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Monster Bully


From the moment Grim looks at Eve, he knows he wants her. All of his life, he has only known true evil. It was why he was able to rise the ranks and become the man that he is today. No one dared to betray him. If they did, they only knew him to be cruel, a true monster—a bully.

All she did was help a stranger. A man with a flat tire.

One date turned into another, and now, she is married to the love of her life. Only, Grim is not who he says he is.

One year, Eve thought she was married to a respectable business man called Graham. He’s called Grim, and there is nothing good about him. She now knows the truth. He is a dangerous man, and she wants a divorce. The only problem is, she is still in love with him. He is no different from the man she married.

Grim will not let her go without a fight. But while focusing on his wife, an enemy has risen up. When they threaten his wife, there is no holding back. He promised his wife he would protect her. Anyone who threatens her, will be dead.

Will Eve be able to forgive and finally accept who her husband is?

They had found her once, and she had no doubt unlike the cabin, he had men patrolling the grounds. She wouldn’t be able to make her escape quite so easily.

Moving along the corridor, she headed toward the stairs, and there was no sign of anyone. She knew from experience that the steps didn’t have a single squeak. Most of the house didn’t make a sound when she moved around. The moment she was clear of the stairs, she went to the door, and of course she tried the handle and it was locked.

Gritting her teeth, she spun around and then let out a gasp as Grim was there, an apron covering his clearly expensive suit. She didn’t know why she hadn’t realized the quality of his clothes. He had spent a small fortune on her own clothes. Even though she had taken off in her jeans and ratty old t-shirt that had indeed seen better days. Much better days.

“All the doors are locked. The windows are bolted. Snow is on the ground, and it’s cold out. I have men walking the perimeter and I have cameras everywhere,” Grim said. “You will not get lucky this time.”

She gritted her teeth. “Do you think this is funny?”

“Do I look like I’m laughing?”

She glared at him. “I don’t think this is funny.”

“Neither do I. Do you have any idea what people would do, what my enemies would do to you if they ever got ahold of you?” he asked. He moved toward her, and then blocked her against the door and his rock-hard body.

There was nowhere for her to go. No place to make her escape.

Her mouth went dry, and she licked her lips, trying to calm her racing heart, as well as something else. She felt that tug between her thighs.

There was no way she could be aroused by what he was doing. No way in hell, and yet that was exactly what was happening, which was insane. Eve couldn’t help it. She was attracted to her husband and she still loved him. She still wanted him, and that was her shame. Eve didn’t know how to fight it, or if she even wanted to.

“They’d let me go to the police.”

“You’re a fool if you think that’s what they would do.” He didn’t move his hands away from where they had landed either side of her head.

She lifted her gaze to his and waited.

“They would torture you and use you against me to get what they wanted. They would try to destroy me, and they would do it for fun.” He moved in a little closer. “And you have absolutely no idea what I would do to anyone who tried to hurt you, do you? You don’t know how I would make them suffer.”

She closed her eyes as his face pressed against her neck. It felt so good.

Biting down on her lip, she tried to contain the pleasured moans that were so close. She had always loved it when he devoted time to her neck. The feel of his tongue gliding across the flesh, and then the small bite of pain as he used his teeth. It was enough to drive her insane with need, with longing.

Even now, when she wanted to hate him for all the lies and manipulation, she just couldn’t bring herself to. She was a horrible person.

He let out a groan. It was a deep guttural sound. “I know you, Eve. I know your body, and I am trying to be a good man here. But I know you love it when I touch you. I know you love it when I kiss your neck and even nibble on your pulse, right here.” His teeth grazed that spot and she couldn’t help but moan. “And those sounds. They’re enough to drive a man to distraction, Eve.”

She loved the sounds he made as well, like he couldn’t control himself. Even though he was always able to.

“Tell me to stop, Eve.”

She opened her mouth, about to tell him exactly that, but then nothing came out. Did she want him to stop?

“Fuck, Eve.” He pressed his body against her and she felt the hard ridge of his cock against her stomach. He was so close.

She felt an answering heat between her thighs. She wanted to beg him for more, but even those words failed her.

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From the moment Grim looks at Eve, he knows he wants her. All of his life, he has only known true evil. It was why he was able to rise the ranks and become the man that he is today. No one dared to betray him. If they did, they only knew him to be cruel, a true monster—a bully.

