Hunting Their Mate

I have another fabulous release coming tomorrow! The third in the Cenzan world, where aliens fight to rebuild their lives, creating a new home on Earth. I had huge reactions to the human character, one dark and dangerous ex-Marine nicknamed Killer. I had so many requests to write his story that well, I just had to. Just a little taste for you…

HUNTING THEIR MATE

Earth – March 2146

Kristina

The Creepers were everywhere, consuming our resources and destroying our way of life. They were true monsters, walking the Earth as if we owed them something. To hell with that. The mother fuckers thought they could rule us, and even more disgusting was the realization that a huge percentage of humans had fallen into their trap. They actuallyhuntingtheirmate believed the gargantuan aliens wanted to be our friends, keep the peace.

I knew better.

The Cenzan Federation had infiltrated Earth almost two years before, blending with our people. The various government reactions had been mixed, although mostly favorable, acting as if their arrival had been foreseen.

Maybe it had.

I certainly knew there were possibilities of other lifeforms, had been educated to understand we couldn’t be the only inhabitable planet, but to have them not only living but thriving on our bruised and broken planet had been horrific to watch. Those past two years had changed everything, including my beliefs in any concept of a decent future.

I’d seen the Cenzan soldiers in action dozens if not hundreds of times, their false pretenses easy to see through. All they hungered for were human females to breed and bear their ugly little hybrids. I snorted at the thought. And the recent propaganda being issued by the various government leaders was ridiculous.

A New World Full of Peace and Prosperity.

Uh-huh. Only if every last breathing alien creature was wiped off our planet.

I allowed my mind to wander to a horrible vision from the past, the very moment I was shoved into the position of forging a new path, existing on my own. My entire world had been exterminated, the weapons used: Cenzan guns. I’d been the single person from my home village to survive and the only reason because I’d wandered off, longing for time alone at my favorite stream. I’d heard the shots, the bloodcurdling screams as I raced through the trees. At that moment, I’d lost every ounce of humanity as well as the majority of my heart, my entire family taken from me.

Hatred had replaced any concept of love.

A mission formed in my mind as I cradled my dying baby sister in my arms.

I would hunt the aliens down one by one.

“That the place you mentioned?” I asked as the small group of us exited the bank of trees and the protection the forest offered, leaving our dirt bikes hidden under thorny brush. What was left of this particular dilapidated city had been turned into refuge stations for humans and aliens alike, dirty little bars and shitty shacks offering a fine selection of proclivities for those with the cash.

I wasn’t in the mood for anything but a stiff drink and some information. If by chance we were able to eliminate a few Cenzans, then the night would be considered damn good.

“That’s it. To Hell and Back. Catchy name, huh?” Luci laughed as she walked in front of me, studying the layout. She was one of my most formidable lieutenants, a weapons expert, including the use of Cenzan guns. We had a dozen in our arsenal and they’d come to good use in a full-scale attack. One day, our camp would be discovered by our enemy, but on that day, the aliens would be the ones to suffer.

Our particular mission on this full moon night was to gather information, securing the locations of Cenzan run colonies in order to develop an operational scheme. A bar where the liquor flowed and one known to be sympathetic to the aliens was the best place to garner correct data. It was amazing what human males would spill to females who offered them a seductive smile.

As far as the Cenzans? The plan was similar, only the alien warriors wouldn’t survive.

The bar had certainly seen better days, the dilapidated siding a sad reminder of our broken world. At least the neon sign, albeit missing a few bulbs, was glowing brightly in the night sky. Not every city had been destroyed during the great human war fifty years before, but those that hadn’t been were inundated with Cenzans, working and living alongside our illustrious government leaders and the pretty and privileged people.

The Creepers promised to help humans rebuild, using their expert knowledge. I’d yet to see anything worthwhile.

Ginger moved beside Luci, retrieving the console unit she’d retrofitted in order to search for Cenzans. The aliens had a higher body temperature, allowing a much more vivid color on a heat scanner that human lifeforms or animals. The device had come in handy on more than one occasion. “There are a few around, at least four inside the bar, more on the outskirts. We need to be careful.”

I flanked her side, taking a deep whiff. “I can smell their stench from here.” Careful wasn’t in my vocabulary, but I understood her meaning. Knowledge of our group had reached some Cenzan’s radar. Word on the proverbial street was that we were being hunted. Fuck that.

“I’m hungry to take out a few tonight,” Luci said, laughing as she allowed the steel of her switchblade to shimmer in the stream of moonlight.

“First, we drink. Then we kill, but only on my orders.” The women were excellent soldiers, trained by some of the best volunteers we had. Our numbers strong, the people well trained in various aspects of the military as well as science and engineering, we were a force to be reckoned with.

And there were more joining us every day.

“Good deal,” Ginger huffed, sliding the console onto her waistband.

As I walked inside, the disgusting odor of stale cigarettes and booze filtered into my nostrils. At least the place was clean, even festive given the circumstances. The long bar was brightly lit, various compserve units located in strategic locations along two walls, allowing every patron to hear more of the mindless bullshit regarding the new world.

Still, the location was safe enough.

The bartender wasn’t the only one who gave us more than a single onceover. Almost every other male in the joint did as well, human or otherwise. We sauntered through the crowd, ignoring the whistles and catcalls. I tapped my fingers on the bar, catching the eye of the scraggly looking man hovering behind the wooden slab in the shadows. Perhaps our reputation had proceeded us, although the realization there were no other women in the bar was disconcerting.

We were fresh meat.

“We don’t want any trouble,” he muttered as he walked closer.

“And you won’t get any unless you give me a reason to,” I retorted, eyeing his collection of liquor. At least the selection was decent.

I heard a dark chuckle coming from the end of the bar and snapped my head in the asshole’s direction. I wasn’t the kind of woman who gave any man a second look. I had my work and duties to fulfill and nothing else mattered. But this man was beautiful in every way, the kind a girl could fantasize about during a long, cold night. He also emitted a dangerous don’t-fuck-with-me aura that was almost as attractive as the man himself. I did appreciate a powerful brute, but only at standing distance. No man would ever dominate me.

My pussy clenched, my nipples tightening and for the love of God, even my mouth was bone dry.

The old expression was a tall drink of water. The blond was buff, his muscular arms stretching the limits of the tightly woven tee shirt. Even sitting in the shadows, I was able to see his angular jaw and chiseled features. What drew my eye the most was the colorful tattoo on his arm, sweeping under the material and sliding from his rounded collar along his powerful neck.

“Whatdya have?” the bartender asked.

“Tequila,” I ordered for all of us, unable to take my eyes off the hunk. I allowed my gaze to fall to his massive thighs for a few seconds, visions of one hard fuck sizzling the blood coursing through my veins.

The hunk powered back a shot of amber liquor, slamming the heavy bottom of the glass on the bar as if showing off. Then his eyes locked onto mine, his lip curling. He clenched his hand then opened, flexing his fingers. There was no doubt what was on his mind.

Unbridled sex.

The hunger of two predators, although he was even more primal, his desire bordering on carnal. I was wet and hot, my own longing dampening my panties.

