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Killer of Kings Book, 7

Killer of Kings, 7

Even the killer of kings can’t hide from love forever…

Boss’s underground empire has a ruthless reputation for getting the job done. He’s at the top of his game, has more money than he could ever spend, and is feared by his enemies. Then why does his life feel so empty? He decides he needs more challenges, so he puts his energy into new contracts while investigating why innocent people around his city are dropping dead by the dozens.

Graciella made a huge mistake and needs to remedy the problem. To finance her mission, she’s forced into a lifelong debt to a madman. Still, she’s more worried about Boss finding out what she’s done. He’s known for doling out swift, brutal justice, and she’s already on his shit list.

They’re forced to team up to find the men behind an evil plot, or one of the Killer of King’s men may not come out alive. Graciella wants to clean up her mess and disappear—but Boss won’t let her slip away so easily. He demands more from her than she’s capable of giving. Not all girls deserve the happily ever after.

Be Warned: anal sex

Excerpt: 

One thing he wasn’t interested in was a conversation with his date. He should have skipped dinner and went straight to fucking.

As he zoned out, staring at the candle lights flickering on the tables, something caught his eye. A flash of bright red. He focused for a second and immediately sat up straight in his seat. It was Graciella Moreno. At the same restaurant as him?

She did a quick sideways glance in his direction as a man pulled out the chair for her. Her sly smile was proof she’d seen him first.

“Are you okay?” asked his date.

He wanted to tell her to fuck right off, his attention riveted on the beauty a few tables over. Instead, he pushed the breadbasket in her direction and told her to eat up. It was a while later when Graciella stood up, excusing herself from the two-person table.

Boss had been monitoring them the entire night. He kept track of everything. Who the fuck was her date? Was he a mark or was this personal? He kept imagining choking the life out him, then emptying a clip into him for good measure.

Widow Maker walked in his direction. Her red dress looked like velvet, trailing all the way to her ankles, the side slit reaching just below her left hip. Her lips matched the dress, her long black hair pinned to one side with a diamond clip. Boss swallowed hard.

“Imagine finding you here,” said Graciella, leaning over the table, a clutch purse in her hand. He had no doubt it carried a gun. The dress barely contained her tits as she faced him.

“Imagine,” he echoed.

Graciella glanced at his date, then back to him. “Nice. Fiancée?”

“No,” he said. “Just a friend.”

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Graciella asked.

Did she realize he didn’t know her name? “I wouldn’t want to take time away from your date.”

She nodded. “You’re right. I better get back to him before he worries.”

“Nice meeting you,” she said to the girl. Graciella stood up straight. “You should be careful about being so predictable, Boss. It could be your downfall.” She winked and sauntered off like a fucking queen. He watched the sway of her hips, the confidence and grace in the way she carried herself. She was a true professional, and any mark would be helpless under her wiles. No doubt she’d be pissed with him tomorrow.

“Who was that?”

“Nobody.”

How was he supposed to eat now? His appetite had vanished the moment he noticed her in the restaurant. He went through the motions, ordered, and picked at the food. All the while, keeping tabs on Graciella. She kept laughing at the man’s jokes, touching his arm, and making sure to look over at him once in a while with those evil eyes.

Never in his life had he felt jealousy for a woman—until tonight.

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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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Killer of Kings, 4

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Killer of Kings 3

He’s a killer. She’s raising his son. He’s coming back for both of them.

June’s used to living life in survival mode. With no family support or husband, it’s been up to her to raise her ten-year-old son on her own. It’s not easy, especially when she has a living reminder of the only man she ever loved. But that asshole walked out on her without warning, leaving her brokenhearted and pregnant. When he reappears back into her life a decade later, she’s no longer a naive young girl, and not ready to throw herself into his arms—no matter how tempting that might be.

Killian’s biggest regret in life is falling in love on the job. It wasn’t supposed to happen, and the only honorable thing he could do was walk away. Everything he’d told June was a lie, and she deserved better than a hitman for hire. When they cross paths years later, he’s blindsided when he discovers he’s a father. It’s a challenge to earn June’s love and trust after the lies and disappearing act, but he’s not letting her go this time. He’ll prove to her in more ways than one that she’s his woman. When an unknown threat puts a hit out on Killian’s new family, the Irish assassin is ready to send them all to hell in the name of love.