All she did was help a stranger. A man with a flat tire.

One date turned into another, and now, she is married to the love of her life. Only, Grim is not who he says he is.

One year, Eve thought she was married to a respectable business man called Graham. He’s called Grim, and there is nothing good about him. She now knows the truth. He is a dangerous man, and she wants a divorce. The only problem is, she is still in love with him. He is no different from the man she married.

Grim will not let her go without a fight. But while focusing on his wife, an enemy has risen up. When they threaten his wife, there is no holding back. He promised his wife he would protect her. Anyone who threatens her, will be dead.

Will Eve be able to forgive and finally accept who her husband is?

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Age Gap Bad Boy Hells Bastards M.C New Release Sam Crescent

Hunter

Hells Bastard’s 5

He is willing to do whatever it takes to claim her …


Only, he doesn’t.


Harlow doesn’t know why she is drawn to Hunter. She doesn’t even like him at times, but he’s her secret crush, and not only that … she has fallen in love with him. She knows it’s a recipe for disaster, but she cannot control her feelings.


Hunter knows it’s getting serious, so there is only one thing he can do, break it off with her, and that is exactly what he does.


Devasted, alone, and in danger, Harlow knows she can never tell anyone what happened between her and Hunter. She has to deal with a broken heart. The only problem is, someone else does know, and when they make the club aware, it destroys everything. Harlow has no choice but to turn her back on the club, on her friends, and try to start a new life. Who can she trust?


For Hunter, he has realized too late that he is in love with Harlow. He wants the mouthy little vegan all to himself, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to claim her. But, will he be able to save her, or will it be too late?

“Call this my treat,” he said.

Harlow looked up. “I can pay for my own food.”

“And what kind of brother would I be if I didn’t look out for you?” he asked.

“You’re not my brother.”

“That’s true. There’s no way I could be a brother with what I want to do to you.” He stared her in the eyes, but knew her cheeks had gone a delightful shade of red. She looked stunning.

He pulled out his wallet and slid enough money to pay for their food, as well as a tip. Even though he’d rejected the waitress this time, it would stop her from spitting in his food the next, especially if he was a good tipper.

Harlow sighed and got to her feet. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

Hunter intended to finish his burger.

“Do you see me as a brother?” Hunter asked.

He knew he should let her leave. Harlow was doing the smart thing in putting some distance between them, while he was doing the fucking dumb thing of making her stick around.

Picking up his burger, he took another bite. He was starving, and he knew he wasn’t just hungry for food, but for the gorgeous brunette in front of him.

The question did the trick, as she slowly lowered back down in her chair. He knew people were watching but he also knew they didn’t have a clue what was going on right now. Harlow was Big Dick’s little sister, and part of the club, as was he. No one would question the two of them being together, neither would his club brother.

He was playing by the rules, but if they knew what he was thinking about, there would be bloodshed, he had no doubt about that.

“What?” she asked.

“Do you see me as a brother, because if you do, you need to get yourself … some therapy, because that is no way to kiss a brother.”

He was taunting her on purpose, he just couldn’t help it.

She looked so cute with her red cheeks. The glare she shot his way made his cock hard. He enjoyed her sass. There was no fun in having a doormat in his bed. He had a feeling Harlow would be like fire in his arms. They’d both go up in flames.

“Are you trying to be gross on purpose? Hell, no, I don’t see you as my brother, because you are not my brother.” She folded her arms beneath her chest.

It was a shame it was still winter, because if she’d not been wearing such a thick sweater, he’d be able to see the full curves of her tits. Harlow had a body that was all woman, thick, juicy thighs, large tits, rounded hips. She was a woman who looked like she could take a good fuck and not complain about it hurting.

Some men would say she was on the chunky side, or maybe even fat, but not to him. No, to him, she was all woman, and he didn’t know if that was another reason he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

Harlow was forbidden fruit.

He shouldn’t want her.

He couldn’t have her.

But that didn’t stop him wanting her.

Hunter had a feeling Harlow wanted him as well.

And that meant they both had a problem.

“That’s right,” he said. “Because no brother wants to take his sister, strip her naked, and fuck her until she can’t remember her own name.”