I purposely turned toward the others, trying to curtail my raging hormones. Tonight wasn’t about passion, even though the experience would be raw and rough, just the way I liked it. Of that I had no doubt in my mind.

We scanned the perimeter, remaining quiet for a full minute.

“Interesting place,” Ginger whispered.

“Yes.” I was incensed that there was so much camaraderie, my anger white hot.

“I see a prime candidate,” Luci said under her breath before tipping back the shot glass.

I followed her gaze and the particular Cenzan was all alone. Even from this distance, I was able to see his tangerine eyes, the color dazzling. He was a warrior, one of the prime soldiers for the alien race. That meant certain important creatures were close by. That wasn’t what I expected to find. “I’ll deal with him.” I polished off the tequila, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before heading in the Cenzan’s direction.

I could still be the consummate actress, capable of luring in any kind of prey. Issuing a sweet smile, I ran the tips of my fingers across the small table, drawing his attention. “Hello.”

The alien studied me before nodding, beckoning for the bartender. Then he pointed to the chair, his eyes changing in color and appearance, a clear sign of his interest.

He was very interested in the six-foot female with the long blonde cornrows. After all, I was an unusual specimen and he had two cocks in need of servicing.

“What’s your name?” he finally asked, leaning closer.

“Kristina.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

“And yours?” I noticed the bartender approaching, a wary look on his face.

“Chezka.”

“Very sexy for a powerful man,” I purred.

The bartender slid the drinks on the table, walking away quickly.

I lifted my glass for a toast. Then we drank. There was no need for further words. We were both adults. I simply rose to my feet, holding out my hand. He had no issue, interlocking his fingers with mine, trailing behind me as I led him outside and around the side of the bar.

This wasn’t going to take long.

Within seconds, Chezka shoved me against the building, immediately cupping my breasts. His growl was barbaric, as if he wanted to devour me. As he leaned down until our lips almost touched, I slid an arm around his neck, running my fingers in his shoulder length hair. “You’re very handsome.”

“And you’re one sexy female.”

The second he crushed his mouth over mine, I retrieved the knife, flicking open the blade.

Then all hell broke loose.

Chezka was yanked away, the force tossing him on the ground and a hand wrapped around mine, squeezing until I cried out.

The mystery man slammed my arm against the building.

Once.

Twice.

Pain ripped through my arm and shoulder, weakening my hand and I lost control of the knife. I took several deep breaths, balling my other hand into a fist and slamming it against the hunk of a man. Another ripple of anguish jetted into my chest. He was solid, unyielding in any manner.

“That wasn’t very nice,” the man growled, the timbre reeking of dangerous intent. He towered over me, his hot breath skating along my naked skin. The blond from the bar. The asshole had followed me outside.

I hope you enjoyed. If you haven’t read the other two, this can be read as a stand alone BUT you will gain so much more.

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Ruthless Mafia Men, Sexy Roughnecks…

We all love alpha men. Don’t we? I’ll admit to you that I do love a bad boy with a heart of gold. I also love writing about all types. I can’t help myself. Why limit what books I write? What are you favorite types of heroes? I’d really love to know.

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CAUGHT

You don’t say no to a man like him.

If you’re forced to come to an arrangement with someone as dangerous as Jagger Calduchi, it means he’s about to take what he wants, and you’ll give it to him… even if it’s caught-bookbub-square-99-cent-priceyour body.

I got caught snooping where I didn’t belong, and Jagger made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A week with him where his rules are the only rules, or his bought and paid for cops take me to jail.

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And my latest is all about Roughnecks. You know, oil riggers. This one is set in the Gulf Coast, where rugged men and women often vie to be “top dog”. Well, Jack Stone is all things sexy and dangerous.

ROUGHNECK

He’s rough, he’s dirty, and he’s not going to be gentle.

When I took a job on an oil rig to escape my scheming stepfather’s efforts to set me up with one of his business cronies, I knew I’d be working with rugged men. What I didn’t expect is to find myself bent over a desk, my cheeks soaked with tears and my bare thighs wet for a very different reason, as my well-punished bottom is thoroughly used byroughneck_full a stern, infuriatingly sexy roughneck.

Even though I should have known better than to get sassy with a firm-handed cowboy, let alone a tough-as-nails former Marine, there’s no denying that learning the hard way was every bit as hot as it was shameful. But a sore, welted backside is just the start of his plans for me, and no matter how much I blush to admit it, I know I’m going to take everything he gives me and beg for more.

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What am I working on now? Well, I do love my firefighters and smokejumpers. What about Wildland Firefighters? Have any clue what they do? They are part of the Forestry Division, with full capabilities of making an arrest…  Imagine the possibilities.

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WILDLANDS

Hawk

“Go! Go! Go!”

The scream from the captain rang out over the rush of flames, the heat and acrid smoke blinding.

“Come on!” I called to no one in particular, jumping over the massive line of debris, racing toward the clearing. The fire had nearly gotten out of control, sweeping up the side of the mountain. Thank God, it had been contained, at least enough we’d veered the blue-hued flames away from the city.

Weather wasn’t our friend, the wind whipping in the wrong direction.

Crack!

The single sound escalated quickly, several of the burning trees twisting from the severe damage as well as the harsh wind. Blinking several times, I could just make out one of the crew up ahead, directly in the path of what I knew could be a catastrophe. Lumbering forward, I swung the ax, powering through the charred debris. “Get out of the way!”

The call was swiftly pulled into the roar, the fire all consuming.

And he hadn’t paid a damn bit of attention.

Adrenaline rushed into every cell and muscle in my body, catapulting me forward. I swung the metal blade down hard and fast, moving in a straight line in my effort to get to him. The firefighter was a sitting duck.

I heard another hard crack followed by booming sounds from off to the right. My advance was hindered by the amount of debris, every move labored, the swirling smoke creating tears in my eyes.

Go. Go. Go.

The mantra kept repeating in my mind, pushing me harder. Faster. I would save him. Just a few more steps. Just a few…

Boom!

Lunging forward, I caught the firefighter’s arm, yanking him to the left only mere seconds before the tree broke in half, crashing down on the terrain. Rolling, the momentum kept us going, everything happening in a blur. As we tumbled down a slope, somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind, I knew we were headed for the edge of a cliff with nothing to grab onto.

As if by the hand of God almighty, my legs became tangled in a series of rubble, stopping our progression in a quick jerk.

“Fuck!”

My call reverberated in the dense air and for the first time, I was able to see the blue sky.

“Jesus.” The deep baritone was followed by a series of brutal coughs as he disengaged, rolling over on his back. “What the hell was that?”

Cole Rivers had been a buddy of mine since joining the Wildland Firefighting team almost eighteen months before. He was also strong as an ox and never made these kinds of mistakes. We were all disoriented from the horrific series of fires that seemed to go on without any end in sight. At least we’d diverted a true catastrophe.

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You don’t say no to a man like him.

If you’re forced to come to an arrangement with someone as dangerous as Jagger Calduchi, it means he’s about to take what he wants, and you’ll give it to him… even if it’s caught_fullyour body.

