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Arrogantly Obsessed Excerpt

“Daddy? What happened? Why is there so much blood?” It’s terrifying watching my only living parent storm through the house with blood splattered across his chest, neck, and face.

“Please, Daddy, what happened?” I plead, but he won’t look at me.

Banging on the front door startles me into dropping my dinner plate. The shattering dish is followed up with the front door being kicked in and a dozen police officers piling into our tiny house.

“Oliver Henderson, on your knees!” someone screams.

“I’m sorry, princess,” I hear him murmur before cold steel presses at my throat, and we’re slowly faltering backwards. “Don’t come any closer, or I’ll kill her.” I hear the words, but they don’t register.

“Put the weapon down and let the girl go,” a stern voice calls out.

“Daddy?” I cry. Even if my eleven-year-old brain can’t understand what’s happening, my intuition has picked up on it. “Daddy, please. You’re hurting me.” I can feel what I now understand is a knife digging into my flesh.

Lifting my fingers to touch what shouldn’t be real, they come away stained in blood.

My blood.

“Please don’t kill me, Daddy,” are the last words I say before the blade digs deeper, and I can feel the blood draining from the wound in my neck.

Accidental Obsession Excerpt

“You can run, you can hide, but I’ll find you, Isa.” I slam my hands over my mouth to hide my whimper. I know he’ll find me; he always does.

I keep running, though.

Always running.

“I’m getting angry, Isa.” I hear it in his tone. Anger means violence with Curtis Lindsay, always. A violence I can no longer handle.

As I gaze at my nearly nude body, I know I have to stay silent for as long as possible. I have to keep hiding. Continue to move. If Curtis catches me, he’ll kill me for sure this time.

“Isabella.” He sings my name. To the naked ear, it would sound loving. To me, it’s full of menace. “I’ll wait outside for you, dear. If you aren’t out here in five minutes, I’m burning this barn to the ground.” I shake violently in the loose bale of hay I’ve been hiding in for nearly an hour.

He’ll do it; I know he will.

Nothing scares Curtis. He’s an unstoppable force that I can no longer fight off. I’m tired of the daily beatings. The threats of rape. I know that just as soon as I’m healed, he’ll try to sell me at the brothel like he did all the girl before me.

The girl who died in my arms.

My sister.

My best friend.

I’m next in his sick game of God, and I can’t be.

His steps retreat out the barn doors, and I can hear the horses beneath me as they pace, sensing the sinister force that just left here is up to no good.

Once Curtis sets blaze to his barn, Cross Malcolm is going to hate me even more than he does now. They’re at an auction, presently, so when I chose to hide here, in the hopes that Curtis wouldn’t bother looking for me, I foolishly thought the horses would have gone with them.

The Malcolm name in this county, hell, the country, is known for the best-bred bulls. His studs sell higher than any other rancher. Now, I’m about to ruin him.

“Last chance!” Curtis yells from outside. I wince at the smell of gasoline. An inferno is set to ignite, so I must act quickly to free the horses.

Climbing down the ladder quietly, I try not to make any noise as I hustle to the first stall and open it, moving on to the next, and the next, until I’m at the last one. Flames lick the barn entrance from the exterior, quickly spreading inside because of the dry hay, and I can only hope that the animals will run out the opposite side as I slowly open the door.

“You’ll die in there, Isa.” I don’t care. Not anymore.

The horses run.

Smoke fills my lungs.

Fire crackles around me.

Curtis’ laughter as the structure comes apart around me is deafening as I search the fields behind the burning building. Trees are a good hundred feet from me, and I’m not certain I’ll make it, but I’m going to try. As the last horse races past me and out to freedom, I run with it.

Black dots fill my vision, and I know it won’t be long before I pass out from lack of oxygen, fear, and overexertion. I hear the shouts from behind me, and I realize that Curtis has brought his enforcer, Sully. The large man enjoys hurting me almost as much as Curtis does.

“Faster, Isa, you have to run faster.” My older sister’s words ring in my ears from the last time we tried to escape together. The day she died from a beating so brutal, she couldn’t function anymore. I dash into the tree line as I hear Curtis call for me again.

I don’t stop when I feel rocks and sticks digging into my feet.

