The moment Jack sees her curvy figure and blonde hair, he knows he wants her. Everyone has a price, he just needs to find out what hers is.
Rachel is completely broke and been out of a job for a long time. She’s nearly homeless when Jack propositions her. Being one of the richest men in the world, he’s used to snapping his fingers and getting what he wants—Rachel knows what he wants. He wants sex, and all kinds of dirty things. How can she deny him? She’s broke. Being whatever Jack wants is the only option.
Jack wants everything. Her company, her body, her heart, her soul, but first, he’ll settle for her stripping for him. He loves watching a woman undress and all he wants is to see Rachel’s lush body revealed to him. But what happens when Jack makes it clear he wants more than just a stripper and a fuck? He wants forever—Rachel as his wife, and to put his baby inside her.
From stripping to sex, can it end in love?
There was no way Rachel could deny that he knew how to kiss. Jack completely consumed her, making it impossible to think or want anything else. Slowly, he pulled away and she opened her eyes, only then realizing that she’d closed them.
“Does that answer any questions?” he asked.
She frowned. Right now, her brain wouldn’t work. “Questions?”
He ran a thumb across her lip. “I think it answers mine. Tell me, Rachel, are you wet?”
Heat filled her cheeks. She’d never been with a man so blatant. When she made to hide her face, he captured her chin and shook his head.
“Never hide from me.”
“I don’t like what you’re asking me.”
“Becoming mine, you’ll have to get used to it. I don’t allow anyone that belongs to me to hide. Not you, not anyone.”
She bit her lip, and he groaned. “Yes, I’m wet.”
“Good. Now imagine what it would be like to have my cock sliding inside your pussy, desperate for more. I’ll make it so you forget everything else, and everyone else.”
“What you want is your own personal toy.”
“The thing is, Rachel, I could have any woman out there. Click my fingers and they’ll come panting for more. I don’t want anyone else. I won’t have anyone else. I’ll be yours, and you’ll be mine.” He leaned in close, kissing her neck. “I can give you the world.”
She closed her eyes, thinking about that empty apartment with the mattress. The fact her landlord hated her and wanted to kick her out. All it would take was him to get off his lazy ass to get her stuff out, not that she had all that much.
Tonight was the first good meal she’d had in a week. She’d been eating ramen noodles and anything that was cheap.
After so long without any work, people didn’t want to hire her now. She’d gone from one bit of bad luck to another.
She was tired.
She didn’t want to starve or end up on the streets. This was her biggest lifeline.
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Kayla Romanowski is having trouble adjusting to life as a dancer in Scotty’s Place, the posh strip club that the Demons on Wheels MC owns and operates. She hadn’t really expected to be assigned domestic duties, even though it was a clear expectation when she was hired As a result, her days involve resentment and dubious glances from the other women.
All that changes when she finally allows Mastema, the club’s Secretary, into her bed. Kayla is gun shy from her past experience at other clubs, but there’s something about Mastema she finds irresistible and trustworthy. He also helps her put everything in perspective, including her extra duties and their importance to the running of the club.
As she and Mastema grow closer, she opens up about her life, and discovers he’s harboring a secret of his own. Can they let go of their pasts and embrace their future together?
“You want me to tie you up, we’ll use something else.” Mastema released her, and Kayla’s heart pounded as excitement coursed through her. He glanced around, finally dropping his gaze to her breasts.
“This will do.” She gasped as he pulled off her tank top. She hadn’t bothered with a bra today. The sexy grin that spread over his face as he eyed her boobs sent a gush of wetness to her pussy.
What a rollercoaster ride of emotions this day had been! But she was exactly where she wanted to be right now. With Mastema, his muscles, those incredible blue eyes, and the cock inside his pants that was surely hard as a rock. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her once more.
He grasped her breasts and teased them with his teeth and tongue. “You want to be tied up again? You want me to fuck you while you can’t get away from me?”
Kayla moaned loudly as fresh arousal assaulted her senses at those words. “Yes!”
Gasping again as he picked her up, she tried to keep breathing when he carried her toward the pole in the corner.