I got caught snooping where I didn’t belong, and Jagger made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A week with him where his rules are the only rules, or his bought and paid for cops take me to jail.

He’s going to punish me, train me, and master me completely. When he’s used me so shamefully I blush just to think about it, maybe he’ll let me go home… or maybe he’ll decide to keep me.

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He’s rough, he’s dirty, and he’s not going to be gentle.

When I took a job on an oil rig to escape my scheming stepfather’s efforts to set me up with one of his business cronies, I knew I’d be working with rugged men. What I didn’t expect is to find myself bent over a desk, my cheeks soaked with tears and my bare thighs wet for a very different reason, as my well-punished bottom is thoroughly used by roughneck_fulla stern, infuriatingly sexy roughneck.

Even though I should have known better than to get sassy with a firm-handed cowboy, let alone a tough-as-nails former Marine, there’s no denying that learning the hard way was every bit as hot as it was shameful. But a sore, welted backside is just the start of his plans for me, and no matter how much I blush to admit it, I know I’m going to take everything he gives me and beg for more.

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When a Man is Dark, Dangerous and…Ruthless

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

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

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

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

RUTHLESS

Bloodshed. Death. Destruction.

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

Suffering.

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

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

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

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

And I was pissed.

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

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

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

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

But I had something else in mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one ever denied what I craved.

Certainly no one ever dared refute my command.

Not if they wanted to live.

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

Yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A full minute of tense silence followed.

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

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

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

But I just might be forced to make an exception.

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

My hackles were instantly raised.

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

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

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

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

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

Ever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wanted her begging for more.

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

SYNOPSIS

When he decided he wanted me, he took me.

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

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

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

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

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Piper

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Finding Retribution

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SUFFER

“Eh, Luigi, this is the best gravy you’ve made in decades.” When Montego Calduchi spoke, man with gun three
everyone listened and the entire room was leaning forward, as if the ordained crime boss was about to give an important speech.

Or issue a hit.

The man was powerful, considered one of the most dangerous men in America. He was without question a brutal monster, lording his reign over everyone. There wasn’t a single syndicate in the country who wouldn’t enjoying dethroning his empire, what would be my kingdom at some point.

Chicago.

Home of the White Sox and some of the sexiest women in the Mid-West.

Home of the most notorious crime family in the country.

My father had been head of the family for almost forty years, his acts of cruelty leaving a trail of blood for decades. No one defied him.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you so very much,” Luigi said, his raspy voice, altered by decades of heavy smoking, was no match for Montego’s deep baritone. He leaned over, obtaining the obligatory kiss on each cheek and a hug, my father slapping the frail man’s back with vigor.

The private suite door momentarily opened, I was given beautiful and sultry change in scenery. The long legged brunette had no doubt made a point to stand just outside the door, hoping for an opportunity to showcase her voluptuous body. I gave her a respectful nod, envisioning her naked body draped over my lap, my well-worn leather belt in my hand. The thought made my balls tighten and my cock press in the most uncomfortable manner against my Armani pants. Sadly, the sensuous vixen was like all the rest; hungry young women longing to obtain status as a Mafia mistress. The concept bored the fuck out of me.

“Me amigo,” Montego said as he pushed Luigi away, dismissing him from the room.

Already weary, I sat back, fingering the base of my wine glass, staring absently out the picture window and allowing the smoke from my Cuban cigar to billow in my father’s direction, one of many annoyances. A light rain continued to fall, creating a slight fog hovering over the busy street. This was my father’s favorite place to have lunch, a restaurant I’d often visited as a child. I only wished the location held the same found memory as did for my aging father.

Chuckling to myself, I took a sip of the expensive cabernet, longing to get the hell out of Chicago, even for a little while. Recent discussionswith my brother had left me with a nasty taste in my mouth even after the asshole had disappeared, ruining a decent business opportunity. There were seven of us positioned around a specially carved table, crafted from the finest and nearly extinct Brazilian woods.

All to my father’s likings and because of his demands.

The meeting had been mandatory, myself included. Seated were five top capos, the most vicious men in the syndicate. Bodyguards, the newest soldiers, remained on the outskirts of the room, keeping watch on the crowded street.

After giving me a dirty look, Montego’s eyes followed the chef, waiting until the aging man had left the room, closing the door behind him. Privacy was everything. “Prick.” He tossed his fork and yanked the napkin from the collar of his shirt. “Stupid man can’t make gravy to save his ass. He needs to get out of the business.”

My father certainly didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything.

Including his children.

Montego had already eaten the majority of his capellini, as always and we’d only been here fifteen minutes. The man truly disgusted me and the worst part? I’d ended up just like him. Hard edged, refusing to budge and my joy of slicing and dicing legendary. I was a man to be feared. I took another puff of my cigar, savoring the rich smoke. The box of Cubans had been a gift from one of the dozens of businesses my family protected. The expensive smokes had also been a thank you for allowing the greasy pig owner to live after being light on his payment.

There would be no more second chances.

“Then why are we still coming here, boss?” the soldier asked, his foot tapping on the floor from eagerness. “I could give you suggestions for some pretty good places.”

I held my tongue. The young soldier had just made his first blunder. He’d opened his mouth.

“Will you listen to that babbo?” Montego said, laughing as he glanced from one capo to another, expecting their agreement. His eyes landed on me last, the laughter turning sour given I was ignoring him. He called everyone in our organization an idiot, including his own sons. “The pussy boy thinks he has a brain inside that big head of his. Suggestions my ass.”

The men laughed, as they always did. Poor Antonio looked sheepish, regretting spewing the question. The kid shifted back and forth, trying his best to shrink into the woodwork.

“Can we get on with it?” I asked casually.

Montego’s smile instantly faded and he pounded his fist on the table. Complete silence swept across the room. “Fine. Let’s get to it.” Shifting back, he tapped his finger on the lip of his glass, his expression cold. “All this talk about New York taking over has put our organization in a precarious position. We have a rat in our family and we are going to find him. I won’t tolerate cock sucking pigeons. He needs to be put on ice.”

I blew out another puff of smoke, my lips allowing a floating ring to form. I’d heard rumblings in the organization, the same shit as months before. My concern was that not just the New York Syndicate was attempting to muscle in. There were others who saw our family as weak, especially given my brother had turned his back on the Calduchi name. However, Montego seemed to care less. He adored Jagger, the favorite son.

“Who the fuck is it?” Marco asked, his upper lip curled into a snarl.

“Yeah, boss. Any idea?” Daniel huffed, his fat face puffing out from anger.

I’d grown up with Marco, even considering him my best friend. Daniel, on the other hand, I didn’t trust for shit.

“That’s for you boys to find out and you’re going to do so within twenty-four hours or blood will rain in the streets,” Montego commanded then polished off his glass of burgundy before adjusting his tie.

Lunch was officially over.

The capo’s all nodded, and in my mind, three quarters of them were nothing but dancing bobblehead dolls. No brains but every one of them had damn good killer instincts.

