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Blurb:

REBEKAH

I was called trash by those who knew me, the product of a drunken night, an accidental daughter by the two I called mom and dad. I may never leave the trailer I called home, never have a life outside of the aged walls in my room, or the stained mattress I slept on.

But as much as the world tried to drag me down, I knew one thing. I had dreams, hopes, and ambition. One day I’d be free of the darkness that clung to me like a second skin.

And then I decided to say screw it all and leave the decay behind.

But before I could escape, I was taken, thrown in the back of a van, and told hell was waiting for me.

And it looked like the devil himself had plans for me.

VENOM

The Ruthless Rejects MC.

Bastards.

Savages.

Criminal

We weren’t good men, came from the wrong side of the tracks, but together we became a brotherhood, a family.
We embraced how tarnished and dangerous we were.
Even if that family got blood on their hands, and ran on violence, we were as one and always would have each other’s backs.

I wasn’t one of those misunderstood men who couldn’t process what happened to them growing up. No, I embraced the darkness, let it consume me, change who I was.

Now I was just as evil as the very devil himself.

And I was going to use that to my advantage to exact my revenge, to make the man who’d hurt the only person I’d ever cared about, feel pain ten times over.

He killed my sister, took the only light to my darkness two decades ago.

So, I was going to take from him what he held dear.

I was coming for his eighteen-year-old daughter. I was going to make her fall into the same darkness that had swallowed me whole from the very beginning. I was going to make her bend to my will, pay for her father’s sins tenfold.

She was supposed to be a means to an end, the revenge I needed to feel whole once more. I was supposed to use her and toss her aside like what had been done to my sister.

But what I realized was that she was more than that.

Rebekah was mine.

Meghan Bell knows her sister, Rose, is trouble. When crime-lord Damon Travers arrives at their door demanding his money, she knows things are about to go bad. Her sister can’t pay, so it’s up to Meghan to make him stop hurting her sister.

She now belongs to one of the most dangerous men in the city. She’s a virgin, and he’s going to teach her everything.

Damon’s not particularly interested in having an innocent, but he can’t turn Meghan away. He wants her, and he’s going to have her. The moment he takes her cherry and feels her around him, there’s no telling how long he’s going to want her. Rose will pay off the debt she owes him, but with Meghan, he’s going to have fun. 

Meghan doesn’t want to give this monster her heart, but how can she deny his soft side—the side that makes her feel like a queen? There’s no one else she could ever want. 

But Damon’s life is dark and twisted, and it’s now a fight to keep the woman that calls to his soul. Will she give him all that he needs, or leave him?

Be Warned: anal sex, voyeurism, spanking

Excerpt:

She got to her feet and gathered their empty bowls without saying a word. She was finishing up the dishes when Damon entered the kitchen.

“You’re a good cook.”

“My mom taught me, and it was simple. Not a lot of thought going into it.”

“Rex liked it.”

She wasn’t even going to respond to that.

Drying her hands on the towel, Damon made his move, pressing her up against the kitchen counter.

“You don’t have to like him, but he will take care of you.”

“I watched him hurt my sister.”

“You need to understand that your piece of shit sister needs to be hit. Come and join me.” He stepped away, and she watched him go.

Her heart pounded, and even though all she wanted to do was run in the opposite direction, she followed him.

He’d put on some music, and she waited as he poured out two shots of whiskey.

“Have a drink with me,” he said.

“I don’t drink.”

“One won’t kill you.” He held up the glass. “Come on, Meghan. Relax. Enjoy. You’re not going anywhere, so you’ve got to stop fighting this.”

She took a step forward and sipped at the liquid within the glass. It burned like fire as she swallowed it down.

He gave a little chuckle, which she didn’t like at all.

“You have to take your time with it.”

She wrinkled her nose and put the glass down, no longer interested in it.

He shook his head. “You ever drink, party?”

“No.” She sat down on the sofa with a sigh. There was a time she’d been a fun person to hang out with. That hadn’t exactly lasted long.

“Stand up.”

He used the voice that meant no arguing, just following instruction. Biting her lip, she looked up at him, and waited as he took a step toward her.

She was even more startled as he sat down. She saw the evidence of his arousal pressing against the front of his pants.

“I want you to strip for me. I don’t need a sexy dance. Just remove your clothes, slowly. I want to watch you reveal yourself to me.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I like it when a woman does as she’s told, and seeing you don’t have any other choice, do it.”

She gritted her teeth, but did as he asked, taking her time as she removed his sweatpants and his shirt.

The bra she wore was old, and Rex had made her go into the lingerie store while he’d remained outside. She had an entirely new wardrobe, and she couldn’t recall the last time she’d splurged on herself.

Once she stood before him naked, she wanted to cover herself but knew he wouldn’t like that.