I don’t stop when I fall into the creek and get covered in water.

Nor when my legs feel like they’re going to fall off.

I do stop from sheer exhaustion and my body’s inability to maneuver any longer.

Dropping to the ground, I say a silent prayer of guidance and hope that come the light of day, someone other than Curtis or Sully finds my dead body.

Obsessive Addiction Excerpt Reveal

“Hey, fairy.” I cringe at the name. He never did like me and used the name in a derogatory way. Meant to insult me. I don’t acknowledge him, just side-step the entrance to the yard and head down the steps. My only intent is to get away from here as fast as I can.

“Oh no, you don’t.” He grabs my arm, twisting me around as the sound of a car door slamming registers in my ears. Blood drains from my face when I see Ben. He looks so much like Jeffrey; I can feel my stomach churning.

“Please, don’t do this,” I beg quietly.

I’ve been vulnerable my whole life because of men who thought they could take what they wanted and when. Now, I’ll have witnesses to it.

“Don’t do what?” He leans forward, trapping me with his arms. His knee presses into my thigh, and I know I’ll have a bruise there later. I can feel his hot breath against my neck, and I fight to free myself. “Do this?” he asks just before he licks up the side of my neck and that’s when it happens.

Something I never thought would.

Someone I never thought could.

Ben is pulled from me and on the ground before I can process anything. Wide shoulders plastered in leather cover my view. Snarling emits from the man in front of me, and I don’t know what to do. Terror races through me, and my fight or flight instincts kick in. Before I can make a move, though, a gentle hand touches my wrist, and the wall of muscle blocking my view is turning slowly.

All I see, at first, is anger. Fuming rage, ready to kill. When the fog lifts, I see it. I see him.

Crux Malcolm.

Savior, knight, killer.

I burst into tears of shame before him, and all I want to do is run, but I’m trapped in his cold, black stare as his gaze travels down my body. I see his mouth moving, but I don’t hear anything.

Because he knows.

He saw.

And he conquered.

Crux Malcolm saved my life. I owe him everything.

“You owe me nothing,” he snaps in his gravelly voice. When I heard him talk the first time all those years ago, I knew I could listen to him for days. He soothes me in ways I’ve never known.

“I owe you everything.” I breathe. I hadn’t realized I’d spoken out loud before.

He smirks and shakes his head but says nothing else as he raises a hand to cup my cheek. His tattoos run from his knuckles to his neck and what I’m guessing is everywhere in between. They would frighten most, but to me, I see a story yearning to be told.

“Did he touch you?” Crux is viciously quiet. I point to my neck and immediately regret it. He is not a man to be messed with. From the tabloid stories to his crimes, everyone knows that. Whatever is happening here, now, Ben is going to regret it.

Leaning forward, Crux buries his face in my neck and lets his tongue travel in the same fashion as Ben had. Only I don’t feel sick over his touch. I feel a quiver wrestle through me, and something tightens in my core.

Loving the Girl in the Tutu Excerpt

Agony blinded me until Beckett's fingers started playing with me again. He is a man who knows me all too well already. The orgasm that tore my body apart from his tongue and fingers alone was nearly enough to strike me blind. I’ve never experienced such pleasure in my life.

Now, the excruciating pain is nearly overwhelming until I relax my muscles and allow my body to feel the reverential way he’s touching me. “I’m going to move now, Royal,” he softly warns before I feel him pull back slowly, nearly all the way out. I almost panic until he pushes forward, a tingle deep in my belly making me hiss with an unknown pleasure.

“Yeah, you’re liking it now, aren’t you?” he groans into my ear, but I can’t answer as I attempt to hold on for the ride.

With each stroke, my body stretches a little more to accommodate his shaft, and in no time, the pain dissipates, replaced by a sense of ecstasy that should be illegal. My body hums with pleasure as Beck strokes rhythmically within my heat.

“You’re addicting, Royal.” He kisses the curve of my neck and shoulder before lowering his head to suckle at my breast. With each pull of his lips, I feel an answering twitch drag down to my core. The dual sensation nearly too much to hold me together.