“Stay, Gio. I need to discuss something with you,” Montego said without looking in my direction. Then he slowly turned his head and for a few seconds, I could see the strangest emotion in my father’s eyes.

Sadness.

I nodded, keeping my place but my gut told me things were about to change.

The second Montego pushed back from the table, the others rose out of respect. A split second before my periphery of vision was cut off, I noticed a glint and my instincts kicked in hard. I reached for my Glock, jumping over the table in an effort to yank my father away from the window. Mother fucker. “Get down!”

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

***

“You’re going to fuckin’ save him!”

Antonio’s voice? What the hell was going on? I tried to move or focus, but my arms and legs weren’t responding. I don’t…

“You need to back off, sir. There’s a waiting room just outside the corridor. Go there!”

Waiting room. A torrent of images flooded my mind. Blood. My father. I was so cold, so freaking cold. Help me. Where the fuck was I?

“Well, you better take care of him, doctor!” The deep voice was one I recognized. Why couldn’t I speak? Marco, I…

“You’re going to be fine, boss!”

Light flickered then blackness and…

“We’re losing him. Get him into surgery. Stat!”

Wheels in motion. Voices. Blood. The world passing by…

“Where the hell am I?” There was no light, other than an orange glow somewhere in the distance. My mind was foggy, cobwebs filtering through every thought. I shook my head, expecting blinding pain. There was nothing. No cold. No anguish. No emotion.

Nothing.

The world was slanted, askew like my vision. Survival. The word hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me with an urgent need to get the fuck out of this bleak place. Move. Move! My legs were sluggish, unresponsive. I slapped my hands on whatever surface was near me, struggling to move forward even a few inches. Jesus. What had happened? I would do this. What mother fucker had put me in this predicament?

With every inch of success, an overwhelming feeling of failure slithered into my system, filling me with dread and fear unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Figures and faceless shapes seemed to come from nowhere, shoving against me as they moved, more and more of them until claustrophobia strangled every breath. I clawed at my neck, confusion mixing together with the fog.

“I warned you, son. There’s still time to repent.”

The voice was so warm and loving. I turned sharply, unable to see who’d issued the words. “Who are you?” There was no immediate answer. Anger. Now, all I could feel was extreme anger. Blinding rage. “Where the fuck are you?” I pushed and shoved, trying to force my way through the crowd but the faceless group seemed to block my way.

“Redemption. Pray for redemption, my sweet and loving son.”

“Mother?” The fucking assholes wouldn’t get out of my way. I punched, catching one then two of them, knocking them to the ground. Shapeless monsters. There were more of them, hundreds if not thousands, all heading in my direction. “Mother?”

“Find a way,” she whispered.

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CAUGHT

You don’t say no to a man like him.

If you’re forced to come to an arrangement with someone as dangerous as Jagger Calduchi, it means he’s about to take what he wants, and you’ll give it to him… even if it’s your body.

I got caught snooping where I didn’t belong, and Jagger made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A week with him where his rules are the only rules, or his bought and paid for cops take me to jail.

He’s going to punish me, train me, and master me completely. When he’s used me so shamefully I blush just to think about it, maybe he’ll let me go home… or maybe he’ll decide to keep me.

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“Take her. Now! She will be punished severely.” The commanding voice was husky, laced with the kind of sensuality that would leave any woman panting with desire – human or otherwise.

alien oneI wasn’t one of them.

“Yes, captain.” The second voice was just as dark, a sneer remaining on his face as he looked me directly in the eyes.

The five creatures standing in front of a wayward group of humans were massive in size, their violet hued muscular bodies and piercing tangerine eyes demanding surrender. They were spectacular in every manner, their bodies chiseled from fine marble, skin glistening in the late morning sun as if flecked with sprinkles of gold. Their leader was regal, standing at well over six and a half feet tall, his long dark hair accentuating his voluptuous lips. Even the deep baritone of his husky and sensuous voice could be considered paralyzing for several reasons.

They were from the Cenzan race, a species that had touted their friendshipfrom the second they’d appeared, but I’d never been stupid enough to buy their crap.

They’d arrived on Earth almost two years before with little fanfare, crowding our airspace and attempting to become our friends. I’d seen their arrival, my face glued to the telescans like so many others in the surviving countries. There’s been so much trepidation then eagerness, like puppies longing for a new master. So many humans had bought their bullshit, falling for their handsome, rugged features and seductive manners.

The aliens.

Predators.

The bastards who’d killed my father.

Fuck them.

I took a decided step backward, defying the leader’s command, sneering at him in my usual defiant manner. “Stay away from me, you beasts. Fuck you!”

“You will not talk to the captain that way or you will be killed!” The Cenzan’s angry voice was more like a snarl.

Captain, huh? Who the hell cared?

“Oh, no.”

“Be quiet, Lexi.”

“Don’t anger them.”

I rolled my eyes hearing the various whispers – human whispers.

The other members of my hidden city stood huddled in fear, their breathing scattered as they attempted not to draw any attention to themselves. I’d done that for all of us. They’d hunted us like wild animals, breaking through our defense systems easily.

The great captain took a giant stride forward, his penetrating eyes concentrating on only me. I refused to blink.

I’d learned to hate the alien creatures. In my mind they were ruthless barbarians who had no care or understanding of human life. We were nothing to them but flesh and bone, men forced to work like imprisoned dogs, providing them nourishment. Sadly, the fate of fertile female humans was much worse. What little news traveled the airwaves told of horrific deeds, women abducted against their will. I’d followed the news since their arrival, making note of everything I’d heard. So much was confirmed by my father, a true hater of their kind. Then he was gone, taken from my mother and I in a flash.

The Cenzans believed they could rule our kind, stripping away what was left of our humanity. That would never happen as long as I was alive.

I was a fighter, a highly acclaimed astro-physicist, as well as a daughter of two highly trained scientists. I was also considered important to the lives of those living in Virginia City. Perhaps I’d turned into a dreamer, longing for what I’d been taught as a child, a kinder, gentler Earth.

That was no more.

The Cenzans were preparing to take over.

An earlier war had destroyed much of our lands, killing millions of people. We’d fought for our basic survival, only to be conquered by the most savage creatures in the entire solar system. My skin crawled just thinking about them. And here they were, attempting to punish me for protecting my people.

The leader gazed up and down the length of my trembling body, the look raw and visceral.

I was shaken, much more so than I wanted to let on and lifted my weapon. “Stay away from all of us or I willkill you.”

The leader took two giant strides, slapping away the weapon with ease, his hand snapping around my arm as he scanned the crowd. “This is what happens to those who do not obey us.”

As I struggled to get out of his powerful hold, he unfastened his belt, yanking the leather strap from the loops. I was stunned, unable to get away, fear crowding out any concept of breathing. “Let me go!” I finally screeched, longing for anyone in the city to stop him.

But they didn’t.

There was no way of knowing just how many monsters there were surrounding us and what they intended on doing. The boom only minutes before had been earthshattering, followed by flashes of searing white light, eradicating several of our specialized scientific equipment. Chaos had ensued, members of the city racing for cover. I’d had seconds to grab my gun, racing toward the entrance, the first to encounter the Cenzans entering our secured space.

