RELEASED: 11 October 2019 NEW ADULT DARK ROMANCE RYDEVILLE HIGH #3
The good thing about hitting rock bottom is I’ve nothing left to lose, and the only way is up.
He thinks he’s destroyed me. Broken me beyond repair.
But he always underestimates women.
All he’s done is reinforced my resolve. I won’t stop until justice prevails and he gets what’s coming to him.
Kaiden is the only light in the darkness. He gives me the strength to continue fighting for the future we both crave—a world where we are free to love one another and make our own choices.
Until then, the charade must continue.
This concludes Abby and Kai’s romance. 106k words, full-length novel. This is a dark romance, and some scenes may be triggering. Only recommended to readers aged eighteen and older.
RELEASED: 03 October 2019 CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Three reasons why rebound s-e-x with my hot neighbor is a very bad idea.
1. My life is already complicated enough
2. He knows I wear Batman undies (please don’t ask)
3. He’s older, sophisticated and so hot he makes me go weak at the knees
I know that’s more than three. But it still didn’t stop me.
On paper, we’re the worst kind of match.
I’m . . . not. My second job is pet sitting!
He says we’re friends.
I say barely, but I do love those benefits . . .
The man rocks my world.
But he’s so not the one.
Which is unfortunate,
Because he’s also the one who got me pregnant.
RELEASED: 15 SEPTEMBER 2019 CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Returning to my drug-dealing past wasn’t on the agenda when I accepted the full ride to play ball at Cypress U. But Mom lost her job. And my sister’s medical bills are mounting. So, I’ve no choice but to change the playbook.
When Emily walks into my life, like a fallen goddess with the ultimate power to destroy me, I know I’m screwed. I should steer clear, but I’m the one supplying her poison of choice. Falling for her is a complication I don’t need, but the more she’s around, the harder it gets to walk away. She needs me, and I crave her more than the sport I love.
Now, it’s all on the line. Including the NFL career that’s tantalizingly close.
The stakes are high, but family means everything, so I’ll take my chances.
It’s only a problem if it’s out of control. And I have it in hand.
Except a certain a-hole discovers I’m using again, and he threatens to rat me out to my folks. Mom’s president of Cypress U, and Dad’s the illustrious football coach. Appearances mean everything to them, and I’m a continuous disappointment.
They told me I’d be out on my ass if I fell off the wagon, so keeping it a secret is my number one priority.
Until the super-hot all-star QB takes more than a passing interest in me. Adam gets me, in a way no guy ever has, filling my head with ideas of forever—and now, I want more.
Dating my dealer is a recipe for disaster, especially when it’s forbidden, but I can’t help myself.
Because I’ve fallen too deep.
And the hole is too large to crawl out of
RELEASED: 05 SEPTEMBER 2019 CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Once upon a time a sinner, a priest and a madman played a dangerous game…
She is a sinner.
He is a serial killer.
She demanded vengeance.
He demanded her.
She vowed to avenge.
He vowed to destroy.
She created a web of lies.
He wore a mask of deceit.
She wanted to escape.
He captured her instead.
There are no rules in this twisted game of theirs.
But there is a winner who claims the sinner.
RELEASED: 26 August 2019 CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
She’s a temptation I just can’t resist…
Tempting Little Tease, a sexy, new standalone from New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner, is available now!
My business is security. I protect other people—sometimes at my own expense.
It’s the only way to explain how I got talked into playing fake fiancé for my best friend’s little sister.
Now I’m seeing little Samantha Watson through new eyes. Instead of the little girl I used to tease, I’m up close and personal with a stunning woman whose curves and heat and heart-stopping smile rocket straight to my heart, not to mention parts south.
I’ve never minded going above and beyond for a job. Except playing the smitten lover doesn’t feel like acting anymore.
Despite all my experience, I’m the one who forgot to secure my heart.
The only rule for this job was to walk away at the end.
But maybe this time—for the first time—I’m going to break the rules.