A spark ignites between my thighs, and I know it won’t be long before he sets me off again. My stomach tingles as my thighs shiver and my clitoris pulses with this burning need he sets off inside of me.

“Beckett, please, more,” I beg, but I have no idea what for. I can only hope he does.

Sitting up, he drags my legs over his shoulders, and somehow, he feels deeper, thicker, more rigid. Gripping the sheets in my fists, I hold on for the ride this faster pace has induced. Each thrust of his hips sends a mirroring throb in my sex, begging for something I don’t understand. His turgid length stretches and fills every inch of me as he surges in and out, faster, more insistent. I feel blind with lust.

“Fuck, Royal. Fuck,” he growls like a beast, making my stomach quiver. “I’m going to come; tell me you need this.” Hooking my legs in the bend of his elbows, Beckett drops down over me, driving his member deeper. So far that I can’t breathe. “I’m going to fucking let loose everything I have right into this sexy little pussy of yours, Royal. I need to know you want it too.”

I can’t find the words to tell him that I want all of him, so I grasp his face in my hands and nod, imploring him with my eyes that I want precisely what he does.

Capturing my mouth in a possessive kiss, he slams into me a few more times before I feel him release inside my channel, his body shaking with the force of his climax, blissfully setting off my own. Tearing away from his mouth, I scream silently into the room as I nearly pass out from pleasure. My body becomes weightless as Beck continues to pump, ringing out every ounce of pleasure either of us has left.

“That was fucking beautiful,” he mutters but doesn’t move. Still holding my legs up, my hips are angled as he finally slides free of my heat. I can feel him jerking from the sensitivity of the cool air hitting him. “I’m famished.” He grins down at me, looking immensely satisfied with himself.

“Me too,” I mumble, enjoying the relaxed state he’s put me in.

A Girl Worth Fighting For Excerpt

“She’s destined to be a mom one day, and she’ll be a damn good one. But she’s afraid to put herself out there after what happened with her own.”

Before I get a chance to ask about that, Petal is coming out to hand Wesley a glass of iced tea. “Here you go, Daddy.” She also hands him a pill bottle.

“A caretaker, this one is.” He grins at her, and she nods her head for me to follow her inside. I have so many damn questions and can’t ask a single one with my kids around.

“What is it you wanted?” She gets right to the point as the screen door slams behind me.

“I wanted to apologize for my dismissive attitude this morning,” I begin. “I was taken off guard by the difference of appearance.” She doesn’t say anything. I can see Lil and Mac in the kitchen coloring, and I have to agree with Wes; she’s going to be one hell of a mom.

“I’m used to it.” She shrugs, and that pisses me off again. She shouldn’t be used to it.

“Look, your references were great. I knew the moment I watched you with Lily that you were hired, but I went about it the wrong way. Could we start again?”

As she chews on her bottom lip, I’m pulled forward, itching to reach out and touch Petal as she debates her answer. With less than a foot separating us, her fragrance reaches forward and teases my nostrils as I inhale deeply.

“All right, Mr. Larrabee, we can forget this morning because I really like your kids, but don’t ever talk to me the way you did this morning, or I walk and you won’t see me again.” Her threat punches me right in the gut.

I don’t like the idea of not seeing her again.

“You got it,” I agree against my better judgment. I’m not an easy guy to get along with, and I have a feeling there will be plenty more arguments in our future. “Listen, it’s Friday, so how about we get a fresh start on Monday?”

“Works for me.” She smiles and Goddamn does her face light up.

“Daddy, could Petal come to the beach tomorrow?” Lily comes running up to me. The girl is terrified of the water, but she loves the sand and smell of the ocean so, nearly every weekend, we’re at the beach at least one day.

“I’m sure Petal is busy.” I try to let her down gently.

“She’s not!” is called from the front porch. Jesus. Petal rolls her eyes at the old man.

“If you want to join us, you’re welcome to,” I tell her.

“Where are you going?” Her head cocks to the side curiously.

“Junipero Beach.” It’s walking distance to our house.

“Can I bring a picnic basket?” Lily lights up at the idea, so I nod. “Great. Any allergies?”

“None. See you around lunch.”

