Jade Newton knows she’s not a beautiful woman. She’d been told all of her life that she didn’t have what it took to interest a man. After many failed dates, and embarrassing moments, she finally decides to call an end to all dating. On the walk home, on the final date, Jade is attacked. She tried to fend off her attacker, but it’s too late as the world goes dark.
One feminine scream, that was all it took to stop Braxton on his way from another kill.
He knows he should ignore it, but he can’t. Finding an unconscious woman in the alleyway about to be assaulted, he has no choice but to put a stop to it. Death is all he knows, and that is exactly what he offers.
As for the woman, he takes her to the warehouse where he is currently staying, and helps her.
She is not supposed to ask any questions. Her mystery man keeps on turning up. She doesn’t know his name, but she finds herself falling for the man who saved and protected her.
He needs to leave her alone. Jade is not part of his world, but Braxton finds himself going back again and again, and again. He cannot stop himself. There is no room in his life for love. Or is there?
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?
Excerpt:
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.
Blurb 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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Hunter (Hell’s B**tards MC) is coming Tuesday February 27th!!!
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Who is ready for Hunter?
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?
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.
Sold to the Enemy (Crave and Claimed) is coming December 28th!!!
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Blurb 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?
Clara has had a crush on her best friend’s dad for years. She wishes she could get him out of her head, but Grayson Blackwell invades her every thought. The fact he’s a bully, rude, and dismissive doesn’t turn her off. It only fuels her desire to get his attention.
Grayson’s more than twice Clara’s age, not to mention she’s his daughter’s best friend. Any intimate entanglement would cross too many lines to count. The facts don’t seem to cool his desire for the young, curvy blonde. He decides to make a secret deal with her, one he hopes will help him end his obsession.
It starts with a contract, but things get messy once emotions get involved. Can they make their taboo relationship work or will it pull their lives apart?
Excerpt:
Clara struggled to carry the first box upstairs. The last thing she wanted was to drop the box and smash all the glass bottles of wine. Taking one step at a time, she slowly made her way up, occasionally resting the box on one of her knees. By the time she brought all the boxes up, she’d be a sweaty, disgusting mess. She expected to hang balloons or something, not haul heavy boxes.
She set the first box near the kitchen island and headed back for number two. Clara bent down and struggled to heave the second box up off the floor, using the wall as leverage. Then the weight of the box was gone, and she gasped, thinking it was about to fall.
“I’ve got it.”
Clara looked up, right into Grayson’s face. He was wearing a fancy suit, his wild hair casually slicked back. And he smelled too tempting.
“Where’ve you been hiding?”
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
He easily set the box back on the stack. “Leave these. I have staff to haul this shit.”
Grayson stared at her, using a finger under her chin when she looked to the ground.
“You were pretty confident last time you were here. Remember that? You said you didn’t need time to think about our arrangement.”
Then she remembered the price issue.
“You’re not paying enough.” She wanted to bite her tongue. If anything, it made her sound like a mega-whore.
“Did we agree on a price?”
She shook her head.
“Then I wouldn’t worry about it,” he said. “Tell me, Clara. What’s the going price for virgin pussy?” He pressed her against the wall, his hand going down between them. Grayson cupped her pussy through her dress with his big, strong hand. “How much is this going to cost me?”
She let out a staggered breath. A flash fire of need made her cunt pulse under his fingers. She dropped her weight lower, needing more, craving this side of him.
“Or will you give it to me for free?”
Yes, yes she would, but then she remembered her mother. She needed this money more than he knew.
Clara attempted to get out of his grasp, but he caged her in, an outstretched arm to each side of her head.
“Two hundred thousand. That’s what it’ll cost you.” With that kind of money, she could pay off her mother’s mortgage, handle all the bills, and leave her enough of a cushion that she wouldn’t need to work so hard.
“Done.” He removed his arms and adjusted his tie. “Stay for the party. I’ll try to find time to get it all on paper.”
Karina is not like any of the wolves within her pack. She’s a human. The only human to be born of two wolves.
When her father invites another alpha to take his pick of willing, single, consenting females, Karina has no choice but to be in the lineup. She is pack, she is single, and she knows she is not going to get picked. She is human, and any alpha would be looking for a wolf.