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When the bed dipped beside June, she jumped out, gasping. She held her hands into fists, ready to hurt anyone who came near her.
“It’s me, baby. It’s me,” Killian said.
“Killian?”
“Yes. It’s me. There’s no one else around. It’s just me.”
“Thank God!” She jumped on the bed, and threw her arms around his neck. “I thought you were dead. I thought that something bad had happened to you because I didn’t get to go to Boss.”
The moment he touched her, she moaned in a good way. Ten years without his touch, and she was desperate to feel his hands on her.
“Nothing can happen to you,” she said. “Do you hear me? Nothing.”
“I won’t let anything happen to me, baby. I promise. I love you so much.” He breathed her in, and she closed her eyes.
“Does Bain know you’re here?”
“Yeah, he nearly shot one of my nuts off. He’s so damn bad at times.”
“Don’t try to make a joke. I can’t handle a joke right now.”
“Hey.” He cupped her chin. “Everything is going to be okay. I promise.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and she felt like she was drowning. Her pussy was on fire, and she craved his touch more than her next breath.
When she made to push him to the bed, Killian took control, and pressed her against the mattress. He moved between her thighs, and she gasped. His cock was hard as he thrust it against her core.
“I just wanted to hold you.”
“I want you to make love to me, Killian. Please.” She tugged on his shirt, and as he began to take clothes off her body, she did the same with him, needing his bare skin next to hers.
When they were both naked, Killian kissed her once again, only this time he didn’t linger on her lips. He kissed to her neck, then to breasts, sucking one nipple and then the other. She arched up as the sensation of his lips on her tits went straight to her clit.
“Your body is fucking beautiful, baby. So beautiful.”
Down his lips went, stroking over her stomach before going to her mound. He held her legs spread, and then his tongue slid between her slit. He stroked her clit, gliding down to plunge inside her.
He held the lips of her pussy open, and when she glanced down, he was staring up at her.
“You taste so good.”
“Oh, wow, you feel amazing,” she said. “You’re so good at this.”
“I could live between your legs.”
When he thrust his tongue again inside her, she cried out. It felt great, but she needed his big cock so much more. They had been apart for too long, and they were making up for lost time. Their feelings for each other were the same, but now it was more, deeper. She had no idea she could feel this way about anyone, especially not for Killian.
“I love you, baby,” he said. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
She fisted the blankets beneath her, and as he circled her clit, stroking over the highly sensitive bud, she couldn’t control her orgasm, or prolong it. She hurtled straight to that beautiful place of raw bliss, crying out his name, and giving him everything he ever wanted.
The pleasure rushed through her body, leaving her panting.
Before she had finished, Killian moved over her. She saw him quickly roll on a rubber, and then he was inside her—deep and hard. He took hold of her hands, pressing them above her head as he slammed every inch of his dick to the hilt.
They both groaned.
“You’re all mine. All fucking mine.”

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Killer of Kings 2

No mercy. No pity. No women. 

Bain has always worked solo, refusing to allow anyone to lord over him. His life has been fucked up enough, and he’s learned trust comes with a price. When he finally accepts an invitation to work for Killer of Kings, he regrets the decision after his first contract. It was supposed to be simple, now there’s a curvy little temptation tied up in his basement.

Scarlett struggles to move up in a career where appearances are everything. When she lands a risky interview with a known crime boss, she hopes it will be her big break as a reporter. Instead, she’s caught up in the middle of an assassination and taken hostage by the hitman. She wants to hate the tattooed devil, but finds herself intrigued by his story. Is it the reporter in her wanting to know more…or the woman falling for a broken man?

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“I don’t understand,” she said.

“You asked why I’m alone.” He walked into his bedroom. Bain twirled her chair around, with her still securely on it, as he left the en-suite. “That’s why. I was forced to be with so many different women for so many fucking years that it numbed me. Emotions, love, everything—it’s all gone. Why would I choose to be with a woman now? I just need to be left alone.”

“People can change, recover from unspeakable horrors. I’ve seen it. I know it’s possible.”

He put on black boxer briefs that hugged his hard ass and strong legs. Scarlett watched him walk about the room from the closet to the dresser. He finally tugged on a pair of navy jogging pants but didn’t put on a shirt. She tried not to be too obvious as she snuck in peeks of him. Would he be as hard as he looked? Bain settled on the corner of his king-sized bed, staring at her with such intensity that her words caught in her throat.

“You have no idea the horrors I’ve lived, sweetheart. I promise whatever you’ve been through is a cake walk compared to my shit life.”

“There’s good left in everyone,” she whispered. Scarlett wouldn’t let him drag her down. She’d been fighting depression for too many damn years. She was barely a shell of woman, fragile and empty. She wanted to think positive, to improve herself and move upward—and she firmly believed Bain could do the same.

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Those bastards said I was handsome, irresistible to women. That’s why they used me.” Bain stood and approached her, grabbed the edge of her chair and dragged it back to his bed. He sat back down on his mattress, only a breath between them now. “All that’s changed now,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

Bain took her wrist and placed her palm on his chest. His skin was so firm and warm, her pussy throbbing from just that one touch. “Feel me. Really feel me.”

She wasn’t sure what point he was making until she began to smooth her fingertips over his chest, his shoulders, and then his face. With a gentle caress, she traced all the ridges of old scars she hadn’t really noticed until now. He was covered in them. To say she was shocked would be an understatement.

“Not so handsome anymore, eh? I try to hide this shit with ink, but it’s not the physical scars that bother me the most. They’ve fucked up my head so bad that killing’s the only thing that keeps me sane.”

She swallowed hard. “I think you’re perfect.” The words slipped from her lips before she really thought better. It wasn’t a lie. Bain was the roughest, scariest man she’d ever seen, but also irresistible and hardcore in a way that made her body light up for the first time in her life.

Her hand was still on his cheek, his rough stubble tickling her fingers. She noticed the thick scars under his eye, and she was tempted to kiss it better.

Whatever she thought they’d shared—a moment, a breakthrough—was gone when he bolted to his feet as if her touch scorched him.

He paced back and forth, his chest heaving as if he’d just run a two-minute mile. What had she said to upset him? Had she pegged him wrong? Was he ready to kill? Maybe he was about to prove her wrong once again, just as Jerry and Michael had. She didn’t want to believe it, but maybe some people were beyond redemption. 

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