Leah hates Killian. The alpha wolf that rejected her.
He was destined to be her mate, but no, she was too witchy for him. She wasn’t going to stand around waiting for him, and she certainly wasn’t going to follow him around like a lost little puppy.
Just a tiny problem. He needs her.
Her coven and her parents believe it’s a good idea for her to go with him, to help him on his super secret mission. So that’s what she does. Not because she wants to be with him, but because he needs a witch.
Killian is in search of a way to break the mating bond between him and Leah. She cannot be his mate. A witch will be his undoing. He’s seen the prophecy. Leah will destroy the pack, and he can’t allow that to happen.
He has to go on a quest and make the ultimate sacrifice. Mate with Leah, and then end that bond. He has waited a lifetime to find his mate, and now he must let her go. Can he?
Will he destroy the prophecy for the sake of his pack? Or ruin the only good thing to ever come into his life?
Can you believe we’re now half way through 2023. What a year this has been so far. Has there been any books of mine that are your favorites already?
Thank you so much for all of your kind emails and comments about May’s releases (shown below). I wanted to give you the good news, not only have I finished Volkov Bratva book 3 but it has already been submitted and accepted by Evernight Publishing, and will be coming very soon. 🙂
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Ugly Beast doesn’t want an arranged marriage, but what his president says, he gets. Abriana Vigo is not beautiful. In fact, she’s bland and terrified, but she’s a virgin and a Capo’s daughter. Now she’s been thrown to the wolves at his president’s demands.
Abriana will do anything to get away from her father, just to avoid being hurt anymore. She only hopes this scarred man doesn’t turn his back on her. If he does, she knows her father will find some way to kill her.
But despite all her newfound freedom in the MC life, if Abriana doesn’t prove her loyalty to the club, her husband will kill her. When her father orders her to spy on the club and report back, she knows she cannot do it. She has to make a choice.
For Ugly Beast, he never thought he would commit to anyone or anything, but after finding out his wife is taken, he’s willing to put the club at risk for her.
Abriana isn’t the woman he wanted, but now, he can’t let her go, and anyone who tries to take her, will know what it’s like to deal with him.
Be Warned: forced seduction, anal sex, public exhibition
All of her life, Agatha Preston never felt like she belonged. Her parents made her keep secrets about herself and what she was capable of. After their death, there’s nothing for her in the city. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for until she finds it in a small town called Poison. The locals are awful and rude, but she loves the town and there’s no way she’s leaving.
There was a human in town and that always had the pack on edge. They had to keep every single part of their lives in check, which was exhausting.
Boyan tried to persuade the little human to leave town. There was only one problem—he knows there’s something off about her. Agatha is not quite human, and she’s not quite wolf either. It’s in her scent, in her eyes, and certainly in her ability to heal fast.
The woman he starts falling in love with is not all wolf and she isn’t all human. A year ago, they discovered a vet who found out about them, and he tried to turn innocent people into wolves. Several humans had been infected with wolf blood. None of them had survived. The vet had a lot of files in his practice—one of them titled Agatha Preston.
Panic unlike anything he’d ever felt consumes him. He finally finds his woman that was all his and now, there was a chance he wasn’t going to keep her. They have to find someone who worked with the doctor before it was too late. Every second she stays in Poison, the stronger her wolf is becoming.
Excerpt:
In the past year, she’d visited many towns and explored cities, and none of them had made her feel like this town did.
Boyan returned to the sitting room, carrying two pots in his hands.
“Here,” he said, holding one out to her.
She took the pot. He’d also brought her a fork and her stomach chose that moment to growl. Thanking him, she shoved the fork into the noodles, spun it around, and then lifted it up and took a bite, slurping them up as she did so. They tasted so good. Her mouth watered for a second bite. Noodles in a pot, there was no way anyone could go wrong.
“Both of your hands are healed?”
“Yes.”
She wanted to tell him about that incident a year ago, but she didn’t want to freak him out. Putting the pot to her lips, she drank up some of the broth.