I pull open the screen door, knock a couple of times, and wonder if I’ll even recognize her.
A moment later, the door flies open, and I’m staring at Samantha Watson’s wide, happy grin. Her dark brown hair is pulled back beneath a blue bandana, and there’s a white streak of paint on her cheek that makes me think of street urchins. She’s at least three inches taller than the last time I saw her, the top of her head now reaching my chin.
In my mind, she’s still built like a pre-teen fence post, but to be fair, I can’t get any real sense of her figure since she’s wearing a paint-splattered men’s button-down that doubles as a smock and baggy, faded jeans.
I can see her face just fine, though. The same, but different. Her wide brown eyes seem bigger and darker, with the kind of lashes that Cayden’s wife Gracie wears when she’s modeling, but on Sam are the real deal. The childish round face that’s burned into my memories has given way to a perfect oval accented by cheekbones that stand out when she smiles. Something she’s doing right now, actually, and I can’t help but notice that her plump lips and wide mouth were made for smiling. And for other things. Things that I have no business noticing about my best friend’s sister. Not even in passing. Not even casually.
I’m still lecturing myself when she steps forward, obviously intending to give me a hug. And, damn me, I actually take a step back, her lush lips still filling my vision and Brody’s all-too-strict warning still ringing in my ears.
To my relief, she laughs. “I know. Awkward, right? I mean, you were like my brother, but it’s been ages. Probably best to start out with a friendly handshake and work our way up to social hugging.”
She thrusts out her hand, and I take it, noticing how well it fits into mine, and surprised at how smooth her skin is despite the fact that she apparently spends a lot of time working with her hands.
“From what Brody tells me,” I say, “we won’t be stopping at the social hug.”
It might be my imagination, but I think her grip tightens slightly. Not that I have time to analyze the nuances of our connection, because she gently tugs her hand free.
She clears her throat, then steps aside and ushers me into the house. “Listen, thank you so much. I know this whole thing must sound crazy, and I can’t even tell you how much it means to me that you agreed to do it.”
“I know. Brody told me the whole story about how you didn’t want to, but then you remembered how you two pledged to look out for me. And even though I’m old enough to look out for myself now, I really, really appreciate this.”
She pauses, looking me over once more before she shuts the front door and gestures me further into the house.
I hesitate, because this is the moment when I should tell her that I need to leave so that I can go strangle her brother. The guy never could keep a secret.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to help…,” I trail off lamely as she flashes me a crooked smile.
“I believe you. Why wouldn’t you want to go off to Fredericksburg to a weekend wedding hosted by people you’ve never met with a woman you haven’t seen since she was a kid, but now you’ll have to pretend to be her fiancé even though you don’t even know her favorite color?”
“When you put it that way, I must be crazy.”
RELEASED: 13 August 2019 FILTHY RICH AMERICANS #2
The Hale family is obsessed with status, power, and control. No problem is too big their money can’t solve.
Royce Hale manipulated me into giving him everything. My virginity. My hand in marriage. My heart.
And as soon as he got what he wanted, he callously sold me off for a cool ten million.
In the boardroom and the twisted game his family plays, he says the only rule is to win at all costs.
Yesterday I learned a painful lesson not to trust the prince of Cape Hill. Today I’ll destroy his carefully laid plans and show him just how badly he’s already lost.
All the money in the world won’t be able to stop me
Royce wasn’t amused. “What are you doing?”
I’d run my palms up his spread thighs until I found what I wanted. He made a half-hearted attempt to push my hands away, but I was persistent, and he began to grow hard under my touch.
He both did and didn’t want me to keep going. “I thought that wasn’t allowed.”
I stroked the bulge thickening down one leg of his suit pants. “Technically, I only agreed not to while we’re at the house.”
When I reached for his belt, his grip on my wrist was more serious. “My door’s not locked.”
“But it’s closed.” There was office etiquette—a closed door was treated as a locked one. Plus, Royce was a Hale and sat on the board of directors. “Only someone with career suicide would walk in here.”