“I hope you’re not making that sound because you’re about to tell me again you can’t believe I carried you someplace.” He placed her on her feet, facing the pole. “Bend over.”
She had gasped for that reason, but not because of her body image. “No. It’s because you’re very strong and I find that incredibly sexy.”
“I find your body incredibly sexy.” He tied her tank top around her wrists. “Keep your hands on the pole so you don’t slide, and bend over a bit more.”
Once she did as he asked, he pulled down her shorts and helped her step out of them. She moaned again as he molded his body against hers. Even though he was still dressed, it was so damn arousing. And, she could easily get the tank top off her wrists if need be, but she loved the idea of pretending she was his prisoner once more.
“Kayla…” He reached around and grasped her breasts, kneading them until she was ready to scream in frustration. “Maybe I should go and get more condoms and the lube after all?”
One hand moved to her clit, rubbing it slowly. Her pussy was so wet that her labia made noises as he massaged her. “On the other hand, I love teasing you this way.”
Except she was so ready to come it was insane. “Please!”
He moved to the side and slid his other hand around to her ass, pushing one finger into her asshole. While he finger-fucked her ass, he continued to caress her clit with his other hand. “Please what?”
“Oh, God! Please fuck me!”
“You’re so fucking wet already.”
“How can I help that?”
“I love it.” He removed his fingers and pulled down the zipper on his jeans, taking out his dick. “But we’re going to make this last, Bedroom Eyes. You will come when I’m ready to let you come.”
Mastema moved next to her face and turned it toward his cock. She licked her lips at the sight of it, red and swollen, with tiny beads of pre-cum already dotting the tip. “Open your mouth.”
Kayla didn’t even hesitate. He shoved his dick inside, holding her head still as he slid it in and out, so damn slowly it drove her wild with need. She curled her lips around her teeth and relaxed her throat muscles.
“Oh, yes! That’s fucking exquisite. You can’t get away from me. God, Kayla. You should see how fucking sexy you look right now. Bent over and tied to this pole. I’m going to ask Gorgon to put a second one next to it so I can tie you up between them, spread-eagled, and fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
That image sent tiny contractions to her clit, which throbbed now from the need for release. He fucked her mouth harder. The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat with each thrust. Kayla flexed her Kegel muscles and tried to make herself come as hot desire spread through her.
But before she could bring herself to orgasm, he withdrew from her mouth and kissed her, hard and rough. “I will never get enough of you.”
“Same here.” She could hardly breathe, let alone form a sentence. Mastema trailed his dick over her face, lightly slapping her skin with it, before moving to her breasts to do the same to her nipples.
He alternated that with grasping them, rolling her taut peaks between his thumbs and forefingers the way she loved. The effect sent tiny jolts of electricity straight to her clit, until she was poised right on the edge of a climax.
“I can’t stand it any longer. Please let me come!”
“No fucking way.” He grabbed her head and shoved his cock back inside her mouth. “I’m having too much fun teasing you.”
Wayne Myers is a playboy, and doesn’t have time in his life for children. When a little boy is handed to him with the claim to be his son, Wayne knows without a doubt that he’s not the father. Until he can prove it, though, what the hell is he to do with a damn kid?
Temperance Michaels has been a nanny for twelve years, and she’s tired of the constant heartache when she has to walk away. She knows she has to find something else to do with her life, so when she gets a call from Wayne, her first instinct is to turn him down. But after hearing about the young boy who has lost his mother, she caves.
Now that Wayne has a nanny, he intends to lead his own life again. But he didn’t anticipate being attracted to the raven-haired beauty. Temperance is not like any of the women he’s ever been with, and she’s getting under his skin. With Temperance and Timothy in his life, Wayne has the chance to find out what it’s like to have a family of his own, at least for a while. After temporarily enjoying having a woman and a kid, he intends to give them both up.
Will this playboy take a chance or return to his womanizing ways?
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Once Timothy was finished on the swings, it was time for lunch, and she set up their little picnic on the ground, on a small blanket. Handing out their small bags of goodies, she smiled at Timothy, who was talking a mile a minute. He wanted to be an astronaut, police officer, fireman, and even a pirate.