Within minutes they finished their food and Agatha turned to look at him. “Have you lived here all your life?” she asked.
“Long enough.” He reached out and smoothed a curl behind her ear.
Agatha stared into his eyes, wanting to ask him so many questions but knowing he didn’t trust her yet. They didn’t know enough about each other.
Mount him.
It was such an odd thought, but before she could stop herself, she started to straddle his waist. Her hands went to his shoulders and she stared into his eyes. He gripped her waist.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
Boyan smiled. “You don’t need to be sorry, baby. I’ve got a beautiful woman straddling my dick. There’s no reason to be sorry about this.” He gripped her waist and pulled her down.
She felt the hardness of his cock as he rubbed against her. Tilting her head back, she couldn’t help but moan. He felt so good.
Inside.
His cock.
So deep.
It was the soft voice again. She rarely heard it, but the moment she did, she felt safe, warm, and no longer alone. Cupping his face, she pressed her lips to his, kissing him hard. His hands didn’t stay at her waist, and she was thankful for that, because she needed his touch, craved it.
Boyan growled against her mouth, and she swallowed him down, feeling her nipples tighten and her pussy grow slick. Thrusting against his cock, she needed him inside her.
He let go of her neck and he caressed down toward her ass. She wore a pair of jeans, and she suddenly realized how inappropriate they were. They were getting in the way.
Boyan moved fast, pressing her to the sofa. He slid the button open, followed by the zipper, dragging it down. He pulled the jeans off and then she was wearing only her panties. Boyan was still in his jeans.
“Take them off,” she said, gripping the loop at the waistband, wanting them gone.
He chuckled. “All in good time.”
She wasn’t happy. She wanted to feel his cock inside her. The panties she wore suddenly felt too tight, and she needed them off.
Boyan tore them from her body and quickly replaced them by cupping her pussy. A single finger slid between her slit, and she cried out, moaning his name as he worked her clit. He stroked forward and backward, side to side, and the pleasure was instant, but it still wasn’t enough.
She tried to reach for his jeans, but he wasn’t having any of it. He lifted her hand up above her head.
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Blurb: All of her life, Agatha Preston never felt like she belonged. Her parents made her keep secrets about herself and what she was capable of. After their death, there’s nothing for her in the city. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for until she finds it in a small town called Poison. The locals are awful and rude, but she loves the town and there’s no way she’s leaving.
There was a human in town and that always had the pack on edge. They had to keep every single part of their lives in check, which was exhausting.
Boyan tried to persuade the little human to leave town. There was only one problem—he knows there’s something off about her. Agatha is not quite human, and she’s not quite wolf either. It’s in her scent, in her eyes, and certainly in her ability to heal fast.
The woman he starts falling in love with is not all wolf and she isn’t all human. A year ago, they discovered a vet who found out about them, and he tried to turn innocent people into wolves. Several humans had been infected with wolf blood. None of them had survived. The vet had a lot of files in his practice—one of them titled Agatha Preston.
Panic unlike anything he’d ever felt consumes him. He finally finds his woman that was all his and now, there was a chance he wasn’t going to keep her. They have to find someone who worked with the doctor before it was too late. Every second she stays in Poison, the stronger her wolf is becoming.
The second book to the Volkov Bratva Series is now available Wide
Blurb:
I was never supposed to marry Andrei Belov. He was meant to marry my beautiful sister. But she did something very wrong to have the man in charge of the Volkov Bratva change his mind.
Now I’m married to a man many call a monster. He ignores me. I mean nothing to him.
I’m trapped and alone in a loveless marriage. My parents don’t care. They have what they want. Andrei doesn’t like it when I have friends. He doesn’t like it when others take care of me. He claims not to have slept with my sister, but Bethany is still around to cause me trouble, to make me doubt.
It all starts with a kiss to get what I want. If I kiss him, I’ll get a reward, but soon the game changes.
