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Hard As Stone by Alex Elliott

Rules are about to be broken when a man with a taste for revenge brutally uncovers a dark secret buried within a beautiful enigma.
Last campaign stop and things turn guilty.
Hard As Stone by Alex Elliott

Pit a dynasty family against an implacable killer, and the body count is on the rise. Revenge is best served piping-hot and in bed. Dispensed by the shadow nobody sees coming. Employing KGB tactics, he capitalizes on an opportunity to save his own skin. Everyone has an agenda and no one is above suspicion, or becoming collateral damage.
Rules are about to be broken when a man with a taste for revenge brutally uncovers a dark secret buried within a beautiful enigma.
Last campaign stop and things turn guilty.
Atticus Stone and his personal aide Phoenix O’Malley get too close for comfort.Their one-nighter unlocks a doorway to decadence. Or the road to ruin.
To her close friends she’s known as ‘X’ for a reason:SHE’S A BOMBSHELL WITH A PAST.
HE’S A U.S. SENATOR WITH A FUTURE.
Together, they’re a beautiful betrayal in the making.
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Happy National Cat Day!

At the Whitehouse, on the Hill, in their cars... ALL OVER!

CONGRESSMEN love a little pussy.

I bet the President does too.

 

 

 

Insofar as Senator Stone...
Ben is pretty particular. He's got singular tastes. Only one pussy will do.
Read Seduced by the Senator and Vetting the Senator if dark, hard, twisted suspense don't scare you.
Consider yourself warned.

Seduced by the Senator
Vetting The Senator

HAPPY NATIONAL CAT DAY. ☆:*´¨`*:.•.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥

At the Whitehouse, on the Hill, in their cars... ALL OVER!CONGRESSMEN love a little pussy.I bet the President does too.Do you?    But insofar as National Cat Day ...Senator Bennett Stone might just love pussy the most. But he's particular. Singular in his pursuits. And very, very determined to get what he wants.His pussy of choice...his dirty little secret...Xavia.   OTHERS HAVE TRIED TO COPY...but there's only one dirty, dark senatorwho rocks the nation.And he's about to become Vice President. Vote for Bennett Stone!
Affianced to the Veep
Book #3
Let's go darker.

 
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caught between A ROCK & A HARD PLACE. Lesson #one Yes.Sir #satspanks YesPLEASEMore

    REPEAT AFTER ME, YES. SIR.
   After years of waiting to strike, a singular opportunity materializes.Dominick isn't just gorgeous, brilliant, driven...he's locked onto to his next target.   Estranged heiress Olivia Buffett walked away from an empireand the only man who made her question...everything she'd believed as true. Now the one man who stole her breath, incited her fire holds her future in his hands.Caught between A ROCK & HARD PLACE she's forced to blindly accept Nick's offer he proposes yet doesn't define except it's his way her naked for four weeks. Vengeance feeds Dominick's soul and it's so much sweeter if delivered in his bed.       
 

Entangled ~Between A Rock & A Hard Place

NEW SERIES

 

Novella Installments

 

#one ~ 93 pages 

 

     After out little dinner and chat, Dominick delivers a series of
rapidly spoken orders to my grandfather’s efficient staff. Their eyes see
nothing. Effectively I am nothing, according to him. Caught in a web of his
greed. A festering wound and one I’ve fashioned so to speak.

     The china, sterling, crystal, plus a few sporadic crumbs
are removed from the gleaming oak table that has been in my family for twelve
generations. A demitasse of espresso is placed in front of each of us.

     “This offer isn’t negotiable. It’s my way. You
naked. One month.”

     My face goes numb. I stare at the man in front of
me, refusing to think about the hard-muscled body housed beneath his flawless
suit. “Did you say offer?” I finally
choke out.

    “Tick tock, Ms. Buffett, I have other appointments.”

    This is how it goes. Whether capitalizing on a
corporation in receivership or the space between my thighs, he’s ruthless. “How
long do I have to decide?”

    His silvery predacious eyes flicker across my face like
one of the wolves my grandfather had set free in the Rockies when I was child.
Instead of running into the wild, the beta circled around and attacked him.  Dominick meets my gaze. “I’m feeling generous.
One minute.”