He watched her, and he was surprised to see there didn’t appear to be a reaction. All he saw was the flush working its way into her cheeks, and then he watched as she gently licked her lips, as if she was thinking of doing something dirty.

“Some sick fucks might,” Harlow said.

Hunter couldn’t help but laugh. “True, so very true, but trust me, baby, I’m not one of them. You’re not my sister. You will never be my sister, but that does make you a woman I want to enjoy.”

Silence fell between them.

He’d made his intentions clear.

When he rode into town, he had no intention of seeking out this woman, nor did he intend to talk to her, or proposition her. This had all become part of his split-second decision now. He knew it was a big mistake.

Big Dick would fucking kill him, but the fact was, he didn’t have to know. This was between him and Harlow. Their little secret. He had a feeling she wouldn’t want her brother interfering in their problems. Harlow was a strong, independent woman, she could make her own choices.

“What are you doing?” Harlow asked.

“Simple. I’m making a choice right now. If you want to see where this leads, then call me. You have my number.” He’d already coded it into her cell phone during the Christmas period. He should probably warn her about leaving her personal items unattended. It was so easy for him to look at her things, to snoop into her life.

“Just as easy as that?”

He finished off his burger and looked at her. “It can be easy or hard, but that decision will be up to you. Not me.”

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Hunter (Hell’s B**tards MC) is coming Tuesday February 27th!!!

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Blurb

Hunter is not a nice man. ​​​​​​​

He is used to enjoying the fruits of married women—they are easy to leave and don’t expect any kind of relationship from him. Harlow is one of his club brother’s little sisters. She’s young, and he should stay well away from her.

Only, he doesn’t.

Harlow doesn’t know why she is drawn to Hunter. She doesn’t even like him at times, but he’s her secret crush, and not only that … she has fallen in love with him. She knows it’s a recipe for disaster, but she cannot control her feelings.

Hunter knows it’s getting serious, so there is only one thing he can do, break it off with her, and that is exactly what he does.

Devasted, alone, and in danger, Harlow knows she can never tell anyone what happened between her and Hunter. She has to deal with a broken heart. The only problem is, someone else does know, and when they make the club aware, it destroys everything. Harlow has no choice but to turn her back on the club, on her friends, and try to start a new life. Who can she trust?

For Hunter, he has realized too late that he is in love with Harlow. He wants the mouthy little vegan all to himself, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to claim her. But, will he be able to save her, or will it be too late?

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Catch up – Newsletter for December and January

Hi everyone,

I hope you had an amazing Christmas.

Wow, 2023 is coming to a close, and what a year it has been with so many releases, which you will be able to see down below on this post. I absolutely adored writing every single one of these books. There is no way for me to pick a favorite. What about you? Which of my releases was your favorite of 2023?

This past year, for me, has certainly been a journey. I’m so happy with the books that I got to write, but also a little saddened as there are so many books on my list that I want to bring to you guys. So 2024 is just around the corner, and I for one, cannot wait to get started as my plans to write begin once again. I intend to have some oldies, some favorites, but also a lot of new stuff. I ask this on Facebook often, but I’m wondering, what would you love to see on my coming soon page?

Thank you for all of your loving support this past year. Your comments, messages, and emails have all been read and loved. Thank you all so so much, for reaching out to me. It means so much to me that my books and writing have been able to help you in any way, or simply enjoyed for the few hours that it brings. 

I will not keep you too long with this email. I wanted to let you all know that there won’t be a giveaway this time, as my birthday is in early January, and I will be sharing a post with my birthday giveaway to it, so please do keep an eye. 🙂

Thank you all so much, take care, stay safe, Happy New Year.

Sam

Released in December

Look back at 2023 (so many pretty covers 🙂 )

But look who’s turned 10 (oh my)

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Congratulations to every one who won in the big annual Christmas giveaway, and thank you to everyone for taking part

Like I mentioned above, no giveaway this time, but please check back very soon, as my birthday is just around the corner.

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Sold to the Enemy

Crave and Claimed 5

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Crave and Claimed, 5

The moment Drago Jones sees Selma, he knows he wants her. There’s only one problem—she’s his enemy’s daughter. With his reputation, It’s not too hard to get Kent to offer up his kid, giving Drago exactly what he wants.