“Get off me, you bastards!”

Issuing a series of guttural and very dark sounds, the leader wasted no time in doling out punishment, ignoring my defiance.

As the leather strap came down against my backside, I sucked in my breath, refusing to give the monster the satisfaction of hearing my cry. I was mortified, rage encompassing every inch of me. How in the hell had they broken through our cloaking device? Our heat sensors were blocked off, cooled to the point only a few instruments of any kind would be able to detect our presence.

He brought the strap down again. And again. The strikes were hard, the force jerking my body forward. The pain didn’t register at first but when it did, awakening every nerve ending, tears formed in my eyes. The moment was shocking, driving me to a heightened level of absolute shame. How could any creature do this for simply questioning what the hell they were doing?

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TAMING HIS BRAT

The music seemed to stop, creating a vacuum as she turned to study the cowboy. The voice was so similar to Rex’s, a deep baritone, but there were no shivers, no wetness. He black and white cowboy twojust wasn’t the one. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m a little tired.”

“Well, if you rest up, little lady, come find me.”

Giving him a polite nod, she quickened her step, happy to see she was the second person in line. The wine in her hand, she headed for the bank of trees and picnic tables, far removed from the crowd. She leaned against a large oak tree, still tapping her foot in time to the music. The moon was almost full, creating a light show with the stars. She’d forgotten how beautiful Texas could be, especially at night. “I wish I may, I wish I might…” She allowed the words to die off.

“Wish upon a star tonight.”

Shards of electricity sheared along the backs of her legs, pulsing into her pussy, forcing her nipples to harden. She swallowed when he flanked her side, gazing up at the sky, his face pensive. The awkwardness was palpable. “What did you wish for?”

“Same thing I always do.” Rex kicked his heel into the grass.

“Mmm…”

“What about you?” he asked, darting a look over his shoulder.

“I don’t have a wish.”

“Everyone has a wish, even though we can’t be certain it’ll come true.”

She studied his long neck and strong shoulders, the short cropped blond hair, long legs that were to die for, and the most tantalizing lips she’d ever seen. “Why didn’t you call me?” Perfect conversation.

“When?”

“After the night in school.” Cooper whispered the words.

He seemed taken aback, turning to face her. “You remember that night.”

“I’ve never forgotten anything about that night. Everything was magical, special. Then you didn’t call and left town. I thought I’d done something wrong. Then I hated you, figuring you were just one of those guys.”

Rex lowered his head, brushing one hand through his hair. “Cooper, I loved the night we shared. Truth is, I wanted more.” He seemed to hesitate.

“Okay.” She had no idea what to say. “Then you should have called me. You should have said anything to me. Anything to help me understand.”

“You’re right. I was an asshole,” he whispered as he gazed up at the sky, shaking his head. “You have no idea how much I wanted to see you again, but I didn’t want to start anything because I knew it would have to end.”

“Why? I don’t understand.”

“You don’t know?”

“Know?” she repeated, inching closer. What was she supposed to have known?

He scrunched his face. “Where I’ve been.”

“No. I just got back into town myself. I didn’t talk to anyone and came back only twice for Christmas. I just wanted to get away, you know?” She took a sip of her wine, hiding behind the glass. Another song started, and she tipped her head, smiling as she looked in the direction of the band. “Do you remember this song?”

“Not easy to forget. Rascal Flatts—‘I Won’t Let Go.’” When he said the words, he inched closer.

“That was my dream and with you. I realize we were just kids, but everything was magical,” she said then exhaled, swaying her hips back and forth.

“Yeah. I’ve thought about us more than a few times.”

His voice sounded so haunted, full of pain. “Where did you go, Rex?” she dared to ask.

“The reason I didn’t call you was because I’d signed up for the Marines.”

Narrowing her eyes, she had no idea what to say. “I honestly had no idea. You enlisted?”

“Yep. I wanted to get away from my father and the ranch. I wasn’t that good in school, so I had limited choices for college. Seemed like the right decision to make. Fight for the rights of people, ensure the safety of my beloved country. Our country.”

“Then you’re a hero.” As soon as she said the words, his expression changed, becoming darker and even in the moonlight, she could see the mist in his eyes. “No matter what happened during your time, serving alone makes you a hero. Never forget that.”

He looked away, a deep breath escaping his lips.

“I wasn’t teasing. I wouldn’t tease about something like that. I just… Well, I just wanted you to know.” Cooper felt like the same young girl who’d thought she was in love with him.

Rex smiled and nodded, closing the distance and taking the wine from her hand. Every move deliberate, he eased the plastic glass onto the table and took both her hands into his. “How about a dance?”

She wasn’t certain why tears formed, threatening to reveal her sappy inner self. Perhaps because of her thoughts and wishes regarding the past or because of the sadness in his eyes, but she dug her nails into his hands, shaking. “I don’t do this very well.”

“Neither do I.” As the song continued, the sultry lilting sounds floating in their direction, he took the lead, keeping their bodies moving in time to the beat.

Relaxing, she gave him a shy smile and glanced down at her feet. There were so many words she wanted to say, thoughts about the past, but there was no reason. Six years had passed and they’d both changed. Maybe too much. “I would have given you my virginity that night.”

His eyes opening wide, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against her forehead. “And I would have been honored.” He eased one hand around her waist, pulling her close.

Cooper stiffened at first then as the tension passed, she eased her head against his carved chest, drinking in the strong scent of musk and testosterone. Just being in his arms created a wave of heat between her legs, yet she had no idea what to say or how to think. The slick wetness soaked into her already damp panties and with every shift, her erect nipples became a distinct reminder of her complicated yearning.

He pulled her even closer, his hips swaying, his footsteps leading them in a wide arc.

The feel of his groin against her stomach stole her breath, the way he throbbed, his hardness allowing her to know his feelings, his longing. Closing her eyes, she fell into the moment, clutching his shirt, her legs quivering. When he leaned in, holding her even tighter, the entire world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them. Her breath skipped, electricity searing every nerve ending. Everything about this was a sinful temptation or maybe a reminder of exactly what she couldn’t have.

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Piper

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Enemies to Lovers?

I don’t think there’s anything better than the concept. What if your enemy is also the enemy of the state? What if he’s the son of a mafia Don, hell bent on destroying everything you’ve worked for. And what if…you’re forced to make a deal with your complete submission? Just a taste of Surrendering to the Enemy. Releasing soon.

EXCERPT

Bloodshed. Death. Destruction.

This was my family’s legacy and nothing I want to have anything to do with. Try telling that to my father, the patriarch; formidable and considered one of the most dangerous his controlmen in America. I used to adore him when I was a kid, following him around as if he were a Rockstar, my hero. Then I found out the truth.

He’s nothing but a monster, although his age and unscrupulous ways have taken a toll on his Kingdom as well as his family. And I’m his son, well one of two. My brother, Giovanni is several years older, a catch to the ladies, the next in line for the Chicago throne. And I could care less.

