tourists had found the location on some goddamn internet site like Yelp. Now, the place was jam packed with MC wannabes, all sporting some form of fake tattoo or another.

He found a spot all the way in the back, able to secure his bike in the darkness. There were enemies he longed to avoid, men who had no trouble dishing out a pile of shit when they were able. He didn’t want any trouble, but if there was, he’d have difficulty maintaining control given his level of hunger.

As he secured his helmet, he heard a rustling sound coming from only a few feet away. His keen senses took over, allowing him to see clearly in the darkness. The scene was far too delicious to resist. He’d never considered himself a voyeur, but his breakup had given him free rein to consider a certain level of adventure.

Even if his mate was in town.

He’d been a poster boy of virtue in LA, preferring to be a homebody instead of roaming the bars, no matter the quantity of women. His job had been his life until meeting Becky, but his good behavior hadn’t been only because of work or his relationship. There was something else much more vital in keeping him close to home. He’d been terrified of losing control. How long had it been since he’d transformed? Long enough to be concerned about his growing level of anger increasing daily. Rage could force him to shift, losing his ability to kill discriminately. At least being back home and near others of his kind, he was able to maintain a certain level of sanity, as well as keeping his beast at bay. He walked just around the bike, finding the source of the noise.

The older man was positioned in the driver’s seat of a rundown truck, the door open. Sprawled across his lap was a woman, her skirt raised, her naked ass in the air. As the sharp cracking sounds floated into the night, he couldn’t help but grin. The woman was getting a hard spanking. Right here, in the middle of the parking lot. Well, what the hell.

Larken’s cock was throbbing, pushing against the tight confines of his jeans, another reminder that his dark cravings were reaching a boiling point. He stood in the darkness, his eyes locked on the event, longing to be the man giving the round of discipline.

After a few seconds, he turned away, almost disgusted with himself.

Striding into the bar, he was easily able to see over the majority of customers given his size. The majority parted the way as he strolled through, moving his head from right to left as he scanned for his buddies. Fortunately, almost no one paid him much attention, which was a good sign. He found them in the back, parked next to a pool table. While there was no real privacy given the number of people, the single row of bar top tables was far removed from the dance floor and customers crowding against the bar.

“You’re late.” The deep baritone filtered into the night, husky and more like a rippling growl. As if the man was trying to be top dog.

Larken shot his harsh gaze toward the man he considered his best buddy, keeping the cold and calculating stare for a solid minute before breaking into a grin. “Plane was late. Then settling into the cabin was… interesting to say the least. Appreciate you opening it up for me.” Trevor was known as the most dangerous of the trio, his skills given his military stint legendary, at least from what he’d heard. Trevor had also left town for several months, returning of his own accord, the loyalty to his people an admirable trait, one Larken didn’t share. Bristol was the homebody, having rarely left Lafayette. At least the man’s construction firm was renowned. Neither man had changed to any degree, one of the perks of their breed. They’d kept in touch over the years. They were his betas to the alpha role he’d been born into. He couldn’t believe he was even thinking of the ancient ways.

What do you think? I do love my lion King…

Kisses

Piper

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