“Will I be allowed on your ship, oh Captain Timothy?” Wayne asked.
“Yes. You can help me run it.”
Temperance laughed. Leave it to a child to defuse any tension that might be building. The rest of the day they went shopping, looking for some fun games to play as the weather had forecast rain. They got several movies and then headed back to the apartment.
She left Wayne and Timothy watching movies as she looked in the fridge and figured out what to cook.
“He’s out for the count,” Wayne said five minutes later as she was putting everything together for a casserole.
“He’ll wake in a little while then.” She glanced over at him, offering him a smile.
“You’re not going to mock me?” he asked.
She stopped what she was doing, turning toward him and resting a hand on her hip. “Why would I mock you?” He was still her boss, and she had to remember to keep this barrier in place, even as she wanted to hug him.
“I wasn’t just saying a damn line either.” He stepped into the kitchen. “I don’t tell lies.”
She didn’t say anything as he came close. The tips of his toes touched hers.
“I had a lot of fun today.”
“You’re sure? You seemed to be in a bit of a mood.” Her heart began to race. He was so close, and right now she couldn’t seem to shut her body off. He was the boss; she was the employee.
She was a professional.
Never in all of her nannying life had she spent this much time with anyone, nor had she wanted to.
There was something about Wayne. He seemed to need something from her.
It was why she made sure to spend a little time with him at night even though all she wanted to do was fall into bed.
They talked, and she truly believed that in everything he was honest.
He reached out, taking a stray curl and wrapping it around his finger. She wondered if other women were wrapped around his finger as easily as her damn hair.
“I don’t like being reminded of everything I don’t have.”
Had his voice gotten sexier?
They were whispering now.
His gaze was on her lips, and she knew without a doubt that it was dangerous territory.
Before she could stop him, he’d cupped her face, and his thumb ran across her bottom lip. She swallowed a moan, refusing to let it escape.
“I’m your nanny, Wayne. This crosses so many lines.”
How are you all? Are you getting ready for Halloween? Do you have anything exciting planned? I love trying to create foods that have a ghoulish theme. Yeah, I love being a kid at heart.
Anyway, moving on lol. I’ve got a brand new cover and I totally love it. The first book in my brand new series, The Nanny and the Playboy (The Nannies). What do you think?
Wayne Myers is a playboy, and doesn’t have time in his life for children. When a little boy is handed to him with the claim that it’s his son, he knows without a doubt that he’s not the father. Until he can prove it though, what the hell is he to do with a damn kid. He doesn’t know the first thing about them.
Temperance Michaels has been a nanny for twelve years, and she is tired of the constant heartache when she has to walk away. She loves kids, and constantly devotes her life to taking care of them. After being let go by her current employer, she knows she has to try and find something else to do with her life. When she gets a call from Wayne, her first instinct is to turn him down. However, just hearing about the young boy that has lost his mother, she caves.
Now that Wayne has a nanny, he intends to lead his own life. The problem, he didn’t anticipate being attracted to the raven-haired beauty. Temperance is not like any of the women he’s ever been with. She’s kind, she charming, and she’s getting under his skin. With Temperance and Timothy in his life, Wayne has a chance to find out what it’s like to have a family of his own.
His plan is temporary to have the woman and the kid. He intends to give them all up.
Will this playboy take a chance or resort to his womanizing ways?
Shadow keeps to himself, never mixing business with pleasure. Business is killing. Pleasure is the girl next door.
Riley never had help growing up, but she’s determined to make something of her life. She used her own blood, sweat, and line of credit to buy her home and bakery. Everything is perfect—only it’s not. She’s lonely and can’t stop obsessing over her sexy, mysterious neighbor.
Shadow has perfected his self-control over the years, so ignoring Riley comes naturally. But when the curvy temptation becomes entangled in his world, targeted by a group of assassins, he takes personal responsibility for her safety. She’s cute, feisty, and he plans to show her just how dark and dirty he can be. If they can stay alive, they may just have the love of a lifetime.