I undid his belt buckle with one hand while cupping him with the other, and a nearly inaudible groan came from him. God, it was hot. He stared at me with his beautifully conflicted eyes, silently pleading for me to stop but also to hurry up already and get his zipper down. My unpracticed hands shook, but it was mostly with excitement.
Outside the office window, sunlight bounced off the brownish-blue bay far below. He had Boston and his fiancée at his feet, and his fingers curled tight around his throne as I pulled him free from his pants.
A big part of me was thrilled with this plan, no matter how risky it was. Macalister’s constant supervision and inappropriateness had left me feeling weak and powerless. I needed to take some control back. I’d push the rules just as I pushed Royce now.
“There you go, Medusa,” he muttered. He tipped his head toward his lap and his rock-hard erection. “Turning me into stone again.”
A half-laugh bubbled from my chest, but then I closed my hands around him and stroked downward. Last time I’d done this, he’d told me to do it like I meant it, and so I did now. I slid my firm grip up and down, wringing another moan from him.
This was his purest self. The only time I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he was being true. His body wouldn’t let him lie.
He was breathing hard, and his maroon tie rode his heaving chest like it weighed fifty pounds. It was undeniable how we looked. The prince being serviced by one of his subjects. His heavy cock throbbed in my hands, and I relished the way it felt. So soft and yet hard.
“Oh, fuck,” he said appreciatively, but then he glanced at his watch and torment twisted his face. “Fuck.”
Rather than pick up the pace, I slowed my tempo.
“You’re making me late.”
An evil smile bloomed on my face. “Then go. I’m not making you stay.”
“Oh, you aren’t, huh?” He gripped my hands and urged me to pump on him faster, both with his action and his furious eyes. “Harder,” he barked, “and faster. Finish what you started.”
“I’ll do it how I want, thank you very much.”
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RELEASED: 25 July 2019 STAND-ALONE
It was an accidental spring fling three years ago—one week spent in the mountains of Big Sur and no one was the wiser. Ignore the fact that Tobias James was my neighbor and my best friend’s older brother. Or that upon our return his hoop dreams were waiting for him, robbing us of any potential future we could have shared.
Now, I’m fulfilling my own dreams in L.A. and my biggest dream of all is about to come true. The last thing I expected was for my past and my present to collide.
Not now. Not here. Not him.
But he struts back into my life like he never even left. Unfortunately, I’ll never forget what happened after he did.
The ball is in my court, but Tobias isn’t below stealing—my power, my resolve, my heart… When he wants a second chance to reignite our connection, my answer is simple. We can’t.
Not unless we defy the rules our dreams were built on and risk everything.
“Where can we find the best view in Los Angeles?”
I had to think about that one. Every trail I’d hiked in the area ended with a gorgeous view, but I didn’t think a hike was what he’d had in mind. That gave me an idea. “Griffith Observatory has some nice views. Not sure how parking is this time of night.” I was still thinking. “Or there’s always Canyon Lake Drive.”
The look he gave me next wrapped a string around my heart and tugged gently. “Somewhere you haven’t been with a dude.”
Forcing back my smile, I grabbed his phone. “Drive. I’ll program the directions so I can enjoy the ride.”
I tried to ignore the pleased look on his face when I blushed at his request, but it was almost impossible to ignore him when I handed back his phone and my fingers accidentally brushed his. Our eyes connected on a beat, the electricity so charged between us that I felt the vibration throughout my body.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, like we both knew the conversation to come was a big one. Besides that, neither of us was a fan of small talk. Maybe that was why we’d always gotten along so well. We preferred hours of comfortable silence to awkward conversation. It made each moment we were together meaningful.
“Almost there,” he said once we were on Western Canyon Drive. “Where should I park?”
“You’ll keep going up the hill. Park on West Observatory Road. You’ll see the line of cars. I usually find a spot up close, but—” I made a face as I looked around his truck. “My car is three times smaller than this.” I grinned at him. “You might want to park about a half mile away.”