     “You’ve got to kid—”

    “Fifty-four seconds. You’re wasting time, unless you’ve
decided.” A smug grin curves his full lips. Lips I’d once kissed. “Given you have
zero options, don’t think too hard.”

    His cockiness mainlines into my right ventricle. “I
can get a loan. You’re not my only line of credit. My name is equity in any
bank.”

    “Are you through?” 
He lifts his cup of espresso and sips, his strong fingers far too
masculine for a dainty piece of china from the Ming Dynasty. “Let me remind you
what you are. You’re an out of work mason with a note due on your studio and
you’ve signed a contract to deliver a commissioned sculpture to the Munich
Modern Museum without the means to purchase a chisel, hammer, marble without my
permission. No one. Not even my uncle in Sicily will cross me to loan you a
dime.”

     Instinctively, I understand the depth of his cruelty
but what’s his long game. “What is it that you’re after besides vengeance?”

      “Looking for
the angles. Sweetheart, don’t try. Those little chess matches you and Wagner
played were games. Nothing more. I come from the world of test me by being a
tease, and I’ll fuck you on the floor as I deal with the next item on my agenda.
That mouth of yours, beautiful as it is, will be wrapped around my cock before
the sun sets. The only courtesy I’m extending you is to allow you to save face
and agree.”

     My breathing accelerates like I’ve sprinted along
the beach. I stare at the photograph of the pink boulder on my cell. It weighs
eight hundred seventy-two kilos. Solid granite. Fuck. Who would believe my way
out of hell is hard. Raw. Rock.

    No different than the prick in front of me who has bided
his time and holds me in checkmate all because of his twisted sense of
entitlement, and now he’s developed a taste for revenge.

     “Fuck you very much!” I reply.

    “Get up.” A muscle clicks along his jaw. “The only
words out of your exquisite little mouth for the next four weeks better be ‘Yes,
Sir. Thank you. How may I please you?’”

    “Don’t think so, Nick.” I use his nickname from the neighborhood
he grew up in before he became a Senator. Before he became CFO of an empire.

     “So stubborn.” He shrugs out of his bespoke charcoal
jacket that costs more than my entire meager wardrobe. One by one he removes
his links. Rolls up his shirt sleeves. And I refuse to budge. Coming over he
roughly tips up my chin until I’m forced to gaze into his cold heartless eyes. “I’m
going to enjoy teaching you to submit to me. Lesson number one. How to say, “Yes,
sir”

     “What shall
we work on tomorrow? Please?” I jerk my chin away and spit out. “Let me save
you the trouble. Yes, you’re a fucking asshole. Sir. And please sir, go fuck
yourself. Anymore lessons?”

   Two men wearing dark suits enter and stand by the door. Unzipping his trousers, Dominick lowers his gaze to my
mouth. “Let’s just stick with the first. Repeat after me, 'Yes. Sir.'”

 

 

 

DARK

DELICIOUS

DIRTY TALKING

CHIEF FINANCIAL OFFICER

 

meets his match

in game he's never played for keeps

by a girl off limits who weaves a web

 

REVENGE TASTES SWEETER

DELIVERED

IN BED

 