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He didn’t have time to babysit a girl determined to get herself killed. And he sure as hell didn’t need her digging around his private life. He’d lived in his house on the same street for almost ten years without issue. He refused to move. Boss had mentioned on numerous occasions that the best place for a hitman was a secure condo downtown or a stand-alone off the grid. Shadow knew he was playing house, trying to create the life he’d craved since childhood. It was all a fucking illusion, but it was a part of his humanity he refused to give up.
So his brave little neighbor needed to learn her place. The rest of the neighborhood kept their distance, and she needed to do the same. He had her on security camera at least a dozen times trying to snoop in his windows or peek over the backyard fence. Shadow hadn’t thought much of her meddling until today. He hoped this scare had put some sense into her.
After finishing up his usual Thursday session at the gym, he headed home. He’d pushed himself harder than ever, and he knew Riley was to blame. He couldn’t get her off his fucking mind. She only came up to his chest, and her curves were even thicker up close and personal. He ground his teeth together, trying not to think about digging his fingers into her rounded hips as he fucked her from behind. She was way too young for him, and he wasn’t in the market for a woman anyway. His solitary life suited him.
It was nearly eleven, only the streetlights and faint glow of the moon illuminating his street. He pushed his entry fob and the garage door opened as he approached his house. His cellphone vibrated moments after entering the garage and cutting the engine.
“I’ve left you alone for a while, but I have a job for you,” said Boss.
It had been well over a month since Shadow had heard from Killer of Kings. The clean-up after they took down part of the Dead Angels MC was a fucking headache. He’d appreciated the time off, but he was ready to get back to work. His trigger finger was itching, and he needed an outlet stronger than the gym for the darkness growing inside him.
“You want to text me the details?”
“This job will require a bit of recon. I want to be sure we’re getting the right man. He’s used body doubles in the past. Can you handle that?” asked Boss.
In all the years Shadow had worked for Killer of Kings, he’d fucked up one time, giving Boss some bad intel. It wasn’t like him, and sure as hell wouldn’t let it happen again. Boss would probably hold that mistake over his head for years.
“Yeah, I can handle that.”
“Good. Then I’ll text you the details,” said Boss before hanging up.
As much as he would love to direct his anger at Boss, he couldn’t. Shadow had been a foster care runaway since before he could remember. He’d been a skinny, broken teen living on the streets, fighting to survive, when his guardian angel found him at seventeen. The older man had taken him in, showed him the first kindness he’d ever known, and taught him how to fight. He owed Mr. Karpenko everything.
After his tours of duty, his mentor had introduced him to Boss, and the world of Killer of Kings was opened up to him. Everyone working for Boss had to be fearless, ready to go to hell and back for a contract. Shadow wasn’t afraid to live and die by the sword. His fear of death ran deeper, starting with his earliest blurred memories of his mother dying slowly from lung cancer. Mr. Karpenko had been one of Boss’s many informants, and he respected the owner of Killer of Kings—that fact spoke volumes.
Shadow pushed his thoughts away and got out of his car. Just before he hit the panel inside the garage to close the door, he saw a shadow watching him. He immediately reached behind him, getting a good grip on his gun, keeping his hand at the ready.
“Sorry, it’s your neighbor. I wanted to apologize for earlier.”
He adjusted his stance, leaving the gun in his waistband. “For what?”
“You were right. I was following you. It was stupid, I know, but my curiosity got the better of me,” she said.
Shadow narrowed his eyes, staring at Riley Church under the glow of the streetlights outside. She didn’t know who she was fucking with. He’d lost count of his contracted kills. “Curiosity killed the cat, no?”
He refused to turn on the lights in the garage. Darkness had always been a friend in his line of work, and he didn’t want to face her right now. Or ever.
“That was a really bad part of the city,” she said, ignoring his comment.
“Why were you there?”
This time he chuckled; he couldn’t help himself. This chick wasn’t his girlfriend or wife. Their only connection was the proximity of their houses. She either had balls of steel or a death wish. “You just apologized for following me, and now you’re giving me an interrogation? Good luck with that, sweetheart.”
“Right. Not my business,” she said. “Thank you for saving me from those jerks.”
Shadow needed to put an end to this before it got out of hand. He didn’t need a friend, a woman, or a private eye invading his life. The only way to ensure she kept her distance was to put a little fear in her, because obviously the scare at the gym wasn’t enough to set her straight.