Selma knew her father wasn’t a good man. As soon as she could, she ran from him, and tried to live a life of love and compassion, giving back to those that needed her. Now, she’s away from the only life she has loved, married to a stranger. All she knows is that her father feared Drago. What does this man want with her? Will she be able to survive it?

Drago craves his woman. He intends to build a life with her, have a family. Something he never thought he wanted.
But now, he does—with Selma. What will happen when she is faced with the ultimate choice?

Be Warned: anal sex


Excerpt:

“What do you mean, to be yours?” Selma asked.

She didn’t want to be locked away in the bedroom again, or bored out of her mind. For as long as she could remember, she had always been busy. She’d always been active, much to her babysitters’ and tutors’ annoyance.

It had been a long time since she’d been so bored. She loved reading books, but they had always been something for her to do at the end of the night, to fall asleep to.

Drago looked at her. “What do you think it means?”

“Well, technically, I already belong to you. I mean, if that’s what you think marriage is all about.”

“I want you to be mine, Selma. I’m not looking for a marriage on paper. I want us to be together. I want to fuck you, make love to you, and share everything with you. I want to explore your body and spend hours with you screaming my name.”

Selma’s mouth fell open. She never had anyone speak to her so boldly. This was insane.

“I’m a virgin!” She didn’t know why she had blurted that out. “How am I supposed to do any of that when I don’t know how?”

She dropped her fork and slapped her hand across her mouth. How could she have been so foolish as to tell him the truth?

Since her father was a feared man with guards around all the time, and she was shy, there had been no boyfriends, no lovers, no nothing. All she had were books, and yes, some of them might have been a little steamy or even be described as erotic, but they were still hot. They certainly made her a little hot under the collar.

Now, though, she didn’t know what to do. The only kiss she had shared with a man was the one she had with Drago, after the priest declared them husband and wife. That was all.

Drago got to his feet and moved to step behind her. She gasped as his fingers stroked her hair back from her face and neck. He teased the strands beneath his fingers, and then caressed her neck. Before she could ask him what he was doing, his lips were on her neck, and he kissed her, hard.

She whimpered as she tensed up, but then she felt the pleasure rush through her body. Her nipples tightened and a flush of arousal seeped between her thighs.

Drago used his teeth to nibble on her neck, and then suck on the flesh. She couldn’t help but close her eyes. This felt so good. It was even better than it was described in the books. She didn’t want it to stop, but then, like all good things, it did … stop.

“Then how about you trust me and I show you?” Drago said.

Selma turned her head and was once again struck by his eyes. They were so perfect and blue, sharp, and light. She couldn’t stop looking at him.

“You’d teach me?”

“Yes. I would teach you everything you wanted to know and more.”

The temptation was too strong.

You’re married to him.

He is your husband.

“Will you kill me?” she asked.

As questions go, it felt like a foolish one. Who asked their husbands if they intended to kill them. Selma had never considered herself to be foolish, but she had always asked questions, even when she didn’t want the true answers. She looked at him, waiting.

Drago reached out. She didn’t know if she should flinch away from his touch, but why would she? Drago had never hurt her. He’d never raised his hand. He’d been kind and considerate to her, apart from threatening her father with death if she didn’t marry him, but that was all in the past.

Her father had been more than willing to hand her over to his enemy to save his own life. She didn’t know the full details, but she knew it wasn’t complicated. George had opted for his daughter to take his place. And so she paid his price.

Did she hate him for it? She wasn’t sure. Right now, she didn’t have the best feelings when it came to her father. She had nothing.

But, she was living with Drago. He was her husband, she was his wife. Did she want to spend her time alone in a bedroom, or try to make a go of it with this man? She didn’t have the answers, but who did?

He cupped her cheek and she looked into his eyes, not wanting to look away. What was it about his eyes that she found so magical?

“I will never kill you. I will never hurt you. I will always take care of you,” he said.

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Age Gap Bad Boy Christmas M.C Sam Crescent Standalone

Naughty and Nice

Blurb

Willow Storm is all alone. After her father passes away, he leaves her with the bar that he loved the most in life. She didn’t have a good relationship with her father. He was an asshole and a drunk, but with nothing holding her back, she packs up and returns to his bar.

