Blurb

Morgan has been given to a Beast.

She doesn’t remember the wedding. In fact, she doesn’t remember much besides the fact her family tried to get rid of her when she was sick. Now that she has recovered, she’s come to learn two things: all of her family is dead, and she was is married to one of the most feared men in the world.

Carver Turner relished his reputation for being The Beast. He doesn’t care about the fear he instilled into others. He kills without mercy. It’s what he’s been trained to do, and nothing could sway him from doing his job.

Until his wife comes into his life. She’s different. Morgan is sweet, pure, kind, and she doesn’t look away from him in disgust.

Morgan doesn’t know much about her husband, but she has come to see that while he is a beast to everyone else, to her, he is an angel. The sweetest husband a woman could ask for. And then, the danger comes…

Carver challenged the boss when he killed Morgan’s family. He did it for her, because of what they’d done to her. Now, he has to make a choice, either give up his life, or finally kill his longtime enemy. He has never run away from a fight, and he’s not going to start now.

Excerpt:

“I’ve never drank before,” she said. “I don’t think I will like it.”

“Why? Because your family said you wouldn’t?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

He held out his glass. “It’s whiskey, and I will warn you, that sucker is strong, with a capital S.”

She stepped toward him and reached for the glass. Morgan wore a very cute pair of pajama shorts along with a matching top, with flowers on it.

She took a sip and swallowed, and he watched as her eyes watered seconds before the cough erupted. He was sure to take the glass from her hand, as he didn’t want any of his good whiskey going to waste.

“Oh, wow,” she said.

“I might like to add that whiskey is not for everyone,” he said.

“No kidding, wow, that is like fire. How can you enjoy it?”

He shrugged, took a long sip, and then breathed a sigh of contentment. “You’ve got to know when to enjoy it.”

“Where’s my wedding ring?” she asked.

Now, this surprised him.

“I mean, we are married, right? I am your wife?”

“Yes.”

“But I don’t have a ring, and I didn’t know if there was a reason for that.”

He pulled at the chain around his neck and slid it off. Releasing the clasp, he pulled off the engagement ring, as well as the wedding band.

“Give me your hand,” he said.

She held out her left hand and he slid the engagement ring on, followed by the wedding band.

“I decided against using the one your parents wanted me to use.” He had his own rings he’d wanted to give her.

“They’re beautiful,” Morgan said.

The engagement band was rose gold with small diamonds around the ring. The main wedding ring is a single, large diamond with a slender band. It fit well on her finger, exactly how he knew it would.

“There. All you had to do was ask for them back,” he said. “You did wear them on that night, but I removed them when you passed out. Also, I had a feeling your parents were going to try to steal them from you, and I wasn’t going to have that.”

She rolled her eyes. “That is all they ever try to do.”

“Tried,” he said. “Past tense.”

“Oh, right.”

She dropped her hand down and looked at him. There went her lips, pressed together, and he watched her. Her long, blonde hair was tucked behind her ear, and she looked so beautiful. So pure. She was still a virgin.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked.

Now this did surprise him. “You want to kiss me?”

“You’re my husband, right? I don’t remember if we kissed at our wedding,” she said. “Everything is kind of hazy.”

He waited.

“But, I’d really like to kiss my husband, if you would like it?”

He smiled, put his glass down on the desk, and stood.

She took a step toward him, then another, until she was in touching distance. In fact, she was so close, he could smell the vanilla scent of her body wash.

He already had the next package to give her, wrapped and ready to place at the foot of the bed. Carver also liked to watch her sleep. He never lingered too long, just enough to watch her for a second after he placed the gift on the bed.

“I don’t know what to do,” Morgan said.

He reached out, putting his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t flinch as he slowly traced the tips of his fingers down her shoulders, going toward her hands. He picked them up within his grasp and then placed both on his chest. She didn’t pull away, even as he moved them up from his chest, around to circle his neck.

Morgan locked her fingers together, so that she was holding herself as well as him. With her hands around his neck, it drew her body closer to him, and he couldn’t help but hold onto her waist.

For several seconds, he held her like this. There was still a little distance between their bodies, but then he changed that by sliding his hands down toward her ass and then pulled her close. Body to body. He heard her gasp. Carver was hard.

Being close to Morgan, wanting her, not touching, not tasting, not stripping her naked and fucking her, was a challenge. Instead, he held her, had a hard cock, and was so desperate to feel those lips on his. But, he waited. This was about her, not him.

“Now, when you’re ready, you put those lips of yours onto mine, and that is a kiss.”

“Carver?”

“But, you’re going to kiss me.”

“Why?”

“Because this is what you want.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?” she asked.

“Yes, I do.”

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