Rage has no desire to take a woman from Westblood’s pack. He doesn’t need a woman to make an alliance against the rogue wolves that are deadly to all wolves. One scent of Karina, and all sense is lost. She is his mate. He doesn’t care that she’s human, all he knows, is that he belongs with her.
Karina doesn’t feel anything for Rage. Even though he claims to be her mate, she doesn’t sense a thing. She has no wolf senses. She is weak. But slowly, little by little, she cannot help but be drawn to the new alpha. He doesn’t treat her with kid gloves. He shows her his wolf, and he is willing to explore with her.
Rage has already figured out why Karina is human. He doesn’t care. She is his love and his soul mate, and he will never let her go.
Excerpt:
Rage burst out laughing.
She loved the sound.
“I can’t open jars either, which my brothers and Rose find amusing. Dad had to buy me a tool because it’s so bad. Everyone else, pop, and the lid is off.” She mimicked opening a jar for everyone else. “Not me, I look awful, red face, gritted teeth, the works.”
“Do you wish you were a wolf?” he asked.
“Sometimes. I think it might be a little easier for my parents, for the whole pack. No one says anything, but I am the odd one. The outsider. When they go out hunting, I stay home. It gets kind of lonely.”
“They don’t allow you to go out in the full moon?”
“No. They don’t want me to get hurt.”
“You’re pack. Even in wolf form, they’d be able to scent you. I can tell you’re a Westblood, by scent alone.”
She chuckled. “Yay, that can be my superpower. I smell real bad.”
“I didn’t say you smelled real bad.”
Karina laughed. “Please don’t worry about it. At least I know I smell of pack. That is kind of nice.”
“How about at the next full moon, you and I go out?”
“Together?”
“Yes, I’ll take you into the forest.”
“And have your wicked way with me?” she asked, kind of kidding. Was she kidding? She didn’t know if she was or not.
“If you’d like me to.”
Karina looked into Rage’s eyes, and there was something, a gleam, or a hint, a promise.
“Yeah, I don’t think my dad would allow us to do that. He didn’t want us to come here, so I don’t think that’s going to happen.” She wanted to break this … feeling. She had no idea what it was, but it was sweeping over her whole body. Her nipples felt tight and hard.
“You’re my mate, Karina. Your dad can try, but I won’t let him come between us. If you want to spend time with me at the next full moon, then say the words and I’ll make it happen.”
Could she do that? What if it angered her father? But the truth was, she was so curious about what it would mean to be in the moonlight with Rage.
In her mind, she imagined him naked. All the pack ended up naked after their initial change. Most of them abandoned their clothes. For days afterward, Karina often gathered up the clothes and placed them in a large box in the town square for others to come and claim. After twenty-four hours, the box was empty.
“I’d like that.”
“Then consider it done,” Rage said.
Her heart raced and she felt a tightness in her gut. This wasn’t fear, though, but anticipation.
They finished their meal, which was amazing. She loved every forkful, and the pudding was just as delicious. She didn’t think she’d love such dark chocolate, but it was glorious. Everything was amazing.
Rage drove them home, and she was aware of the curtains twitching once again. He got out of the car and walked her up to the main door.
There was no way for anyone to be sneaking looks at them, unless they were behind the main door.
“I had a wonderful time tonight.”
“I did as well,” he said. He reached out, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, and then gripped the back of her neck, pulling her in close. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to control myself when I’m around you?”
“You’re having to control yourself?” Karina asked.
He pressed his face against hers. She felt him inhale. “Around you, always.”
“Rage?”
“I want to kiss you.”
She had never been kissed before like this, apart from that other kiss they had shared, but that didn’t count because he’d done it to silence her.
“Tell me to stop.”
“I can’t. I don’t want to.”
He gripped the back of her neck, pulled her in close, and then pressed his lips against hers. At first, the kiss seemed a little strange, but then it changed. Karina pressed her hands against his chest and slowly slid them up, wrapping them around his neck.
Rage sunk his fingers into her hair, deepening the kiss.
All thought left Karina. All she knew was that she wanted Rage and she didn’t want this kiss to end.
Dylan Greaves is a grump who has sworn off women. He discovered his wife had been lying to him for years so that she could live a comfortable life, and then proceeded to cheat on him with any man that would have her. There was no way he was ever going to trust another woman again.