Montego Calduchi is the preordained crime boss of Chicago, his ruthless and brutal activities considered legendary, even among the other crime syndicate families. He rules with an iron fist, preferring to cut a man down versus hear any excuse.

There are dozens if not hundreds of people who would stop at nothing to butcher my father and if you grilled me I’d have to say, I might be on that list. The trouble with power is that everyone else wants a piece of it. Given the New York crime syndicate was muscling in, the Chicago boys had determined that their brand of viciousness meant they should be top dog. There was also concern about the various wanna be’s from Jersey to Philadelphia, so I’d say my father’s days are numbered.

Good riddance.

And me? Well, I’d guess my days are numbered too, if my brother has anything to say about it. I rubbed my eyes, snickering at my lapse of judgment. I should have taken my college education and slipped out of the country when I’d had the chance. Sadly, the perks of the ‘industry’, if you can call racketeering and extorsion any kind of profession, were far too much of a draw. Within months, I was following in my father’s footsteps until I’d had enough. So, here I am. Considered the bad boy of the Calduchi family.

Only I don’t call him my father any longer, at least not to his face. I lost that kind of respect during the last pseudo war occurring on the Chicago streets.

I’m used to having all the perks of a rich man. You know what I’m talking about: fast cars, even faster boats, and the kind of women who can make a cock hard in a single glance. I’ve had three hot babes hanging on my arms for various black-tie events, the envy of every red-blooded male. Slinky red dresses with slits just below their perfectly coiffed cunts. Cleavage low enough that almost any movement created gasps from other more conservative guests. And every one of the ladies with bodies to kill. You know the drill. Every man’s fantasy. All for the sake of a thrill.

Yeah, pretty damn hot. The issue? I’m always bored as fuck. Nothing ever changes. Maybe the lack of conversation or intelligence in my particular choices had finally taken a toll. I wanted more out of life. Great. Now, I sounded like all the rest of the dumb assholes I’d graduated with. Some were perfect students, trying their best to make a difference in this jaded world. Then there were my friends, the kind of boys you warned your little girls about. We went to Princeton. The finest education money and threats could buy. What fine upstanding gentlemen. I couldn’t help but chortle at the thought. We’d taken debauchery to an entirely ridiculous level, but none of us had any fear of retribution, or concern about finances either.

That was because no one dared touch us for fear of retaliation. One phone call from our respective fathers and the local morgue would have filled to capacity.

And not a single person would have opened their mouth.

So, we were nothing but bastards, savoring the spoils of our positions. Only six years later and my old college buddies were living exactly the lifestyle we’d sworn we’d never succumb to. Three were married with kids and the other two were well on their way. I was the last remaining hope for remaining unattached.

I pushed the latest financials across my desk and leaned back in the chair, swiveling from side to side. Bishop Enterprises was doing well, despite the difficulty acquiring other companies and the tough economy. In two short years since my takeover, I’ve been labeled a success. I’m also feared among my peers, my presence at any business meeting or local event tolerated at best.

This was my attempt at being an upstanding citizen, much to my father’s chagrin. Having a legit portion of the Calduchi enterprise looked good on paper, but slowly over time, reality had set in. I was far too much like my father, accepting the old ways – enforcement. My head ached from the thought, let alone living what I considered a lie. Hell. I wasn’t entirely certain who I was any longer. One thing was for certain. I’d become a dangerous man even if only using a pen.

At least the majority of the time.

I had another soiree to attend tonight and at minimum I needed to make an appearance. The tone would be established the moment I set foot in the ballroom. There would be Hell to pay. I had no choice at this point. Time was of the essence, final deals required. If not, Bishop would lose standing in the ruthless world of real estate takeovers. A female companion was required in order to keep any concept of peace. I closed and rubbed my eyes, furious that I’d accepted the invitation. A damn real estate party for the bigwigs in the developer industry.

And I was one of them.

Granted, I had business to conduct, two companies that needed reinforcement in the pressure to sell. Neither had budged even though fairly rough tactics had been used in order to influence their decision. Nope. I wasn’t proud, but I didn’t have enough muscle behind me to go up against my father. Plus, I had a quota to fill and their pristine ethics meant absolutely zero to me. By the end of the night, they would sign on the dotted line or the illustrious party would turn into a bloodbath. What few soldiers that had been directed to follow my lead were chomping at the bit.

A light rapping on the closed door drew my attention and not in a good way. I’d given strict instructions not to be bothered. “Yes?” Watching as the door opened little more than a crack reminded me that I was a business owner with employees who needed occasional direction. “Come in, Molly.”

She was freckle faced and perky on normal days, her strawberry blonde hair and dancing hazel eyes always giving me a smile. Today, she seemed pensive, as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Or that she was terrified.

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CONQUERING THEIR MATE

They’re not just going to conquer me, use me, and enjoy me. They’re going to breed me.

For years the Cenzans have cast a menacing eye on Earth, but it still came as a shock to be captured, stripped bare, and claimed as a mate by their leader and his most trusted warriors.

It infuriates me to be punished for the slightest defiance and forced to submit to these alien brutes, but as I’m led naked through the corridors of their ship, my well-punished bare bottom and my helpless arousal both fully on display, I cannot help wondering how long it will be until I’m kneeling at the feet of my mates and begging them take me as shamefully as they please.

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CORRUPT DESIRES

SYNOPSIS

Phee knows that girls like her don’t get the fairytale…

Falling for a man like Bryant Holbrook is just begging for heartbreak. Rich boys don’t look twice at waitresses from the fog, at least not until now. One smart-mouthed taunt and his turquoise eyes are all over her. That cocky, bad boy grin tempting her with the jennifer CorruptDesiresEbookimpossible.

It should have stayed a one-night stand.

Now, it’s too late.

Phee is pulled into a world of danger and corruption where Bryant must put everything at risk to keep her safe, or risk losing her to keep his father’s dream alive.

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EXCERPT

“Beg me again, Phee.”

“Bryant…” Phee groaned, panting against the bedding, bent over his lap as he teased her mercilessly. His fingers curling down to brush against that bundle of nerves inside as his thumb pressed rhythmically over her clit. Continuing until she was gritting her teeth to hold back the flood of pleas that threatened to escape.

“Either beg me for what you want, or I’ll tie you up and make sure you don’t come all night.” Bryant’s threat made Phee’s mouth drop open, but before she could come up with something smart ass to say he slid a third finger inside her, pumping them in a vicious tease that had her shivering towards the edge of a glorious orgasm.

“Oh God… Bryant!” Phee bucked against his grip, but he refused to let her move, and so she finally gave in. Let go and let the tug of Bryant Holbrook’s whirlpool drag her down. “Please, Bryant, please fuck me, because I’m going to lose it if you don’t. Please, please—”

Bryant pushed her off his lap and onto her back, and then he was on top of her, his knees moving her thighs apart as she arched up against his chest. “You beg so well, Phee,” he purred, hips dropping between hers, and she was infuriated by the fabric separating them as he ground himself against her.

“Bryant! Please!” Phee reached down and tugged at the waist of his boxers, and he laughed against her skin as he kissed up her neck.