ENTANGLED. Between A Rock And A Hard Place

NEW SERIES Novella Installments #one ~ 93 pages  
     After out little dinner and chat, Dominick delivers a series of rapidly spoken orders to my grandfather’s efficient staff. Their eyes see nothing. Effectively I am nothing, according to him. Caught in a web of his greed. A festering wound and one I’ve fashioned so to speak.
     The china, sterling, crystal, plus a few sporadic crumbs are removed from the gleaming oak table that has been in my family for twelve generations. A demitasse of espresso is placed in front of each of us.
     “This offer isn’t negotiable. It’s my way. You naked. One month.”
     My face goes numb. I stare at the man in front of me, refusing to think about the hard-muscled body housed beneath his flawless suit. “Did you say offer?” I finally choke out.
    “Tick tock, Ms. Buffett, I have other appointments.”
    This is how it goes. Whether capitalizing on a corporation in receivership or the space between my thighs, he’s ruthless. “How long do I have to decide?”
    His silvery predacious eyes flicker across my face like one of the wolves my grandfather had set free in the Rockies when I was child. Instead of running into the wild, the beta circled around and attacked him.  Dominick meets my gaze. “I’m feeling generous. One minute.”
     “You’ve got to kid—”
    “Fifty-four seconds. You’re wasting time, unless you’ve decided.” A smug grin curves his full lips. Lips I’d once kissed. “Given you have zero options, don’t think too hard.”
    His cockiness mainlines into my right ventricle. “I can get a loan. You’re not my only line of credit. My name is equity in any bank.”
    “Are you through?”  He lifts his cup of espresso and sips, his strong fingers far too masculine for a dainty piece of china from the Ming Dynasty. “Let me remind you what you are. You’re an out of work mason with a note due on your studio and you’ve signed a contract to deliver a commissioned sculpture to the Munich Modern Museum without the means to purchase a chisel, hammer, marble without my permission. No one. Not even my uncle in Sicily will cross me to loan you a dime.”
     Instinctively, I understand the depth of his cruelty but what’s his long game. “What is it that you’re after besides vengeance?”
      “Looking for the angles. Sweetheart, don’t try. Those little chess matches you and Wagner played were games. Nothing more. I come from the world of test me by being a tease, and I’ll fuck you on the floor as I deal with the next item on my agenda. That mouth of yours, beautiful as it is, will be wrapped around my cock before the sun sets. The only courtesy I’m extending you is to allow you to save face and agree.”
     My breathing accelerates like I’ve sprinted along the beach. I stare at the photograph of the pink boulder on my cell. It weighs eight hundred seventy-two kilos. Solid granite. Fuck. Who would believe my way out of hell is hard. Raw. Rock.
    No different than the prick in front of me who has bided his time and holds me in checkmate all because of his twisted sense of entitlement, and now he’s developed a taste for revenge.
     “Fuck you very much!” I reply.
    “Get up.” A muscle clicks along his jaw. “The only words out of your exquisite little mouth for the next four weeks better be ‘Yes, Sir. Thank you. How may I please you?’”
    “Don’t think so, Nick.” I use his nickname from the neighborhood he grew up in before he became a Senator. Before he became CFO of an empire.
     “So stubborn.” He shrugs out of his bespoke charcoal jacket that costs more than my entire meager wardrobe. One by one he removes his links. Rolls up his shirt sleeves. And I refuse to budge. Coming over he roughly tips up my chin until I’m forced to gaze into his cold heartless eyes. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you to submit to me. Lesson number one. How to say, “Yes, sir”
     “What shall we work on tomorrow? Please?” I jerk my chin away and spit out. “Let me save you the trouble. Yes, you’re a fucking asshole. Sir. And please sir, go fuck yourself. Anymore lessons?”
   Two men wearing dark suits enter and stand by the door. Unzipping his trousers, Dominick lowers his gaze to my mouth. “Let’s just stick with the first. Repeat after me, 'Yes. Sir.'” 
 
 DARKDELICIOUSDIRTY TALKING CHIEF FINANCIAL OFFICER meets his matchin game he's never played for keepsby a girl off limits who weaves a web REVENGE TASTES SWEETERDELIVERED IN BED
 

SEDUCED BY THE SENATOR: BEND OVER and WIN AN AUTOGRAPHED COPY #satspanks

 
     “What are you doing?”    “You’re going to learn to be respectful and do what you’re told the first time, Ms. Kennedy. That’s how our time together works. Remember lesson one and two. Our time is a commodity and I won’t have it wasted.”    I want to howl. What is he talking about? He sounds like he’s delivering a warped lecture on Hill decorum, not a scintillating finale to the best fuck I’ve ever enjoyed. The next thing I feel is the sharp sting of pain, sizzling across my bottom, and I arch upward to no avail.    Stone has me trapped with a curling band of steel—his muscular arm is locked around my middle. He effortlessly keeps me on his lap and right next to his corrugated plank abs. “Going somewhere?”    “Yes.”    “Don’t think so.” To demonstrate who holds all the cards, he spanks me harder, and with that smack, he lets go a hoarse grunt from deep within his chest. I groan at the biting sensation assaulting my nerve endings, reverberating from his palm, slapping my ass. The coiling lust he tapped earlier weaves stronger and deeper in my belly. How does he know I enjoy this? I didn’t even have a clue before tonight.
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THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE WHEN I...#amfinishedwriting

 THIS IS WHAT I THINK I LOOK LIKE. OH YEAH. IT'S DONE. BOOK #3 Dirty Little SecretsAFFIANCED TO THE VEEP INREALITYI PROBABLY LOOKMORE LIKEthe MAD HATTERwhich is still cool!! Lost and waylaid,I'm down a rabbit hole lots of the time...