I’m Andrei Belov’s wife. In this world, no one is safe, especially not me. I didn’t know it, but I have an enemy, one that wants me dead no matter the cost. I wasn’t supposed to marry into this family, but now, there is no way out.
Excerpt:
“What the hell did you do?” I asked.
She stood up, pushing her long brown hair out of the way. I loved her hair. She never had it cut. The length was glorious, and I couldn’t wait to have it wrapped around my fist.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I … I need to get out of this apartment.”
“You’re not leaving this place.”
“Are you trying to kill me, is that it? You hate me so much that you want me to do the deed myself or something?” Her hands were clenched into fists.
This I wasn’t expecting.
“You’re not going to die.”
“Seriously? Can’t you see I’m dying already? Do you have any idea what it’s like to spend every single day here, doing nothing?” She yelled each word at me. “Before you I had a life. To many, it would have been boring, but I had a life. I enjoyed leaving and being free, but I can’t even have that anymore. Your boss, or whatever the fuck he is, was here, and you know what, I was scared, because I don’t know this way of life. I know you’re part of the Bratva, but I don’t even know if I’m supposed to say that. I didn’t grow up in this life. Ugh, what is the point? You should have married my sister. I’m pretty sure you would have been far happier with her.”
“Are you done?” I asked.
“Why? Bored of being in this place already. Trust me. I know I am.” She threw the cloth at me. “And I don’t care if you’re pissed off that I damaged your precious wood. What kind of an asshole lives this high up?”
I’m stunned by her language, by her aggression, and most of all by just how aroused I am. I take a step toward her, then another. With her fear in place of the heights, she doesn’t move, the line keeping her in place.
Sinking my fingers into her hair, I tug her close, not to hurt, but to guide. She gasped. Her hands went to my wrist. Her touch shouldn’t do anything for me. I shouldn’t enjoy it. There should be no happiness at having her hands on me.
When it comes to the opposite sex, I’m the one who’s always in control. They do my bidding. They are not permitted to touch me. But Adelaide is my wife. She is not like other women.
“If you want to play the victim, carry on, but I’ve told you exactly what you need to do in order to earn rewards.”
“Are you being serious right now? You expect me to kiss you to get out of this place? To have a cell phone? To even go shopping?” she asked.
I smiled. It wasn’t a nice one, and she flinched away from me as I did so, but with the hold I had on her hair, there was nowhere for her to go. She was stuck with me.
Holding her close against me, I relished the feel of her curves. They were so soft and so close. She smelled good as well, like strawberries and cream. My mouth watered for a taste.
“Do you think kissing me is so distasteful? Do you have any idea what I could have ordered you to do?” I asked. “I could make you go on your knees, take my dick between those fuckable lips, and choke on it. Force you to swallow every single drop of my spunk. Or I could have pounded your virgin pussy. Forced you to bleed over my dick for your first time. What about your asshole?” I grabbed her ass, pulling her toward me. “If your pussy and mouth haven’t seen a cock, then I bet your ass hasn’t either. Forcing you to take me there, just so you could breathe fresh air. So, the next time you think I’m a monster, why don’t you compare my request to the other things I could have forced you to do?”
“I hate you.”
“Get in line. There’s a long list of women who hate me.”
This time, she fought against me. I could make her accept me. Kiss her. Make her give me my due. My dick hadn’t seen a pussy in a long time, and I was well past due emptying my balls. With Adelaide, I didn’t even need to use a condom. She was supposed to be getting pregnant with my kid, but that wasn’t going to happen until I fucked her.
I let her leave and run away toward our bedroom. I’d give her a few minutes to gain her bearings, and then I’d seek her out. Annoying the fuck out of her was part of my plan. Hurting and raping her was not. Nor was terrifying her.
Some men couldn’t handle facing off with me. Adelaide was just a woman. I should have gone easier on her.
I moved toward my office, removed my jacket, and threw it across the chair. The scotch called to me. I made my way over to the drink, poured myself a generous shot, and drank it straight down, enjoying the burn.