“So, you’re saying you want me?” Bryant grinned at her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Yes! I want you, please, Bryant,” Phee begged, the whine in her voice obvious as she rolled her hips to try and get more contact, to try and get him to give in. Damn his self-control.

“All you had to do was ask.” He kissed her hard, biting her lip and devouring her mouth in a delirious rush that finally gave her a hint that he felt the same way she did. Lifting her hips, she moaned against his lips, desperate to feel him inside her. Breaking the kiss with a groan, he twisted to grab a condom from the bedside table and she immediately reached for his boxers. Bryant went still, grinning down at her. “Did I say you could move your hands, Phee?”

Whining, she returned them above her head, and it was torture to watch as he slid two fingers into his mouth. Tasting her like he had all the time in the world as the condom hung in his other hand and his cock stayed trapped behind dark cloth. Lifting her hips into the air, she was reassured by the way Bryant’s gaze burned down her body to focus between her legs. “Please, Bryant. Please…

“You taste so good.” That cocky smile tilted his lips and he gripped himself through his boxers, stroking as he lifted the foil of the condom to his mouth and tore the edge. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, I will, I swear!” All pride out the window, she clenched the bedding in her fingers so she wouldn’t move.

“Next time I’m going to tie you up just so I can watch you writhe like this.” It was a promise she hoped he’d keep, but then none of it mattered because he was pushing his boxers down. He was long, thick, and she wanted to taste him, but didn’t dare move and tempt him to drag this out any further. He rolled the condom on slowly as he leaned over her. “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded and she did.

“Bryant,” she whispered, and then he was kissing her. One of his hands enveloped her wrists, tightening to hold them in place as she moaned against his lips, his cock brushing against her in a tortuous tease. She lifted her hips, pleading in broken murmurs, before he finallythrust inside her.

It was like hitting the ocean floor, the whirlpool an endless height above her, and she arched hard off the bed. He growled his own pleasure, hand tightening the grip on her wrists as he started to move. Each thrust pushing her closer to that tenuous edge of sharp pleasure, and an endless stream of pleas slipped from her lips as he moved his mouth to her neck and trailed kisses down to her shoulder. “That’s right, beg me for it…”

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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A Sizzling Taste of…Inferno

I thought I’d give you a taste of the last in the Missoula Smokejumper series. Inferno will bring various stories together and of course, all my HOT men will be involved and the ladies they were determined to love. This is so bittersweet for me. I never knew as an author that you do get involved in the lives of the characters. Highlighting the beautiful city of Missoula has also been a joy. I hope you’ve laughed and cried along with me. I think I cried four times writing this particular story. That might tell you something!

Happy reading…

INFERNO – ANTONIO’S STORY (unedited)

“Tell me your kinkiest fantasy.” Her tone was soft, velvety, the kind of voice a man could listen to for days.

Antonio Giovanni almost knocked over his beer. His entire body was tingling, wild desire Infernobursting at the seams. And all from a single line. Willa had a look about her, ruby stained lips and long legs a man could lose track of time just admiring. “You mean whips and chain?”

“Mmm…” Willa dragged her tongue all the way around her glass, a husky purr coming from her throat. “Whips. Chains. Bondage. Beatings.”

Why did he have a feeling this girl was teasing him? Leaning over, he whispered in her ear. “To have absolute domination over a woman for an entire weekend, nothing held back. Binding her wrists and ankles, keeping her chained to do my bidding any. Time. I. Desire. Perfect.”

Closing her eyes, she shuddered and took a sip of her drink. “I like a rough and tumble man.”

Chuckling, he sat back, studying her chiseled face and porcelain skin. She was far too gorgeous to frequent a dive bar like this one. “Any other questions for me? You know, to see if I pass the test?”

“Let me think. What are you looking for?”

He studied her face in the dim light of the bar. “In life?”

“In everything.” She laughed and eased her hand over her mouth, her eyes twinkling. “I know, far too philosophical for a bar conversation. Right?”

Shrugging, he thought about her question. He’d met her maybe thirty minutes before. Two people in a rundown hole in the wall seeking solace and a hard drink. Willa seemed like a nice girl, far too much so to be sitting all alone. There were three other customers, scruffy and intoxicated, an indication of the kind of place. “Peace.”

“Said like a tortured man.” Willa swirled the swizzle stick in her drink.

“I’ve never thought of myself that way, but you might be right.” He was far too attracted.

Sitting back, she allowed her gaze to travel up and down, studying him from head to toe. “Tony. I can tell you’re more than what you appear to be. You’re not a paper pusher, not by a long shot. If I had to guess what you did, I’d say a policeman or maybe a rancher.”

Forced to resist laughing, he shook his head. “Not even close, except for the paper pushing part. I don’t think I could sit behind a desk all day. If I had to guess, I’d say you were an attorney.” He hadn’t been creative when using a fake name and wasn’t entirely certain he knew why he had, except for he didn’t need any complications in his life. He wasn’t looking for romance or a girl friend of any type. He’d traveled out of Missoula to spend the weekend alone, to think about what the fuck he was doing with his life.

He had a feeling he was being passed up for promotion and he’d spent the better part of a solid month enraged, almost getting his ass suspended from the smokejumping team. The last thing he needed to do was lose his job, one he loved more than anything in his life. Hell, jumping was the only thing he had in his life that was worthwhile. So, the trip had been on the fly, driving until he found a bar close to a hotel. To be very much alone, wallowing in a bottle.

Then she walked into the dingy bar.

Her smile widening, she re-crossed her leg. “I’ll take that as a compliment, but hell no. I couldn’t stand to be in a courtroom either defending or prosecuting lowlifes. That would piss me off royally.”

Damn it. He liked this girl. From her short fiery red hair to her provocative dress, she was the perfect objection to getting a good night’s sleep. “I know at least one attorney who might fight you on that one.”

“I’ve never met any attorneys I could call anything but slimy.”

“Ouch. Sounds like you’ve had some horrible experiences.” Antonio found himself leaning in, catching every word, concentrating on what she said in return. This wasn’t like him.

“Let’s just say I’ve had certain family issues over the years forcing me to seek answers. I didn’t like what I heard so I’m moving on my way.”

“Is that why you’re here?”

She gave him a wry look. “In a way. Just some time to myself, which rarely happens.”

He lifted his drink. “To finding out shit out here in the middle of nowhere.”

Willa winked as she lifted her glass, touching her rim to his beer bottle. “I can drink to that.” After taking a swallow, she closed her eyes, making murmuring sounds.

Fuck, if his cock wasn’t aching, thumping hard against his way to tight jeans.

“What kind of women do you like?” she asked then rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t that sound like a come on?”

They both laughed, and he wasn’t even certain what to tell her. “Truth is. I hope it’s a come on. I love intelligent women with attitude, yet women who prefer a man to be in firemen-sexy-2015,jpgcharge.” Oh yeah, he was risking the woman slapping him across the face and storming out of the bar.

“You mean in the bedroom?” She had a sly expression on her face.