After saying goodbye to Wesley and Roman, the kids both give Petal a huge hug before bouncing out to my truck. Passing Petal’s car, I remember the trouble she had starting it this morning and debate stopping to tell her I’ll pick her up. Forcing myself to keep walking, I fight every instinct beating its way to the surface to take care of her.

She’s my nanny.

Not my girl.

I need to remember that.

His Wicked Obsession Excerpt Reveal

Stars float in and out of my vision, but not in the sky. Not the pretty ones you make a wish on and dream of, nor the ones you can purchase and name. No, these are the ones that let you know something is wrong. The world is not right when you see these stars.

The bright white tiny little dots are annoying when you try to bat them away. Pushing them out of your vision is not possible, and they play tricks on you, making you think they’re something else when they’re not.

No, these stars are not the ones I want to see. Because while I’m seeing them, I don’t know if anything is real.

Like Donato.

I see him, feel him, hear him when he speaks to me. But the stars, they float around his head and make me believe something else is happening.

“Donato?” I say his name just as a loud bang reverberates around the room.

That was real, right? It was too startling not to be.

And if that was real, then the man standing in the doorway to my room must be, too. “Donato?” I cry out on a sob. “Please be real.” My head might be fuzzy, and my body is lethargic, but I see him. I know I do.

Don’t I?

“I’m here, cara mia,” he replies. His head turns back to me, but tears swim in my eyes, and he goes blurry. “Stay strong a little longer, mia Bella.”

Closing my eyes, I focus on my breathing, counting in and out. Exhaling slowly. Inhaling deeply. I need this to be real because if I open my eyes and he isn’t here, I’ll break.

Whimpering when I hear a door slam, I cry out as hands touch me. “Open your eyes, cara mia. Show me those incredible green emeralds.” His voice is so close. So real. Biting my lip, I slowly blink my lids open. His smiling face is here. I’m not alone. “There’s Daddy’s pretty girl.” I gasp, and my body jerks at his words. “You ready to go home now?” I don’t do or say anything because the home I had no longer feels like it.

Donato gets to work on untying me. My entire body aches as I move, and I wince when I notice the bruising and dried blood on my raw wrists. Without looking, I know my ankles are in the same shape. Surprisingly, this man does not hesitate to pick me up when I bite back a cry of pain as I sit up and try to stand.

Lightheaded, the stars intensify. “I’m too heavy.” My protest comes out slurred.

Kissing my temple, he only tells me, “Daddy’s got you.” Warmth floods my body with safety, and I relax in his hold.

As he makes his way out of the room, the harsh lights nearly blind my sensitive eyes. Burying my face in Donato’s chest, I keep them closed until he stops moving.

“Bella.” Lude’s voice makes me flinch away. “Fuck,” he curses.

“Don’t make me,” I whisper only loud enough for the man carrying me to hear.

“Never. You’re mine now, cara mia. No more running. No more denying us.” I can only nod. When he begins speaking again, I drown everything and everyone else out. I need the security he’s giving me right now. I need the solace his strong arms provide by holding me so close to his heart. The thundering beat emits a comforting sound that helps relax the tension from my muscles.

Before I know it, I’m falling asleep in his arms, wondering if we’re returning to Malta or if he meant his home. Sicily was so beautiful when I was there for Bria’s wedding. I wouldn’t mind going back. Staying. Creating a life there.

Little Girl Excerpt Reveal

“Little girl.” My body alights with butterflies at the use of the nickname they’ve each called me at least once in the few hours since I’ve met them. “When’s the last time you ate?” He comes around the counter to stand in front of me, closer than he ought to for a bodyguard.

I glance at the clock, knowing it’s been since at least breakfast when I only had a slice of toast. Shrugging, I avert my gaze from his intense look. He seems to say everything and nothing at all.

Lifting a hand slowly, I watch as he pushes a lock of hair behind my ear, weaving his fingers through the long, thick strands. “Never seen a color like this before. Natural?” I give a sharp nod. “Soft,” he mutters like he didn’t mean to say it.

“Everything alright in here?” I try to turn to see who that is, but Noble grips my hair tighter, keeping me in place but pulling me closer. He tugs a little, so I’m forced onto my tiptoes, and I whimper.

Fear or anticipation, I’m unsure.