He chuckled. I didn’t understand why until he continued driving past where I recommended and almost reached the top of the hill, when he slowed. Just then, like fucking magic, a large truck was pulling out of a parallel parking spot, leaving it vacant.
“You are kidding me.”
He laughed again and parked with ease. Growing up in Malibu didn’t give us many opportunities for parallel parking, but I was certain he’d had his fair share of chances to get it right in Chicago.
I hopped out of the truck just as he made it to my side. “So impatient to hang out with me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Keep dreaming, James.”
He rolled his head back, grinning. “You realize there are women out there dreaming about a night just like this, right?”
I hoped he could feel the heat of my glare. “You don’t say.”
His lips pressed together like he was biting back a smile, then he took my hand in his and tugged me forward. “Let’s move. We have to make it before sunset.”
This time, silence didn’t fill our gaps. It dissipated with the first view we encountered before ever reaching the observatory.
“Wow.” I tugged away from him and walked to the balcony of the outlook.
As I stared out over trees and rock mountains, I had an epiphany. Taking Tobias here conveyed an unspoken promise that I’d never shared the same space with another man. I hadn’t even questioned the intimacy of what that meant, because it felt natural, just like everything with Tobias, even when the world was trying to pull us apart.
My choice had always been Tobias, even when he wasn’t around for me to choose. My heart still belonged to him.
A breeze whooshed by, tossing my hair. I breathed into the wind as it continued to beat against me, like the week hadn’t been enough for me to endure. And then strong arms wrapped around me from behind as my insides softened to putty. It had been only a week of knowing Tobias was back in town to stay, and I already knew I was in trouble.
Neither of us dared a word as he held me there, the hills of LA a beautiful sight before us, but it was his touch, his breath, his nearness that stole my focus. We’d never even made it to the observatory, but I knew what his mission was in wanting to take me somewhere with a view.
It was reminiscent of the one we’d shared in Big Sur, and I couldn’t ignore the rush of those memories that surfaced in the moment.
We stood in silence for a long time while Tobias held all of me—physically, emotionally, and metaphorically. His presence grounded me in a way that only my soul could feel. He owned me. All it took was the admission, and for the first time in a very long time, I felt at peace.
Once upon a time, Tobias had called me his moon. His rock. His strength. The one he reached for when the waters got rough. As risky as it was to admit it, I still wanted that to be true.
“Should we keep going?”
I knew Tobias was referring to the observatory, but my response was to a different interpretation of the question.
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RELEASED: 16 July 2019 Nights in Bliss #8
Go back in time to Bliss’s first happily ever after…
Once Upon a Time in Bliss, an all-new sexy romance in the Nights in Bliss, Colorado Series from New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake writing as Sophie Oak, is available now!
CIA operative John Bishop arrived in Bliss, Colorado, seeking a respite from the high-stakes game of blood and lies that sent him to the worst corners of the world. A week playing the role of vacationing professor Henry Flanders would recharge his batteries, especially if he found a gorgeous woman to occupy his time.
Nell Finn has spent her life focused on helping others, but when she meets the tall and mysterious Henry Flanders, she can’t stop imagining what he might do for her. When Nell and her mother are threatened, Henry comes to her, offering his protection and comfort.
But as the threats escalate out of control, Henry discovers that the beautiful and innocent Nell is much more than a plaything. Can he save the woman he loves without exposing the secrets that would drive her away?
“Is there any way you could drop me off in town?”
He felt his eyes narrow because she had plans. That was obvious. He was fairly sure that he wouldn’t like her plans. “Why?”
“Because I need to start scheduling the repairs.”
That wasn’t all she was planning on doing. She was hiding something. It was right there in the way she wouldn’t look him in the eyes. And why had she talked about her mom staying with Pam Sheppard and not herself? It was time to start herding Nell in the proper direction. He crowded her. It wasn’t hard in the small bedroom.