She expects the place to be run down, but her father actually kept the bar in great working order. So, she intends to make it thrive. One Christmas Eve, as she is about to close for the night, a strange man in a leather cut shows up.

Rebel Constantine knew Willow would return, but he didn’t expect the curvy beauty she’d become. She’s feisty and full of attitude. He is going to possess her. He makes a vow that in one year, she is going to belong to him, and he is going to have her begging and screaming for him.

Willow intends to reject him. But for a whole year, Rebel is there and she cannot deny her attraction to him anymore.

The following Christmas, Willow falls into him. They will only have Christmas together and that is all. But will that ever be enough?

But it’s not just one time, it is lots of times, and Willow finds herself falling for her rough biker. She loves it when he is naughty and when he’s nice.

He has a club to get back to. There is no room in his life for her, or is there?

Excerpt:

Stepping around the bar, she grabbed the whiskey off the top shelf, glancing in the mirror to keep an eye on him, and then went to the bar and started to pour him a shot. She was rarely generous with the good stuff, but she had a feeling if she was sparse with him, he wouldn’t be happy.

“There you go.”

The guy she assumed was called Rebel didn’t sit, but put one of his hands flat on the counter, picked up the glass, and then knocked it back, giving out a little sigh of appreciation. Everyone else she had seen drink this had taken their time, or even winced at the spice as it burned their throat.

“Another.”

She did as she was asked, pouring him another drink. This time, he didn’t chug it back, but looked at her. Willow hoped she wasn’t blushing. It would be a nightmare if he thought she was embarrassed or had a crush, or was even attracted to him. She knew one of them to be true, but that was beside the point. He shouldn’t know the true answer.

As she folded her arms across her chest, Rebel chuckled.

“He said you had an attitude a mile long.”

“Who did?” Willow asked.

“Your dad.”

This made her pause. She had no idea her father even talked about her behind her back. Why would he talk about her? He’d been disappointed in her for a long time and didn’t even acknowledge her existence. That seemed to be her father’s trait—pretending she didn’t exist, so he didn’t have to deal with the fact his wife, her mother, had left them both.

The divorce papers had sent her father over the edge, and it had cemented their stalemate relationship.

“He shouldn’t have been talking about me,” she said. She moved away to go and do anything that involved her hands, and not talking to him.

“Why not?” Rebel asked. “You’re his daughter.”

“My father’s dead, so please enjoy your drink, because it’s nearly closing time.”

Rebel chuckled. “Sassy, I like it.”

Willow had heard enough. She didn’t want to think about the guilt that ate away at her each time she thought of her dad. There were so many times she wanted to come home, to make up for lost time, to try and make it work, but she always found some excuse not to work it, and now there was no chance of them ever mending bridges.

Her father was gone and was never coming back. She didn’t need this … biker, to remind her of that.

Rounding the bar, she made her way toward the door, and Rebel gave another little chuckle that set her nerves on end.

“Leave!”

Rebel threw back his whiskey and slapped the glass down on the bar. She thought the sheer force of it might shatter the glass, but it didn’t.

Rebel walked slowly toward her. Willow tried not to pay attention to the walk, or the way he looked at her. There was no disgust or any indication he was pissed off. She didn’t know how she had done it, but he actually looked entertained by her.

She was ready to kick his ass out, but Rebel took another step toward her. For some strange reason she didn’t feel afraid.

“You know, he said you had attitude, but he didn’t say anything about how fucking sexy you are.”

“He was my dad,” Willow said.

Did this man find her sexy? No, she shouldn’t care.

“True, and that kind of shit is messed up.” Rebel gave a groan of approval. “I’ll let you kick me out this time, but I promise you, Willow Storm, by next Christmas, you are going to be screaming my name and begging me for more.”

“Get lost, creep.”

Rebel gripped her waist and pulled her in close.

“Not a creep.” He slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her hard, taking her by surprise.

At first, she didn’t kiss him back, because she was a little shocked that he had taken a kiss and not asked permission first. This wasn’t a soft kiss—it was hard, firm, demanding, and Willow loved every second of it. She couldn’t help but kiss him back.

Rebel was the one to break the kiss first.

“And the name is Rebel Constantine. You better get used to it.”


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Willow Storm is all alone. After her father passes away, he leaves her with the bar that he loved the most in life. She didn’t have a good relationship with her father. He was an asshole and a drunk, but with nothing holding her back, she packs up and returns to his bar.