Robin Caites could be grumpy. After selling her blog, making herself a very wealthy woman, she also discovers the man she married had been cheating on her from the very beginning. Now she’s divorced and has sworn off men.
When Buttercup, his rescued Jack Russell, kept escaping into Robin’s private garden, he had no choice but to retrieve her. In doing so, Dylan can’t quite get his neighbor out of his head. After he sees the renovations she has done to her house, he asks her if she’ll do his. Only, a simple kitchen repair turns into a nightmare.
Robin has to open her home to her neighbor. Dylan is very much a man, and so far, breaks down her walls. When his forgotten anniversary present is ready to be cashed in, Dylan takes Robin away to a private island for peace and relaxation. That’s not all that happens—the chemistry between them has been sizzling.
Have the houses struck again, or when they get back to their normal lives will these two grumpy neighbors return to hating one another?
On her wedding day, Chloe discovers the man she thought she was marrying was not Roman Smith, but Roman Sidorov, a member of the Zaitsev Bratva. The people responsible for killing her parents and her brother. Even though she hates him for lying to her, Chloe can’t deny that she loves him. They’re married now. There’s no turning back.
Roman was sent to kill her. He had every intention of following through, but each day he went back, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. So, he made her fall in love with him instead. He doesn’t know what love is. All he knows is that he has to keep Chloe.
When Zaitsev makes a decision, Chloe’s life is on the line. Roman has to make a choice, save his woman, or finish the order he’d been given.
Excerpt:
Roman Sidorov was not known for doing things the easy way. In fact, he was used to doing things the very hard way. He had no problem getting his hands dirty when the occasion called for it.
He had a lot of kills under his belt, and he was loyal to the Zaitsev Bratva. After the street war that broke out two years ago, he had learned of the casualties, including civilians. Roman didn’t mourn people. He simply had no feelings about them, but he did work to a code. People who didn’t get in the way were free to live their lives.
Now, the people in the car had lost their lives due to sloppiness.
He had already killed the men who’d attacked without thinking, causing a scene, and costing a lot of money to deal with, through different avenues of the law. The Zaitsev Bratva had legal and illegal businesses. He was one of the men responsible for making money, but keeping problems at bay. Roman knew he was the master of it. Whenever there was a problem within the Bratva, something needing to be cleaned up and dealt with, he was the one to call, in every situation and scenario.
Then a year after the incident, he got a call from a cop on their payroll about a young woman, Chloe Baker. She was attempting to give information to help incarcerate the Zaitsev Bratva. At first, he was intrigued, until he listened to everything she had—recordings, photographs—all of them coming from their own bar, Hugh’s.
Hugh’s wasn’t a bar he frequented. The women who danced there were often desperate for a taste of the good life, and he just didn’t like that level of desperation, unless he was the one doing the torture. He had gone to the bar, intent on finding out who Chloe Baker was. He had his orders to handle the problem, from Zaitsev himself.
The easy option would be to kill her. Only, Chloe had intrigued him from the moment he walked into the bar. First, she had given him a drink without a word. No conversation or even flirting. She didn’t attempt to press her tits together to gain his attention, and she was dressed as most barmen, long black pants and a shirt. Obviously, she wore the female versions that did amazing things for her figure. There was another little detail he liked. Roman loved a woman with curves. He loved big tits, a nice, juicy ass, thick thighs, all of which Chloe possessed.
She never flirted with him. He had to initiate conversation, and again, this was new to him. Over the years, he had gotten used to women throwing themselves at him, practically drooling at the title.
Rather than kill Chloe, he’d decided to enjoy her. It had taken him ten months to get her into his bed, and much to his surprise, she had been a virgin, even though he had a hunch she was. In all his forty years, he’d never had a virgin. Chloe had become a pure addiction to him. One taste hadn’t been enough, so for the last two months, he’d been enjoying her every chance he got.
Marrying her was the only solution. As his wife, she wouldn’t be able to get into too much trouble, at least that was what he told himself. He never planned for her to learn the truth, not so soon anyway.
“You’re sick!”
“Are you telling me your pussy isn’t wet for me right now?” he asked.
In response, she let out a whimper.
Chloe liked it when he talked dirty. He’d never been much of a talker, and when it came to sex, he liked to fuck. With Chloe, he was learning a whole lot more that he enjoyed.
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