The minute she realized how close he was, she backed up, ceding the space until her back hit the door. “Henry?”
“How do you intend to pay for those repairs?” This cabin would require extensive repairs. Everything would have to be replaced. The door alone would cost hundreds of dollars, not to mention fixing the windows. He would bet a lot that Nell didn’t have that money.
Her face flushed the closer he got. Yes, she was aware of him, finally. That was what he wanted. “I don’t know that’s your business.”
“So it’s my business to take care of this for you, but not to know how you’ll take care of yourself? Is that how you work when you help someone out? You do one piece of the job and send them on their way?” He was playing on her sympathetic soul. And her body. He leaned in. She smelled sweet, like milk and honey. Damn, but he could eat her up. And there was no way to miss the way her nipples peaked under her sweater because she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her voice was slightly breathless. “I think it’s nice that you want to help, but I don’t need it. I can fix everything.”
He loomed over her, well aware that he was using his height to intimidate her. “How, Nell? Do you have a job you haven’t told me about?”
“I have a computer I can pawn,” she said quietly.
He’d wondered what she’d intended to do, and still his freaking cold-as-fuck heart softened a fraction. All she’d talked about on the way over here was her writing. “I thought you wrote books.”
Her back was against the wall. She had nowhere to go, and that was just what he wanted. Her eyes had dilated. They roamed from his face to his neck to his chest, taking him in even as she spoke. “I do, but I have to admit, I don’t think I’m very good at it. I keep getting rejected, so I might as well get rid of the computer. Do you have to stand so close?”
There wasn’t a trace of irritation in that question. It had been asked with a delicious breathiness that let him know she was interested.
“If you didn’t want me to stand so close, you should have gotten a bigger bedroom,” he said, well aware his voice had gone low. He stared down at her, unwilling to let her off the hook for a second. Now that he was close to her, he was damn sure he couldn’t let her go. Oh, eventually he would. He would go back to his life and she would move on with hers, but for a week or so, he was going to be in her bed. He was going to be in her body. And he was going to solve a few of her problems. “You can’t pawn your computer. How will you keep up with your protests? How will you know what to protest in the first place?”
It didn’t make any sense, but he couldn’t stand the thought of her walking into some crummy shop and giving up her computer for half of what it was worth.
“I’ll figure it out,” she replied, her eyes round.
And selling the thing wouldn’t do any good. It would be a drop in the bucket of what she would need. “It won’t work, Nell.” He backed her against the wall. “Let someone help you. I can loan you the money.”
It wouldn’t be a loan, but she didn’t have to know that until he was long gone and she couldn’t find him.
“That’s not a good idea.” Her head tilted up. “None of this is a good idea.”
But her lips, those fuck-me, take-me lips, were trembling. Her hands were moving to his waist like she couldn’t help herself, and he didn’t even want to try to help himself. Everything about his life was plotted and planned and decided on for the best of whatever fucking mission he happened to be on.
He didn’t want to think. He wanted her. That was all that mattered.
“It’s the best idea I’ve had in a long time.”
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RELEASED: 22 July 2019 Sin City Salvation #2
From the shadows, I’ve tracked her every move.
I was just supposed to watch her. But now, I can’t stop.
She’s my obsession. My addiction. My poison.
Watching her isn’t enough.
The savage in me won’t be satisfied until I take her and make her mine.
One taste and I’m hooked. Too bad for her… I’m never letting her go.
Stalked. Hunted. Captured.
He took me from my life and locked me away in his compound.
The ex-con. The big bad biker. Inked, bearded, and inhumanely sized.
And yet, every time he looks at me, I melt.
This broken beast hides demons behind those brutal eyes. I hate him… and I crave him. His touch, his words, his lips.
When my enemies come for me, he vows to protect me as long as I do what he says. I’ll be secure in this prison he created for me.
But who will protect me from him?