He had to swallow twice before he could answer. Here goes nothing. “In the bedroom and in the relationship. Might sound old fashioned and I guess it is, but I think having one person in charge, and in my case the man as the head of household, is the glue for any relationship. Equality leads to more arguments.”

“So, the man decides the rules and what the little woman can do?” Willa asked quietly.

“Well, yes, with agreement from his little woman,” he said as he grinned, feeling the heat of embarrassment riding up from his neck. Had he ever admitted this to another woman? Even with Lila, he hadn’t formed any rational thoughts in any form. In fact, they argued the majority of the time. Then Lila had been over eight years ago.

“Hmmm… That’s very interesting.” She remained unblinking but seemed a thousand miles away.

Great, you Neanderthal. He shook his head and took another gulp of beer. That was one way to end a great conversation.

“A woman can feel protected as well as loved, secure in her environment. Pressure is taken off, allowing for a happier relationship. I bet the sex is damn hot as well.” Her tone of voice had changed, full of teasing.

Leaning over, he lowered his voice so only she could hear. “Sex is hot. As. Shit.”

Willa licked her lips in response.

Antonio was in absolute agony, ready to rip off his jeans as well as the sexy little dress she was wearing. He tried everything to squash his libido.

“Fascinating. I’ve never met a man who was so open and honest. Most men act like they want women to be equals.” Willa scooted closer.

Just enough he inhaled her perfume, the exotic scent filling his nostrils and driving him to the point of madness. His cock was begging for relief. Even using the term ‘relationship’ surprised the heck out of him. “I prefer to be completely honest.”

“That’s wonderful because honestly builds trust and that is something I must have. To break trust even once is the worst sin and unforgiveable.”

Antonio heard conviction behind her words.

She darted a look over her shoulder, as if making certain no one could hear their conversation. “Let me recap. A man in this case, being in charge means making rules, requiring the little woman to abide and obey or risk facing the consequences? She no doubt has an allowance, limits on credit cards, friends she can see. That kind of thing.” She had a gleam in her eyes.

“Honestly? Yes, although I don’t care about friends.” All the chats he’d been a part of with the other jumpers on the team, their time spent in what they called the Burnout club had been one sided for him. He hadn’t participated or had much to offer. What did he know about disciplining a woman? But he craved just that.

She eased her hand down the length of her neck, the tips of her fingers moving back and forth in a slow and easy rhythm. “Truly fascinating.”

“And your thoughts?” Antonio was mesmerized by her dazzling blue eyes, her high cheekbones and the beautiful cleft between her voluptuous breasts. He tried to force himself to look away, but she was far too captivating, igniting a fire from deep within.

Hesitating, she leaned further over, until her face was within only a few inches from his. When she spoke, her tone had changed yet again, becoming huskier, sexy in an unassuming way. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but I agree. I think all women deserve and require a hard spanking from time to time.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now, his damn dick was pinched to the point he was going to have to find some sort of relief soon. “I think I’ve waited my entire life to hear a woman say that.”

His reward was her hand floating across his knee.

“Your turn. What do you like in a man?” The third drink had gone down way too easily, perhaps for both of them.

“That’s easy. Dark and brooding with a penchant for danger. Dominating with a heart of gold. Unwilling to take my crap for any period of time.” She giggled again, tossing back her head as she swirled back and forth on the barstool.

“I take it you’re a very bad little girl.”

“Very much so. Wicked in fact.”

“Then you do need a hard spanking.” He touched his belt on purchase, watching her reaction.

A slight moan escaped her lips as she nodded. “Yes. God, yes.”

Antonio’s heart was racing, electricity skyrocketing throughout every cell in his body. Taking a chance, he reached out, sliding his index finger down her cheek to her mouth. When she purred, he held his breath and traced a series of circles around her mouth. He could just make out her nipples pushing hard against her blouse, could see a hint of her lacy bra given one of the buttons had come undone.

Pursing her lips, she darted out her tongue, dragging the tip down his finger.

“Jesus,” he whispered and slid his hand around her neck, tightening his grip just enough as he pulled her further forward. “I can give you exactly what you crave, what you need.”

She continued licking his finger, moving her tongue up and down in a lazy fashion. Grasping his hand, she held his arm in place as she pulled his finger into her wet mouth, sucking in an exaggerated fashion.

“Would you like me to give you a spanking right here. Right now?” He kept his grip firm, his fingers digging into the flesh of her neck.

Willa eased his finger out of her mouth. “Yes, please.”

Hunger unlike any he’d known for years roared, sliding into every tense muscle. Tugging her off the stool, he crushed his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue inside, tasting her sweet essence.

Clinging to him, she moaned into the kiss as their tongues entwined.

The moment became intense with passion, his actions becoming more manic, even rough as he shifted to his feet, pulling her close to the heat of his body. He pushed his groin against her stomach, grinding as he sucked on her tongue. Everything about this felt so right, amazing to the point he was overheated, beads of sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

Willa eased the flats of her hands up and down his back, her fingers kneading. She arched her back as he held her, rising onto her tiptoes.

Breaking the kiss, he nipped her lower lip before sliding his mouth down to her chin and across her jawbone. He took a step back, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him as he walked toward the shadowed hallway leading to the bathrooms. The bartender followed with his eyes, snorting before tipping his head to stare at the television screen behind the bar.

There was no one to stop them or care what they were doing.

I hope you’ve enjoyed and happy Saturday!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Writing is such a joy and I’m thrilled to be able to do this everyday. When I started the Missoula Smokejumpers series, which had been on my mind for years, I wanted to bring readers the truth and reality behind what they do. They work in dangerous situations, fighting fires with their training and brawn – but no water. They often burn trees and underbrush to eradicate fuel for an ongoing fire. They use axes and chainsaws, dig trenches and do everything to change the direction of a fire. Sadly, think about the horrific fires in California recently. You can bet there were several teams on hand, along with hundreds of firefighters.

Burn is the second book in the series. While all four books, the two prequels and the Christmas story (three more planned in the series) can be read as a stand alone, as readers/reviewers have pointed out, you’re missing so much if you don’t read them all. burn_sj2_cover_bigWhy? Because it entails the lives of seven smokejumpers and the women they love – as well as discipline. They live to the extreme as true alpha men, but have hearts of gold and would die for their team, their friends and family and even the amazing town of Missoula.

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BURN – Landen’s Story

9/11. Too many memories. A burning pain.

Scarred body and soul. Damaged beyond comprehension.

Fighting fires to save lives, unable to combat the devil inside, but I need more. More…

I need her. She’s my salvation and I will have her. No compromises.

Danger. Domination. Destruction.

The Jackals

An elite core of smokejumpers nestled in the heard of Missoula, Montana.

By day they indulge in their penchant for danger.

By night they exude passion.

Are you ready for their brand of domination?

Prevent. Protect. Preserve. This is their motto.

IGNITE – Stoker’s Story

Danger. It’s all I’ve ever known. All I’ve ever wanted.


Fighting fires soothes the raging beast that war created.

Allowing me to live

The rest? Maybe she can understand my hunger. For her. Dominating her. Owning her.

Maybe…

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