A memory of my father flashed through my mind. I couldn’t have been much older than six or seven. My mother had asked me to go and grab the photograph album she’d left in his office. I had been a klutz back then, and as I lifted the heavy book, I knocked his bottle of vodka off the table. The glass had smashed. He’d entered as I tried to clean it up, and as punishment, he’d grabbed the glass and slashed me right across the arm, three times. I was bleeding, he’d punched me in the gut, and tossed me out into the cold. Three days later, the doctor had come to fix me up. I’d nearly died of infection.
Pushing the memory to the back of my mind, I put the glass down and made my way toward the bedroom.
Adelaide wasn’t there. I heard the sound of the shower running, and I walked toward the door. Her clothes were on the floor, and I saw the outline of her body in the frosted glass. My dick hardened. She was my wife. Mine.
After removing my clothes, I eased them onto the floor and stepped toward the shower. Opening the door to the stall, I stepped inside and heard her gasp.
She wrapped her arms around her body and turned her back to me, but I was a man who liked a woman’s ass, and the one she presented me with was sheer fucking perfection. Rounded, juicy, almost a little too big, but a generous handful.
I closed the door, moved in closer, and she stepped forward to try and keep some distance from me. There was nowhere for her to go. Reaching past her so that our bodies touched, I grabbed the soap.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Taking a shower.”
“I can’t even have one of those alone anymore?”
I smiled, lathering up my hands with soap. “Tell me, Adelaide, do you want to live?”
“What kind of question is that?” she asked.
“A real one.”
“Of course I want to live. Who wouldn’t?”
Putting my hands on her hips, I pulled her back against me. She was so damn tense. “Then I will start to teach you tomorrow morning,” I said. There wasn’t much to teach, not really. Ivan liked to consider this new era of Bratva to be modern, thinking outside of the box, and making sure our enemies didn’t have a fucking clue what to do.
Adelaide was too adorable to show disrespect, and I could imagine Ivan would find her cute as well. He wasn’t a stickler for tradition unless he faced someone he hated, and then he made sure tradition was served.
Annie Wells needs help. When she’s suddenly given a baby to care for, she doesn’t have a clue what to do. She needs someone who knows how to help. Annie turns to Caleb Nanny, hoping he can teach her how to take care of the baby that is now her responsibility.
One look is all it takes for Caleb to know that Annie is a sweet, young woman. She looks so distraught, so he takes pity on her. He agrees to help and it has nothing to do with how sexy her ass looks—or maybe it does. He can’t fight his attraction for her.
What started out as a pity job, soon turns into more, and when Caleb tells her that he loves her, he knows he’s gone too far. But what will happen when Annie attempts to give him the memory of a lifetime? Will he reject her, or will he finally fall for the woman that loves him with her whole heart, and never wants to let him go?
Excerpt:
By the time they got back to her apartment, Tara was wide awake, so they didn’t have a lot of time after visiting his friends to talk.
This time, Tara also seemed to be rather active. Like full-on active, and determined not to give them any time. Caleb didn’t mind. It gave him the opportunity to think. Ryan had taken him to one side, to tell him that Katherine was indeed pregnant, and he had no doubt Katherine had warned Annie about what happened.
Four hours—that’s what it took for Tara to finally go to sleep. They were standing over the crib in Annie’s room. Caleb reached for Annie’s hand, and they stepped back. They took their time, not wanting to wake her up.
Once outside of the bedroom, she pulled the door closed, and Caleb pressed her up against the wall. Letting go of her hands, he stroked her cheek, staring into her eyes.
“Tell me if you want this to stop.”
He hoped she didn’t, because all he could think about was fucking her.
Annie ran her hands down his chest, grabbing his shirt, and then tugging it up over his head.
He stepped away long enough for her to discard the shirt, and then he reached for the tie of the dress and released it. The dress opened up and he shoved it past her shoulders. They moved along the wall, heading toward his bedroom.