He dragged his nose through my hair, breathing me in. And then he pressed his lips against the shell of my ear, repeating the process all over again as he kissed his way down my jaw. When he finally got to my lips, I was hungry and wet for him. Dinner was scattered on the floor around us, long forgotten as his fingers grazed the hem of the silk robe against my thigh. He pulled it aside, then repeated the action on the other leg.
Leaning back, he studied my face before his eyes drifted to the part of me he’d exposed. I was open for him. Vulnerable to him. He could see everything, and I didn’t try to hide it. This was the broken, filthy part of me he needed to see. It was now or never. He could take it or leave it.
His attention drifted up while he tugged at the loose fabric covering my breasts. When he was finished, all that remained was the rope around my waist and the fabric pooling at my sides. I held my breath as I waited to see what he would do next. After everything that had just happened, more than anything, I wanted him to want me, and yet I was terrified he couldn’t. It didn’t make sense, but it was undeniable. He’d seen me at my worst, and I wanted him to tell me it was okay. It didn’t matter how fucked up I was, he wanted me anyway.
Just like with everything else, Huck did it in his own way. He reached for the zipper on his jeans, slowly dragging it down while his eyes locked onto mine. They were filled with dark promises and threats that reflected in his voice.
“Tell me to stop, Birdie. If you don’t, I’ll never let you go.”
“Don’t stop.” I forced the words from my raw throat. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
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RELEASED: 15 July 2019
From USA Today bestselling author Kimberly Knight, comes a short, steamy read that you won’t want to put down.
A sacred place free from judgment or inhibitions.
The only rule: Ask before you touch.
Sensation is an exclusive black-tie party attended by at least one hundred and fifty of the clubs most privileged members, and held once a month at an undisclosed mansion in Beverly Hills.
You may watch.
You may interact.
You can come together or you can choose to come alone.
The choice is yours.
Would you like it rough?
Would you like to be caressed and worshipped?
Or would you simply like to observe?
What do you desire?
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RELEASED: 09 July 2019
The Judgment of Paris is the second book in the Odyssey Duet
Love is honorable but selfish. Love is a record of my wrongs.
Love had fractured in trials but held on for the truth.
And the truth was he’d hurt me, yet I loved him.
He’d left me, yet I followed him.
But I was done with Léo Baudin.
And as soon as the semester was over, I would be done with Paris.
But until then, I would learn the rest of his secrets.
The ones they whispered about behind his back. The ones that had the entire city watching his every move. The ones that held him hostage.
But to know his secrets meant to know him. And to know him was to fall further for the man who’d already hurt me so much.
I hated him for breaking my heart, but I should’ve learned by now that the things we loathe become the things we love.
And just when I thought there was nothing left to keep us apart, the ghosts of his past came back to life with a truth neither of us could’ve expected.
And lies that neither of us could’ve imagined.
As each layer unraveled, the choice between power and wisdom and love grew greater. And the consequences of our decision would be the judgment of this city.
But when all else fails, love always hopes.
Against all odds, love always perseveres.
“So, you don’t want this?” he pushed, his hand now gently cupping me. He was watching it—watching it squeeze the soft flesh and thumb over my nipple. He watched it like his hand didn’t belong to him, like after this moment he’d cut it from his body for betraying him. “You don’t want me to fuck you on this desk right now?”
“No,” I insisted, even as I pushed against his palm.
“Menteuse. I bet your little body has been begging for me. I bet that pussy of yours is soaked and clenching, desperate to be stretched and ripped by my cock. I bet your body wants to swallow me whole, right now.”
“I bet yours wants the same,” I shot back breathlessly. It was as close to admitting to it as I was going to get.
His thumb grazed along the edge of my tank, tracing the soft skin of my chest like he was teetering on a precipice of what was going to happen right now.
I wanted him to choose me.
I wanted him to need me.
But he never did.
“I don’t need your body, Miss Milanovic.” His hand dropped to the desk between us and his face drifted farther from mine. “If I did, I wouldn’t have left.”
I shriveled up and died. Right there. In the middle of the classroom, in the middle of Paris, and in the middle of everything that my life could have been.