Both, perhaps?

“Damn, that’s a sweet sound.” Lorde. That’s who’s behind me. There’s a smokiness to his voice that Duke and Noble don’t possess.

“We were about to make something to eat.” Noble’s eyes don’t leave mine. “I suspect Sol hasn’t eaten today. Is that right, little girl?” I attempt to nod, but his grip hasn’t loosened, so I bite my lip instead, trying to contain another whimper.

“Can’t have that.” Lorde’s tone is seductive as I feel his hands on my hips and the front of his body pressing into mine.

My eyes flutter closed, and my body sways between them. I’ve never had this type of reaction to a man before. I’ve never really been around one…not like this.

“Damn.” Duke. His tone is reverent and playful. I realize I won’t be able to look over at him, either, so I remain unmoving and wait. His hands sweep my hair off my shoulder, exposing the side of my neck, and my body jerks, the whimper I try to suppress slipping out, and they all tense.

Before I can make another move, my lips are claimed in the mother of all kisses. I gasp from the roughness of it. The way my body is held against Noble…and I know it’s him. The way his fist tightens in my hair and his hand flexes on my hip.

His tongue delves into my mouth, snaking past my own and licking at me, lapping like I hold a bowl of cream just for him. Feeling brave, I reach forward and grip his shirt in my agile hands, drawing him closer. I rub against him, enjoying what he’s doing to me.

“Flawless.” I feel another set of lips on my throat, right below my ear. Duke again. The man has an air of cockiness about him, and I want more. His confidence oozes off his body, and I hope to absorb some of it. I could use it when dealing with these men and trying to speak coherently to them.

His Protection Excerpt Reveal

We’ve been playing cat and mouse games for two days now. I’m the mouse, she’s the tricky little cat. Never knowing when she wants to pounce but always keeping an eye on me. Eyes I always feel watching me. Whether from inside the walls or around the corner, Bria is curious about me.

When I know she’s around, I use it to my advantage and speak to her. Not directly, but I say things I want her to know about me, my family, Isabel and her life outside the church. I give her tidbits of information that I hope she’s curious enough to ask for more about.

Josef has been scarce around the house since our little confrontation out front. He no longer lingers when Bria enters a room, knowing I’m onto him. I suspect he goes into her room at night though, which really fucking pisses me off.

My goal right now, aside from gaining her trust, is to gain access to her room at night. I want her to invite me in. To know that I will protect her from anything and anyone trying to do her harm.

“Neonata,” I know she enjoys the pet name I call her. Her entire face softens when I say it. “I know you’re watching me,” it’s the first time I’ve called her out directly, “I’d really like to speak to you, if you’ll come out? Perhaps we could take a walk on the grounds. You can show me your favorite spot.” I know she has one. A sprawling estate like this, she must.

Flipping the page of my book, I see movement from the corner of my eye. Her long black hair is swept up in a tangled knot on her head, she wears a knee length yellow skirt and a light pink thick strapped tank top that accentuates her abundant breasts.

I won’t say I’m not attracted to her, she’s a beautiful girl with a voluptuous body that I would love to map out with my hands and mouth. She has a unique scent too, it lingers in every room after she’s left it. That’s partly why I know she’s been in one after I’ve entered.

Waiting for her to come fully into my view before I give her my attention, I smile at her bare feet. Her little toes are painted a maroon that highlights the light tan of her flawless flesh.

“Will you take a walk with me?” I give her my eyes so she can see I mean her no harm. I’ve never bared myself to anyone the way I do her. Not even Anya. A woman I had intended on spending the rest of my life with. She didn’t know me half as well as Bria does now. It’s a sobering thought. I have to force my face to remain open and honest instead of the scowl that wants to take place.

She gives a quick nod and chews on her lip, bruising it her with porcelain white teeth. I’d like to be bruising them myself for an entirely different reason.

Bria leads the way outside. Her toes flexing in the grass, and she lets out a little sigh that tells me she enjoys the feeling of plush grass between her delicate toes.

We walk for a few minutes before I brush my fingers against hers, locking our pinkies together. I’m surprised when she doesn’t pull back. I don’t push for me, not yet.