“I love your tits,” he said. “Lift them up for me. Cup them.”

With him watching, she ran her hands beneath her breasts, lifting them up. Moisture pooled between her thighs as he continued to watch, occasionally sipping at his whiskey.

“So pretty. Let them go.”

She did so.

“Sit on the coffee table,” he said.

She gave a little gasp as her ass hit the cold glass. He let out a chuckle.

“It does take your breath away. Spread your legs open. Let me see that pussy I own.”

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Hello my beauties that visit me here,

How are you all doing? It is pretty manic here. I had an amazing Halloween. I spent it with my niece and nephews and family. We carved some pumpkins, and I cooked a ghoulish meal lol. It was a lot of fun. Now we’re heading into Bonfire Night here in the UK. It’s getting colder and I’m so looking forward to Christmas, anyone else?

Anyway, I have a lot of releases coming in November. Jenika and I will be releasing our first book in a brand new MC series on November 12th! That date won’t change at all. We’ve got a lot more planned for you.

So, first release this month will be on the 8th

I love this cover so much.

His Beauty

Yummy Virgins, 1

Faye
I needed the money.

My sister’s medical bills were mounting, and I needed lots of money—fast. The only thing I had was my virginity, and I knew just the place to sell it. I never expected to have the night of my life, but that’s what I did. I don’t know the name of the man who purchased me and helped me more than he can know. I only have the memories…

Chase
I’ve never been interested in virgins. I prefer a woman who knows how to take care of my dick and not ask for direction, but one look at her and I knew there was no going back. 

For months after that night, I tried to find her, but I failed. So, when I discover she’s been working at my company for the past month, I know that’s going to change. She’s going to work right beside me, and I’m going to take what belongs to me. She was a virgin—and now she’s mine.

We have unfinished business, and I don’t care what it takes to get her back in my bed. I never said I was a good guy when it came to getting what I wanted, but Faye has a way that drives me crazy. I can’t walk away from her because … I fucking love her.

Be Warned: anal sex

 

Excerpt:

My cheeks heat as my heart races. Holding onto the files with a death grip, I try, and probably fail, to look calm and collected.

 

This is a nightmare.

 

Malcolm didn’t tell me what to do if I was ever to come face to face with the man.

 

Please move. Please move. I need to get out of here.

 

My palms are sweaty.

 

The elevator stops three floors from where I need to be.

 

The doors open, and as I’m about to step out to make my escape, he catches my arm, stopping me. No one looks back as I’m trapped.

 

There is no way I could scream or draw attention to myself.

 

This job pays well. It would allow me to make a damn good life for me and my sister. Ruining all of that by screaming about a potential client wouldn’t allow that.

 

“You don’t need to run off.”

 

His grip tightens around my arm, pulling me back.

 

In the next second, he reaches out, pressing the stop button, and we stop still.

 

I watch as he goes to the panel of the elevator and suddenly flicks a button.

 

Being in small, confined spaces is a real problem for me. A few seconds as I go from one floor to another is fine, but right now I’m panicking.

 

He turns back toward me, and I keep hold of the files.

 

“Now isn’t this a surprise? What are you doing here?” he asks.

 

“I work here.”

 

His gaze looks at the files then back at me. His eyes seem to narrow as he stares at my hair.

 

Shit, suddenly getting it cut doesn’t seem like a good idea.

 

“Since when?”

 

“Since when, what?”

 

“How long have you worked here?”

 

“A month. I’m part of the college dropout program.” I hate saying that. It’s like admitting failure.

 

“You’ve been here a month?”

 

I nod.

 

“What’s your name?”

 

“I don’t have to tell you that.”

 

It was the wrong thing to say as he advances toward me. Still keeping hold of my files, I stare right back at him. His hands move out to trap me in the corner of the elevator. We’ve stopped, and I’m guessing he’s turned the security camera off, so no one knows I’m here.

 

Tilting my head back to look at him, I wait.

 

His lips are pressed into a smirk.

 

“My name, angel, is Chase Dunce.” He pauses, clearly giving me a few seconds to realize that he’s the boss. “Yeah, I see. Now, tell me your name.”

 

“I don’t like this.”

 

“We’re not at Cherry anymore. There’s nothing for you to like or hate. Just tell me your name.”

 

“It’s Faye Carter.”

 

“Pleasure to meet you, Faye.”

 

His gaze moves down my body, and I hate that I respond. I like him looking at me as if he wants to eat me.

 

“I can’t believe it has been six months since I last saw you. When you left me without a backward glance.”

 

“I really need to get to work.”

 

Suddenly, this job doesn’t exactly look like a good idea.

 

He doesn’t move.

 

His gaze still on me. Waiting.