  THROWING CONFETTI. POPPING A CORK not a cap. Although this book is filled with bloodshed, bullets, and what a bastard Bennett on a rampage
turned out to be...with cause.
Christ Almighty, he has cause.      
 AFFIANCED TO THE VEEP is finished!
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COLD-BLOODED. HIS LAST WORDS TO ME. Affianced To The Veep

   I rub my hand over the curved dome of my belly, feeling the faint ripple of a butterfly's wing in response. Tears fill my eyes. Hot. Sloppy. A river rushes from my heart into my eyes, streaking wet trails of my love down my cheeks. I close my eyelids, shutting out the stinging and struggling to get my lungs to function. Greedy, I want to keep every iota of love inside myself. This is what I have left. Bennett's gift to me. Stay in the moment. His last words.

Oh God. The cutting of the knife that sliced my skin is no match for the shredding of my heart.

I fold forward. Please. Please. How can I go on?

His words echo. Inside me. As deep as our baby. Shudders wrack my body and I press my palms against my abdomen as my muscles tense. I can't come undone. His unborn child grows inside me. I follow Ben's order, drawing a breath. There is no pain here. There are a billion molecules--oxygen, nitrogen, argon--clean-smelling atoms filling me. Sipping the air, cool over my bruised and swollen lips, I escape the torment of reliving the past. Metal grinding on metal. The sound of a door creaking. I flash open my eyes, my heartbeat reeving into my ribs. Just my imagination. I'm free. A fact. I shut my eyes. I keep breathing, pulling the air into my body. Pushing out a breath. The creep of my capturers' fingers slide across my flesh as they taunt me. Taunt Bennett. Two men. Two psychos. Too much to forget. I'm not that strong. A shiver slithers over my skin and I scrunch my eyelids, clawing at the sheets.

No! I'm not a prisoner.

I'm here in a hospital. Our baby is safe.

I struggle to hold onto that fact. I refuse to devolve.

The scent of smoke. Sweet cloying cigarettes accompany the more sadistic of the two. And without warning, the crack of the whip. The line of fire across my back. Again and again until my blood drips down my body, pelting the floor. Dries on my skin. Caked and cracked. Until I'm forced to endure another round of cat-o-nines.

My stomach heaves and the taste of metal fills my mouth. Saliva spills across my tongue and I cease to inhale, the molecules burning my lungs, and the sea of life churns in my breath's wake. The bathroom door is across the room. Too far. I won't make it.

"So you enjoy pain, do you?" His voice echoes in my head. In my body. In my soul. Don't think his name! Do not let him win. Is that how this is going down? Did what Bennett and I endure mean nothing. The sound of a snarl claws its way up my throat, and I pant, "Never!"

I lean over the bed and vomit into the waste can. If only I could hurl the images that plague me. Poison my system.

My mind is no fool. My memory lurks like a viper ready to strike. So immediate. So eviscerating. And so horrid...I exhale a sharp breath unable to break free. Gasping, I scan the contents of the room until my gaze stops searching and I stare into a mirror. A haunted face peers back. Wiping my hand across my lips, I refuse to gape at the greenish bruises along my jaw or the gash on my forehead.

I am five hundred million times better off than I'd been yesterday.

As though in agreement and on cue, a tiny elbow or perhaps a foot kicks me from inside my belly. Our sweet baby. Untouched by misery. There is no pain in his or her touch. Only a reminder to be in the moment. Like his or her father advised me, and that's how we'll win.

Sip.
Hold.
Exhale.

So simple and I try again. Sipping, I cloak myself, our baby in the peace in this moment. Holding, I wrap us  tight in Bennett's love--every second we shared. Exhaling, I force myself to let go  the poison of the past, the torment, the fear. And with each beat of my heart, each breath that I take, I will overcome what I've been through. Figure out how to piece myself back together as I make sense of my life in this moment. I will not forget, I will not forgive. BUT I WILL SURVIVE. If not, Bennett's sacrifice will mean nothing and I refuse to do that to him.
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