Caleb didn’t give himself the time to admire the way she looked until they were in his bedroom. She wore a pair of lacy panties and a bra. She looked stunning. He still had on his jeans and Annie tried to cover her body. Reaching out, he took hold of her arms and placed them down her sides.
“Don’t hide from me,” he said. “You’re stunning.”
Annie reached out, putting her hands on the button of his jeans. She flicked it open, then slid down the zipper. When she sunk to her knees before him, he thought he was going to lose it. Annie on her knees, before him, was a fucking dream. He’d laid awake many nights, imagining her like this.
With just his boxer briefs on, he sunk to the floor and pressed her back. Her bra had a front closure and he flicked it open, watching her tits fall free. He pressed his face against the two mounds, flicking his tongue across each peak. They were perfection just as he knew they would be. Perfect, fucking perfection. Sliding his tongue across one peak, he slid down the valley and across to the next peak. He flicked his tongue back and forth, before taking each nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the tight buds, moaning as he did so.
Annie gasped, arching up toward him. Sliding his hands down, he couldn’t get enough of her, wanting to fill his hands with her body. To learn what made her tick.
She was stunning.
Breathtaking.
He couldn’t get enough.
Caleb released her tits and worked down her body, moving toward her pussy. Gripping the panties, he hooked his thumbs beneath the band and eased it down, taking them off her hips and tossing them to one side. He spread her legs wide and stared down at her cunt. She had a small smattering of hair covering the lips of her sex. His mouth watered for a taste. He was hungry for her.
“Caleb?”
“I’m going to taste you.”
She leaned up on her elbows. “You don’t have to do that.”
He pressed his palm against her pussy. “I want to do that.” Leaning down, he slid his hands beneath her body, cupping her ass, gripping the flesh, and pressed his face against her core. She smelled fucking intoxicating.
Sliding his tongue between her slit, he stroked back and forth across her clit, and then down, toward her entrance. He wanted to bring her to orgasm, to ride his face as he made her come. She was already so wet. This was a fucking dream—one he didn’t want to wake up from. She was everything he wanted.
His name spilled from her lips in a gasp. He plunged his tongue inside her, feeling her tight cunt ripple against him. Caleb had a feeling she’d never experienced this before, and he wanted to bring her to orgasm with his tongue. Sliding back and forth, then up toward her clit, then back down again, he took his time, drawing each piece of pleasure from her body, allowing it to build.
The moment he brought her close to the edge, he was tempted to tease her, but instead he thrust her over the edge, loving the blissful sounds she made as she came, rubbing herself against his face. The moment she couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped and began to kiss his way up her body. He took his time at her nipples, sucking on each.
Ashley is riding high after finally becoming a member of the pack. On that fateful night, the best and worst things happen to her. Not only does she turn into a wolf, but she finds her mate. None other than the pack’s nomad alpha, Phoenix. He doesn’t want her as his mate.
All he’s ever needed was his bike and the freedom of the open road—until Ashley. Phoenix knows he’s made a mistake by rejecting Ashley. Nothing else matters to him. Each time he visits the pack he hopes to see her, but she’s perfected the art of avoiding him—until he decides to stay.
Ashley wants to stay mad at Phoenix to protect herself, but with every passing day she learns more about their aloof alpha. She wants to give herself to him completely, but will she be risking more than her body?
He left once. He rejected her once. He’d been cruel. Is there any chance that he’s really changed
Excerpt:
Ben and Leah were already upset with Ashley’s decision to leave. They had voiced their concerns and their lack of support. They didn’t want her to leave, certainly not the pack.
No one would understand why she had to leave. It hurt. There was nothing but pain every single day she was with the pack. She had lived with that pain, hoping it would get better, hoping she’d stop thinking about Phoenix, or that she’d at least find someone to move on. But there was no way she could do that to Daniel, even though he offered himself all the time, which made her sad. He deserved someone better than her, someone who was going to love him for him.
“Is that what this is about? You want to punish your parents and your boss because of me?” Phoenix asked.
She snorted. “Get over yourself.” She grabbed her bag and started walking away, heading toward home.