She expects the place to be run down, but her father actually kept the bar in great working order. So, she intends to make it thrive. One Christmas Eve, as she is about to close for the night, a strange man in a leather cut shows up.

Rebel Constantine knew Willow would return, but he didn’t expect the curvy beauty she’d become. She’s feisty and full of attitude. He is going to possess her. He makes a vow that in one year, she is going to belong to him, and he is going to have her begging and screaming for him.

Willow intends to reject him. But for a whole year, Rebel is there and she cannot deny her attraction to him anymore.

The following Christmas, Willow falls into him. They will only have Christmas together and that is all. But will that ever be enough?

But it’s not just one time, it is lots of times, and Willow finds herself falling for her rough biker. She loves it when he is naughty and when he’s nice.

He has a club to get back to. There is no room in his life for her, or is there?

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Brute’s Revenge

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Brute has vowed to kill all of the Golubev Bratva. They are the enemy and he has formed a group of men, an MC, who want nothing more than to see them all fall.

When Faith Dawson goes on a date from hell for her mother, she had no idea it was going to end up getting her kidnapped. She tried to hide the fact her grandfather is Sergey Golubev, but there is no hiding anything.

The man who has taken her knows who she is. In this war, there is never any chance for survivors. It is well known that Sergey adores his granddaughter, and Brute wants to see how far he’s willing to go to protect her.

When Sergey offers a trade, Faith for one of his men, he has no choice but to take it. He has no interest in Faith—she was a means to an end, and so, he sends her off.

Brute may have released her, but when he learns of her upcoming marriage to a trafficker, he cannot just let it happen. He takes her. Faith will belong to him. But Brute knows it is only a matter of time until Sergey retaliates. He will be ready. Until then, he was going to have his fun with Faith. She has gotten under his skin and seeped into his heart. There is no turning back.

Excerpt:

Brute stepped into the room, and this time he didn’t close it behind him. He surprised her even more by lowering down on one knee and gripping her ankle. Only one was secure to the bed, and she shouldn’t care what it meant or how it felt, but there was a spark when he touched her. A sudden bolt of heat traveled up her leg and spread throughout her whole body.

She gritted her teeth and took a long, deep breath.

It was fine. Perfectly fine. This meant nothing.

She couldn’t help but think about the kiss and then she felt like even more of a fool. The kiss had meant nothing. He had only done it to silence her. She knew that, as did he. He wasn’t pining for her. The kiss was a means to an end.

Don’t trust him.

She took a deep breath as the lock releasing seemed to echo around the room.

The chain around her ankle slid down and she was finally free. She had a few seconds where she thought about making a run for it, but she had told him she wouldn’t. She’d never break her word.

Brute stood up and he was so close. She had no choice but to take a step back. She tilted her head and looked up into his blue eyes. They looked so beautiful and yet, she knew the man behind them was nothing like his eyes. He was the Devil. There was no doubt about it. She couldn’t trust him, or this newfound kindness, if it was even that.

He held out his hand. “You’re going to have to take it.”

Looking at his hand, she wanted to tell him no, but what was wrong with touching him? She was never going to forget he was the enemy, so she placed her hand within his and ignored the bolt of heat that traveled up her body.

It didn’t matter. None of this mattered.

She took another deep breath, one she hoped he didn’t hear, and then followed him out of the cell.

This would be the first time she had stepped foot out of it—apart from using the bathroom, but that didn’t count—since he placed her inside. She didn’t have on any shoes or socks and the ground felt different. It was slightly smoother out of the cell.

He moved to the set of steps and Brute went up first. He didn’t let go of her hand, but she didn’t see anything romantic in his grip. She was still his prisoner, at his mercy.

He opened the door and there was noise as they entered the main house again. The door had opened into a section of the kitchen.

Stepping through but staying behind Brute, she couldn’t help but glance up, and she saw a couple of people. None of them she recognized. They all looked disgusted and placed hands over their noses and mouths. She smelled really bad.

Brute didn’t linger, he was already walking her out of the kitchen.

Her face heated at the reaction of the people they passed. This wasn’t good or fun or nice. This was horrible. She didn’t know if she’d rather be kept in her cell in the basement and just have buckets of warm water thrown on her. That might be better than having to deal with this humiliation. She hated it. They were all cruel.