Dark Knight excerpt reveal

My hands fist at my sides. I don’t know where to touch him, how to touch him. His hands remain on my chin and hair, and as his tongue slips into my open mouth, our lips seal together, and he caresses me softly with its tip.

So soft it tickles.

So soft, I can imagine it in other places.

So soft that he leaves me wanting much, much more.

When he pulls back, a whine escapes me. I don’t want to stop, but I don’t know how to ask for more. “I have to tell you something,” he whispers, his mouth moving across my jaw to my ear. His breath warm like a brush from his hands.

“Okay,” I breathe out as he finally steps into my body, melding us together. Leaving no room for guessing about how he feels as I feel his rigid length poking into my belly.

I love that he’s so much bigger than me. I feel safe when I’m with him. Cherished when he holds me as he is now.

Little pecks of his mouth sweep across my neck and jaw before landing back on my lips. “From the second I saw you, I knew you were mine.” I gasp at his words; they’re very proprietary. “The first time I kissed you, I had one thought and one thought alone.”

His hands move down to the backs of my thighs, and he picks me up, spinning me so my back hits the wall. “What thought?” I pant as he rubs his length against my core, sending fire through my bloodstream.

Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, a strangled moan glides up my throat, and my ears ring with the need he’s building inside me. “To breed you.”

A nervous laugh escapes me. “Like a dog?”

“Like you’re mine. Like if I knock you up, you’re tied to me for life, and nothing or nobody can ever take you away from me. Like a claiming of the ultimate prize.”

“You’re crazy,” I mutter, unable to process his words. “We don’t know each other well enough for that.” But inside, a thrill races along my spine at what he says. About how it makes me feel wanted.

Nolan wants me tied to him in the most incontrovertible way possible. He wants there to be no room for argument over the fact that he’ll forever be in my life.

Even after he tires of me.

Because eventually, he will.

“Whatever you’re thinking, fucking stop. You’re the girl I choose for me. And that’s all that fucking matters.” My eyes widen at this because he read my mind. He knew exactly what I was thinking. “No more fucking arguing,” he grunts as his mouth slams down on mine.

Swallowing any more protests I would have made, he possesses me in a kiss so deep I can’t breathe. As our tongues tangle, I feel him moving, and before I know it, there’s a mattress under my back, and he’s whipped his shirt off so swiftly that there’s only a second between us not touching.

My hands immediately seek out the heat of his bare chest as he comes down on top of me, his body covering me from head to toe, warming me from the cold I always feel. Fevered and excited, my legs move of their own accord, cradling Nolan’s hips between my thighs, knowing physically what it takes to care for a man with my body.

Licking across my lips, I open for him, and he delves inside, kissing and sucking with more hunger than I thought possible. I feel his desire, his need for me, through the carnal kiss. It’s nearly overwhelming. My own craving for more makes me lose my head.

Moaning into his mouth, I feel his hands travelling down my body, pushing my pants down my hips, past my thighs, and soon his fingers replace my panties. Covering the areas of my body no one else has ever seen or touched.

“Nolan,” I breathe on a whisper, begging, pleading, questioning.

“Right here, pretty girl. I’m right here with you.” He pants against my lips as our eyes meet while his fingers explore my sex, rubbing across the lips and pushing through the tightness of my entrance. “I knew,” he groans as I feel his fingers inside me. “I knew you were a virgin, but I didn’t realize the effect it would have on me. The effect you would have on me, my pretty little Bea.”

Trinity Prologue

Danika

He’ll never know the emptiness his words left in my heart.

He’ll never know I stayed…

I listened…

Each beep a crack in my carefully constructed armor.

Each beep leaving a gaping hole in my heart.

His screams of pain and sorrow mirroring my own anguish.

Dimitri Petrov and Daniel Corelli are the biggest lies I’ve ever let myself believe in. They’re the ones who destroyed me before I could experience them.

Dimitri’s “Bring him the fuck back!” plays through my mind like a broken record. Each pain-filled word ensuring I made the right decision.

Danny dying has created this void inside of my entire being. I’m left grasping for air, fearing I’ll never breathe without this ache again.

Home—Russia—away from the two men who could never love me is where I belong. It’s where I intend to stay.

To die.