“Aly Martinez is one of the best in the business. You have to read her books.” –Meghan March, New York Times Bestselling Author
Written With You, the emotional and highly anticipated conclusion to The Regret Duet from USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez, is available now!
When I was fifteen, a single bullet changed my life. I spent the next decade trying to outrun the devastation of my past, building an empire that would shield me from whatever life could throw at me.
But all the money in the world couldn’t help me when I found a screaming newborn abandoned on my doorstep.
I’d never wanted to be a father. Passing the sludge that ran through my veins down to an innocent child seemed like a tragedy. But there she was—pink cheeks, red hair, and mine.
Somehow, against all logic, that little girl became the best thing that ever happened to me. It was impossible to stay lost in the past when I was the only one who could protect her future.
Which is exactly why, when her mother came back four years later, I was ready for battle.
If only I could stop myself from falling in love with her during the war.
True love never fades…
Broken With You, the next suspenseful tale in the all-new Stark Security series of standalones, from New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner, is available now!
After surviving a troubled childhood, Denise can’t believe that she’s blissfully married to her partner and soulmate. She’s confident that not even Mason’s long-term, deep-cover assignment will shake their bond. And she certainly doesn’t anticipate that when he finally walks back through her door that he’ll have no memory of her, himself, or their time together…
When Mason is pulled out of an operation gone bad, all he knows is what he’s told — that he was a covert agent, that he has information vital to national security somewhere in his head, and that they can tell him no more for fear of burying those hard-fought secrets even further. They tell him nothing else; not even that the beautiful woman who makes his heart beat faster is not just his partner, but also his wife.
The secret she must keep wrecks Denise, who wants only to return to Mason’s arms. But despite the desire that still burns hot between them, she can’t tell him who she is—or that she’s carrying his child.
But when dark forces threaten both their lives in order to retrieve the information trapped in Mason’s mind, it’s not their past that will be tested, but the tenuous new love now burning hot between them.
You don’t want to miss this sexy, suspenseful amnesia romance!
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I’ve lived in the darkness for so long.
No life. No choice.
The Devil owned me, body and soul – but not my heart. It was the only part of me which could never be claimed…
…or so I thought.
Viktor weaved his way into my heart and imprinted on my soul. He made it clear he was there to stay. Even when the darkness blinded us, he never left my side.
What we share was sweet, untamed and wild.
But it was forbidden, dangerous and the outcome would only be painful.
A game is being played. The arena is a bloodbath, and the Game Masters are brutal. In the end, only one will survive.
Only one King will be left standing.
Viktor bucked upward, his shaft pressing into me, right where I needed him.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he muttered thickly. “Flushed, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, gasping for your next breath, body shuddering. Totally and completely lost in your desire.”
He rubbed against me…oh…so exquisitely slow. So deliciously slow. My lips parted, a silent moan escaping me.
“I have seen you happy. Laughing, smiling. I have seen you sad, in tears. I have seen many sides of you. Your daily expressions. When you wake up. Before you go to sleep. While sleeping. But this…𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 is my favorite sight of you, Valerie. When you let go…and let yourself feel the pure, unadulterated lust. When you let me make you feel things…dirty filthy things, when you lose that tight control you’ve got.”
Viktor sat up and my eyes closed as his lips found my throat, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. I was helpless, but I didn’t want to fight this—not anymore.
“I have missed seeing you blush like this.” His voice vibrated through my body, and I started to feel hotter, tighter, my skin itching with 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥.
He ran his hand up and down my sides before moving to my back. His fingers slid up my spine, leisurely, so slowly…I started to twitch in his arms, rubbing harder against him. My pussy clenched, and I swore I felt the sparks throughout my body. Viktor started to thread his fingers into my hair. He fisted it in his hand and pulled my head back.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered harshly.
The moment I opened my eyes, my gaze landed on his. His dark ones were filled with heat, and they were intense. I had to blink and look away.