Ashley didn’t get very far, as she wasn’t just stopped but thrown over Phoenix’s shoulder and carried none too gently away from the town. They entered the forest and when they were far enough away, she slapped his back.
“Put me down. I have no idea what you’re doing or why, but you put me down now!” She growled.
Anger worked its way up until she couldn’t control herself anymore and she bit him, on the ass. He was so infuriating.
“Ow!” He came to a stop near his home, where he lowered her to the ground.
Ashley wasn’t able to catch her balance and she ended up on her ass. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Don’t you see?” he asked.
“See what?” she asked, getting to her feet.
He spun her around, wrapped his arms around her body, and made her look across the forest at his home.
She noticed the leaves had been gathered up and made it look … neat. Ashley had always loved the old alpha’s house, not that she’d ever been invited or visited him while he’d been alive. While her parents were busy, she would wander the woods on her own and explore the outside of his home, which she loved. Even now, the house was beautiful. Set back as some kind of villainous fairy tale’s home, she found it had a certain charm about it.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay.”
She shook her head. “I don’t care.”
“Damn it, Ashley, what will it take?”
She shoved his hands away and spun around to face him. “Everything. Don’t you get that? You think because you’re sticking around this time and showing me a small bit of kindness, you expect me to what, lay down, show you my belly, and thank you for even giving me the tiniest shred of attention?”
He went to open his mouth but she held her finger up to stop him.
“Don’t even think of answering that with a smart-ass answer. I get it. You think … ugh, you think this is easy for me. Do you have any idea what it’s been like these past five years?”
She hated how her voiced wavered. She wasn’t going to cry. She refused to allow those tears to fall. It wasn’t fucking fair. He was so strong. He’d left town, multiple times. He’d gotten on his bike and ridden off into the sunset like it was nothing. All the time she had to focus on his cutting words of rejection. She had to live with being the first woman and wolf to have been rejected.
“Do you know you ruined one of the best days of my life? I was riding high from my transition. Not only had I graduated high school, I’d gotten through my transition. I was a wolf, finally. I had my place in the pack. The beer tasted rancid, but from everything that happened, I felt sick.”
“A wolf’s first time is hard,” Phoenix said.
“So I left. I … I think I felt you before you were cruel to me. Before you said what you did. Before you rejected me. I felt you, and then, what were you going to do?” she asked. “Strangle me? Get rid of the evidence that you had a fucking fat mate?”
Phoenix frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t do that,” she said.
“I’m not doing anything. I never once told you, you were fat.”
Ruin needs to kill a woman. A beautiful woman with blue eyes and raven hair. And he has no idea why.
He is the one they call when they need to clean up a mess. He’s the bogeyman. But Callie Lawson is one target he doesn’t think he can handle. Why would a mafia capo want her dead? She’s a woman who has nothing and no one—a mundane existence that involves knitting. That’s all. He has to find everything out about her. He can’t get Callie out of his mind. And he can’t kill her.
Before losing her parents years ago, Callie promised her mother she would try to live her life. For the longest time she avoided it all, but not anymore. When a mysterious man sits with her and asks for her help knitting, Callie is struck by the handsome stranger.
Callie has never fallen in love but when it comes to Ruin, he makes her feel everything. He makes her want to live. What will happen when the truth comes out? Will Ruin be able to save Callie from the monsters, or will he end up being the one to kill her?
Excerpt:
It didn’t take Ruin long to get the bolts installed. He’d put the screwdrivers in his car and all the equipment he’d needed to get her apartment safe, not that a few bolts would truly protect her, but it was a start. Once he finished, he checked to make sure they all worked, and was happy with it. He stood up, picked up the empty bags, and turned toward her. She had gone and made him a second cup of coffee and she held it for him.
“You didn’t need to do that.”
Ruin took the coffee from her and placed the empty bags in her hands. She left and he followed her to the kitchen. She tossed the bags into a trash bin. He also spotted she had a recycle bin as well.