He slapped his palm on the wall panel near her head, making her yelp. The double garage door began to lower. “Those gangbangers weren’t your real problem,” he said, slow and steady. “You should be worried about being alone with me.”
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International bestselling author London Saint James’ first installment from Two Hearts, One Soul Duet is the epic tale of abiding love, heart-wrenching loss, and an astonishing bond that will find a way to endure. Winter Perri never truly understood love until she met Austin Carlyle—the man who would rock her world to its foundations and give her something to believe in. But the night before they were to be married, the fairytale shattered. Thirteen years later Winter is pulled out of her seclusion only to have a painful past confront her, and when it does, she’s left questioning reality, because the impossible is looking back at her with the face of a destroying angel, and piercing eyes in too familiar shades of blue.
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt ‘at home’ until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, international bestselling author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
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Lewis Cox has devoted his entire life to hunting Mandy, his neighbor who as a child was kidnapped by traffickers. Even now that she’s safe, and in his life, he knows there’s no way he can stop his mission. He can’t let other women live through what she had.
Mandy was raped, beaten, tortured, and left to die—but the memory of Lewis always helped her throughout her life. Now that she’s free, Lewis is helping her take her life back. Everything she missed out on while she’d been enslaved is now hers. Still, her life was tainted, and she’s seen and done things no one should ever have to. She’s guilty, too, and now she wonders if she has the right to love Lewis at all…
Lewis’s guilt threatens to swallow him whole. He is in love with Mandy, and wants nothing more than to give her the life she deserves. When the monster from her past comes back, Mandy’s life is in danger once again, and it’s up to Lewis to save her. Can he be her hero a second time?
Mandy didn’t know how she had gotten to be a rotten egg. She’d been in her bathing suit and near the pool. Within seconds, Lewis had thrown his shirt over his head and hit the water before she’d even gotten to the edge of the pool.
“Rotten egg,” he said, breaking the surface.
“That’s not fair. You’re not even in bathing trunks.”
“So? They’re still briefs, and they’re like trunks. It’s good enough for me.” He floated along the surface, showing his “trunks.”
“Now you’re creating rules because you don’t like the fact you’re a loser.”
She climbed into the pool and gave him a wide berth.
“Is that the game you’re going to play?”
“I did not. You didn’t mention once that there were rules. Before calling rotten egg, you should have said so.”
She rolled her eyes, but knew he was right. She was just teasing him, having fun.
He’d always tag her as a kid, and they’d run home.
Her brother often thought it was a childish game. She loved it, though. When it came to Lewis, she had loved him for a long time.
Lewis swam beside her, and she smiled at him. “I was only playing around.”
“I know. You couldn’t stay angry with me for long.” His hands wrapped around her waist, and he lifted her up, and then brought her down into the water.
By the time she broke the surface, she was laughing. She couldn’t help it. “You’re a complete nut.”
“You love it.”
She did love it.
As she splashed water on him, he did the same to her, and for over an hour, they goofed around in the pool. For the first time since being a kid, she felt carefree. It was a nice feeling, and not one she wanted to lose.
Lewis left the pool first, and when he came out from the house, he held a bottle of sunscreen. “You’re going to burn.”
“I want to burn. I don’t want to get out of the water.” She floated on her back and stared up at the sky. It was so clear, so bright, and so perfect.
She never wanted to leave this moment.
Sunburn hurt though, so she climbed out of the pool and walked toward him. Sitting down on the chair, she took the towel he gave her and began to dry off.
“I love the pool.”
“I’m glad. It’s hot out, and I don’t see it letting up for some time.”
“Nah, it probably won’t. That’s the bonus of having a pool to cool off in.” After she was dried, she sat still as Lewis rubbed the sunscreen into her flesh. She loved his touch more than anything. His fingers were gentle, and his touch aroused her in ways that she didn’t think were possible. Reality was setting in. Before coming down to the pool, he’d wanted to talk. She couldn’t shirk her duties any longer. He’d given her this time, and it was now time for her to find out what he wanted to know. “What did you want to talk about?”