She bowed her head so she didn’t have to witness their reactions and only looked up when the floor changed and she was standing on linoleum. Never in her life had she felt so pleased to be standing on a different kind of floor.

She was an idiot. How dare they? It wasn’t like the clubhouse was in any good working order. With nothing to protect her feet, she felt how sticky the floor was, how unkept it was, and yet they treated her that way. I stink really bad.

The door to the bathroom closed and she heard another lock, which made her look up to see that Brute had locked them both inside the bathroom.

“You’re going to watch me?” she asked.

“I’ve got to make sure you don’t try anything stupid. Now, you choose—shower or bath?”

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Bratva Bully

Galina is about to marry a monster. A bully. The guy who made most of her high school life miserable.

Mikhail Belsky is the son of the man who rules the Belsky Bratva. He’s a dangerous man, but what he wants, he gets. When it comes to Galina, he will not allow her to marry anyone else. She will belong to him. Gone are the cruel jokes, the mocking laughter, and in its place is a man determined to have her at his side.

Mikhail has never hated Galina. He bullied her because he couldn’t have her. When he learned who Galina was meant to marry, he knew he couldn’t allow her to fall to that fate, so he gave his father an ultimatum.

If his father wanted the Belsky Bratva to flourish, then he’d get Galina, but if his father gave her to someone else, Mikhail would see to it that the Belsky name crumbled.

Galina belongs to him.

In a shocking twist of events, she and Mikhail were the same age, well, a year apart. She was twenty-one, Mikhail was twenty-two, but she already knew he was considered one of the scariest men around. Rumor had it, he had his first kill at twelve years old. The circumstances surrounding that kill were a little confusing, but even still, she had looked in those eyes while he’d been threatening her, and known. His eyes were those of a killer.

For years this man had bullied her.

They didn’t go to a normal school, but one specifically for members of the Bratva, known as Belsky High. Yep, the school was owned by him, so no matter what he did or said, Mikhail was in charge. Teachers were afraid of him. They had no choice but to go to a private school, because the Belsky Bratva trusted no one. They rarely allowed outsiders in, and if an outsider went to high school with them, they were in for a rough ride.

Mikhail had hated her on sight. She didn’t know if it was because of the way she looked, seeing as she wasn’t a slender blonde, but even at a young age, she’d been … fat. Ugh, she hated that word, even her mother hated that word, and insisted she wasn’t fat, she was curvy.

She heard a lot of people talking, and knew many insisted she was fat.

Mikhail, her future husband, grabbed her hand and locked their fingers together. She had no choice but to follow his lead, as he lifted their raised hands.

The Nikitins and Belskys had always been close. Their fathers were the best of friends, and she had gotten used to Mikhail being around her home quite regularly. Mikhail was friends with her brother Peter, even though there was a five-year age gap, and Peter was the older of the two.

Boris, Mikhail’s father, was suddenly there, nudging them onto the dance floor. This was the last thing she wanted. Her smile was starting to hurt her face.

The music started up, something slow, romantic, which made Mikhail put his arms around her and pull her close. She wanted to cringe.

“I never knew you would look forward to marrying me,” Mikhail said.

There was nothing she could do while they had an audience. Her mother had told her to be very careful with her stance, especially at events like these. There were too many vultures waiting to surface, and she had no choice but to keep a smile on her face and look like the doting, loving, fiancée she’d become.

“I don’t want to marry you. Trust me, this is not for me at all.”

He leaned in close and tutted against her ear. “Come on, Galina, you don’t have to be that way. I always knew back in high school you were tempted by me. You couldn’t resist me.”

“In your dreams.”

“And now your dreams are becoming a reality.”

She wasn’t going to slap him. Her parents would be so pissed with her if she did. Mikhail was doing this on purpose to get a rise out of her.

On the night of their engagement party, her father had told her they were going to a formal event. From the moment they walked through the main doors, it had been one surprise after another.

Galina tried to ignore him, but Mikhail had always been a master at getting under her skin.

“You know what this means?” Mikhail asked.

“What?”

“That I was right when I said one day soon, I was going to fuck you until you begged and screamed for it. I was right.”

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