“You couldn’t install them, and what kind of a gentleman would I be if I left you here at risk?”
She frowned. “I’ve been living here for years and I’ve been fine.”
“Luck runs out, Callie.”
Her lips opened and closed. He wanted them around his cock, sucking him in deep.
“Oh, er, how much do I owe you for the tools?”
He put the coffee on the counter and stepped toward her. She moved back and he got in close so that he stood right in front of her. “How about a kiss?”
“A kiss? You had to kiss for the tools?”
He chuckled. “No, I paid money for the tools, but trust me, I’d be getting a better deal.”
“You would?”
“Yes.”
“How?” she asked.
He reached out and stroked some of the hair behind her ear. “Because I know how good those lips taste and I want another one, Callie.” Ruin cupped her cheek and ran his thumb across her lips. “They are so tempting. They’re designed to be kissed.” He released a little groan. “Didn’t you like our kiss last night?”
He had a feeling she did, judging by how red her cheeks were.
“Yes. I did.”
“So what is wrong with me kissing you?”
“Nothing, but I don’t want you to be out of pocket for the tools.”
“I won’t be. All I want is a kiss.” He leaned in close, giving her a chance to tell him no. He wouldn’t force her. He would never take what she wasn’t willing to give.
Callie’s gaze was on him and he could feel her breath. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pulled her in close and slammed his lips down on hers. Her lips were like heaven.
Her hands went to his shoulders, gripping him tightly.
With his other hand, he grabbed her ass, pulling her against him, not wanting to let her go. Loving the feel of her next to his body. Why did she have to change out of the negligee? It would have been so easy to strip her naked, to fuck her, to take what he wanted. He couldn’t wait to see her tits, to spread her thighs open, taste her cunt, lick every single inch of her. Ruin wanted to hear her scream his name, beg him not to stop. He wanted so fucking much from her.
Breaking the kiss, he stared into her eyes. They were closed to start with, but she opened them. “Is that so wrong?” he asked. “To have a kiss?”
She shook her head.
“Callie?”
“Yes.”
“I want to touch you.”
“Oh.”
He took hold of her wrist and slid it from his shoulder moving down his chest, and even further still. He paused when her palm was at the top of his jeans.
“And I want you to touch me as well.”
Her teeth sank into her lip, and he saw the nerves playing out across her face. Callie was so open, so expressive. Her cheeks were a deep shade of red. She was a little panicked but he saw the flash of excitement in her eyes.
She wanted this.
He wanted this.
Moving her hand down, he placed her palm flat on his rock-hard cock. She gasped and he cupped her tit in his palm. Her eyes went wide as he stroked his thumb back and forth across her hard nipple. She wasn’t wearing a padded bra. He imagined something lacy, something sexy.
“Do you like that?”
She jerked her head in a yes.
“Good.” Her palm remained still against his cock. “You can move your hand. You can touch me.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Her virginity turned him on again.
“Then do whatever you like. I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”
This past year has flown by so fast, but I’m not going to dwell on what I didn’t get to write last year, and instead, focus on the books I plan to write this coming year. There will be a lot of MC ( at least my muse is feeling MC right now, but that could change), Mafia, including series like Chaos and Carnage, Hell’s Bastards MC, The Skulls: Next Generation, The Denton Family Legacy, and so …. so …. so many more. 🙂 I’m currently working on Grant’s story from Chaos and Carnage.
What books would you like to see on my coming soon page?
I want to say a big thank you to everyone for this past year. You have all been incredible and it has been so amazing to hear from you all. It means a lot to me that you have enjoyed my books and they have helped you in some way. I absolutely love writing and creating stories and characters that stick with you. It really is a dream come true.
In the next couple of days, you might get a few emails from me, but please know I don’t intend to bombard your inbox. I’ve got a release coming up, as well as my birthday, which I want to say to please keep a look out early January (as this is my birthday), and I will be running a giveaway here as well as in my Facebook group.
Thank you all so much for stopping by, reading my books, these posts, and just being amazing.