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The last thing scarred and reclusive Luca Brown wants is the guardianship of an eighteen-year-old girl. Now that his friend is dead, he’s the one that’s got to take charge of Mavis Miller. The only problem … she’s not a girl. From the first moment he sees Mavis, his reaction to her scares the shit out of him. He’s now responsible for her, and that means he shouldn’t be thinking about her in anyway at all.

Mavis has never fitted in. Even her parents hated her and shipped her off to boarding school. Luca is different, and the scar on his face doesn’t scare her. After eighteen years of being ignored, she’s shocked when Luca takes her over his knee and punishes her for putting herself in danger. His touch. His hands. They drive her wild, and she wants him. 

She’s the first woman to not flinch away. He should tell her no. He’s the guardian, but he doesn’t see her as his ward. No, he sees her as his, and he doesn’t want to just protect her—he wants to own her. 

Be Warned: spanking

 

Excerpt:

Fuck!

Shit!

Bastard!

Fuck!

Luca couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid watching porn. After watching Mavis for the past couple of weeks, he’d needed a little something to relax. The only thing he could think to do was to go back to his collection of porn. He’d not watched it in a long time, and he only used it when he really needed to.

Growing up, he’d not needed it, not even to get off.

A long line of willing women had meant porn was no good for him. He didn’t need it.

Now, however, being trapped with Mavis, he was close to losing his mind.

She’d seen him.

She’d been at the door, watching, and she’d seen enough to know.

He didn’t like that she’d run off, nor did he like that she’d run outside. It was cold, dark, raining, and dangerous.

She should have been in bed, and when he got his hands on her, he was going to smack her ass. She’d learn to stay in bed at night and not go running outside. Charging out of the house, he followed close behind her. He didn’t attack her as the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.

“Mavis! Stop!”

She kept on running.

He followed her.

The moment she hit the bottom of his garden near the pool and the small pool house that he’d built near it for after he’d taken a swim, she’d have no choice but to turn back to look at him. The ranch was huge, and rather than run toward one of the open fields, which would have made it impossible for him to catch her, she’d come here, to where he’d find it quite easy to do so. A few feet, and he stopped, blocking her escape. This was where he came when he wanted to get away from it all and to remember what his life used to be like before the accident that scarred him.

She looked left and right before turning to face him. Her tits pressed against the front of her vest, the rain making it so he saw the red tips of her nipples. She took several deep breaths as she faced him.

“What?” she asked.

“You shouldn’t have seen that.”

“Why not? It’s not uncommon for a man to get his rocks off to porn.” Her cheeks were red.

“Did you like it?”

“Did I like what?”

“Seeing it. I know you watched a little.” He didn’t have a clue if she had, but something in her eyes told him she did. “Did you touch yourself, Mavis? Are you wet?”

She didn’t tell him to stop as he took a step toward her.

She stayed perfectly still as he moved that final step that put him directly in front of her. Neither of them was touching. She looked up at him, and he wanted to know what she was thinking.

“Answer my questions.”

“Didn’t you hear me?” she asked.

“What?”

“I was watching you for a lot longer than the final scene, Luca.” She took his hand, and before he could stop her, she pressed his hand between her thighs. The shorts she wore were so big that it was easy for him to slide his fingers beneath the fabric and feel how wet she was.

Fine hair coated the lips of her pussy, and as he slid a finger between those wet lips, he found the evidence of her orgasm.

“You came?”

“Yes.”

He grazed her clit, and she gasped, grabbing his arms to hold herself up. He stared into her eyes as he pinched her swollen nub. She cried out and held onto him a little tighter. Pulling his hand away, he fingered the bottom of the wet vest. Rain was still coming down thick and fast, but he wasn’t going to move.

Not yet.

Not for a long time.

“Take it off.”

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Hey my lovely peeps,

How are you all doing? Halloween is around the corner, Bonfire Night (in the UK), and then Christmas. Whoop whoop. I love this time of year oh so much. I love baking and just doing everything and anything. I love as the nights start to get cold and dark. I love snuggling up with a great book and in my pajamas.

In recent weeks I decided to finally get Netflix. I know, it took me so long to do. Why did I wait so long? Anyway, I loved, To All the Boys I Loved Before, and I am totally in love with Meteor Garden. I mean like obsessed with it. I’m so close to being finished.

I know it has been a long time since I’ve left a post and told you about stuff, so I’m doing that now. I have heard some amazing things about Street King. You can expect more of that in 2019. I have so many ideas. They’re all crazy :-).

It’s me so you know I’m always cooking up something and I also have a book currently on pre-order. I’m totally loving the cover.

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Blurb:

The last thing scarred and reclusive Luca Brown wants is the guardianship of an eighteen-year-old girl. Now that his friend is dead, he’s the one that’s got to take charge of Mavis Miller. The only problem … she’s not a girl. From the first moment he sees Mavis, his reaction to her scares the shit out of him. He’s now responsible for her, and that means he shouldn’t be thinking about her in anyway at all.

