Corrupted Union (The Byrne Brothers #2)

by Jill Ramsower

He raised his hand as if to cup my cheek, but instead, his thumb tugged on my bottom lip before drifting down until his large hand cuffed my throat.

“My bed is your bed. I wake alone, and I will not be happy. Understood?” Holy hell, why did I feel like saying yes, sir? It was there on the tip of my tongue, but I kept it at bay, nodding instead. He made a masculine rumble deep in his chest, then swatted my ass. “Good, now keep moving.” Suddenly, I wasn’t so tired.

“That’s my girl. My wife. You’re mine, Rowan Byrne. All. Fucking. Mine.”

Ivy Ophelia Alexander August 5, 2000 - October 13, 2006 Loved with a love beyond telling. Missed with a grief beyond all tears.