Mavis has never fitted in. Even her parents hated her and shipped her off to boarding school. Luca is different, and the scar on his face doesn’t scare her. After eighteen years of being ignored, she’s shocked when Luca takes her over his knee and punishes her for putting herself in danger. His touch. His hands. They drive her wild, and she wants him.

She’s the first woman to not flinch away. He should tell her no. He’s the guardian, but he doesn’t see her as his ward. No, he sees her as his, and he doesn’t want to just protect her—he wants to own her.

Killer of Kings, 6

Is the devil capable of love?

Xavier doesn’t do trust. He breaks. He kills. After living through hell, he’s transformed himself into El Diablo, the baddest motherfucker around. His only weakness is the sister he lost as a child—the one Boss promises to help him locate. The only catch is he has to work for Killer of Kings and learn to play nice with the other hitmen. He does his job, determined to prove himself. Then she walks into his life, and nothing is ever the same.

Alesha hits the jackpot when she’s hired as Xavier Moreno’s house cleaner. She has her own private suite, and the wealthy businessman is rarely home. Things change in a heartbeat when he comes home drunk one night, covered in blood, and telling her stories about murder-for-hire and a secret group of assassins. He also reveals a side so broken that she can’t help but fall for him. Can a killer fall in love with his cleaner, or will he add her to his hit list?

Be Warned: public exhibition

 

Excerpt:

Alesha woke up with a start.

Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she frowned as she heard the noise again. Something was moving downstairs.

The sound of banging and glass breaking drew her out from the bed. Wearing a pair of pajamas, she was in no way suited to deal with a potential intruder. Xavier said she would be safe here. Grabbing the baseball bat that she took with her to every place she stayed, she opened her bedroom door.

This was the first time an intruder had invaded her home.

Xavier’s home.

Not her home.

She only worked here. Just a housekeeper. The woman he kept to keep his life in line and perfectly neat. She cooked, cleaned, and ran the errands he asked for.

She was nothing more than a woman that blended into his life like a piece of furniture. Alesha was a couch.

Pain slashed through her at the thought of how little she meant to him. Not that she was supposed to mean anything to him. He was her boss. Nothing more, nothing less.

Getting to the stairs, she winced as they creaked beneath her weight.

When no one jumped out of her and she figured she was safe, she took the steps slowly, bracing herself against what she might face.

What if it was like out of a horror movie and they were wearing a scary mask and wielding a knife that would slash her into a thousand pieces? Or this was only a dream and she was about to be torn to bits by a man with knives for fingers? Note to self, never ever watch old seventies and eighties horror films before bed. She hated scary movies so much, but once they were playing, she needed to know what happened next.

Get a grip.

Once she cleared the stairs, she squeezed the bat tighter.

She’d never been good at baseball.

Stepping down the hall, she walked into the dining room where she saw a large shadow. She screamed and swung the bat, hitting something. The intruder didn’t stop though. Lifting the bat, she drew it back about to hit him again when he caught the bat and pulled it from her grip.

Before she knew what was happening, the intruder tugged her into his arms, holding her still. She screamed and fought with all of her might, but whoever had her knew what they were doing.

She couldn’t go anywhere.

He was so strong.

She was going to die.

She didn’t want to die.

There was still so much for her to do. Become a mother, a wife, know what really good sex was like.

“Will you fucking stop wriggling, woman? You’re going to hurt yourself or me or both of us.”

She froze.

That was Xavier’s voice.

Her boss.

Oh shit.

“That’s right. You’re hitting your fucking boss and all I was doing was grabbing a drink. If I let you go, promise you won’t try any of your deadly moves?”

She nodded. No longer struggling. There was no way she could use words right now.

What if she’d killed her boss? What if he sued her?

He paid her a good wage but not enough to take him on in court. Would she need a good lawyer? It would be bad enough losing this job.

Xavier flicked on the light.

She blinked a few times to get accustomed to the sudden brightness. When she did, she froze into place.

Xavier wore a white shirt and a pair of black pants. His feet were bare.

He held a bottle of whiskey in one hand.

He’d only been holding her with one arm?

The bat she’d been using for her attack lay on the ground at his feet.

“Fuck, is that how you greet every man that enters this house?” he asked.

She glanced down at her body and quickly crossed her arms over her chest.

“Nice tits. You don’t need to hide them. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before. Believe me, there’s not much in this world I haven’t seen.”

His talk about her breasts was not what had her frozen in place.

The blood on his shirt was the reason. That and the scars she’d caught a glimpse of.

His back was to her right now as he poured some ice into a glass then added the whiskey.

Still rooted in place, she watched as he lifted the glass to his lips. “Want one?”

She shook her head. Words failed her. What was she to say?

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