He’s her patient. She’s his doctor. They shouldn’t. But God, do they want to.
Camden Harris, the famously hot, hulk of a footballer is laid up in a London hospital. But his busted knee doesn’t stop him from running his well-practiced game on Indie Porter—his redheaded spitfire of a doctor. She’s not his type, not even close. But she could be the perfect distraction from the soul-crushing damage this injury could cost him.
Indie’s tired of her naivety putting a target on her back. As a gifted child, she’s let her education take the front seat her whole life. But a fling with a footballer like Camden might be just what she needs to grab life by the balls.
And he could be the perfect guy for the plan she’s been sitting on for over two years.
But when feelings make a final play, there’s no amount of medicine that can heal the damage to their hearts.
We arrive at my building and take the lift up to my fourth floor flat. As I’m unlocking the front door, she asks, “Are you a good dancer, Camden?”
This question is odd, even for her. “Why do you ask?”
She sighs and leans against the wall just as I open the door. “I envisioned you were tonight when I was dancing with some bloke.”
My jaw clenches. “I don’t need to hear about you dancing with other guys.”
She smirks. “But I was thinking about you so it shouldn’t count.”
“It counts.”
“I think I like this jealous side of you. I might have to use it to my—”
Her snarky comment is cut off by a satisfying yelp as I wrap my arms around her waist and throw her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she squeals as I savour the feel of her bare legs in my hands.
I turn and walk her inside, kicking the door closed with my foot. “Do you think you’re smart, talking to me like that?” I ask, completely unable to hide the smile on my face.
Her hair tickles my back as she giggles. “I am quite smart, actually. I skipped three whole grades in primary school. Did you know that?”
“I didn’t know that. Tell me then, what did they do to punish clever girls with smart mouths in boarding school?”
“Oh, naughty, naughty things.” She giggles again and I have a momentary desire to put her down just so I can see her face when she does it.
“I might need a demonstration.” I walk down the hallway and straight to my room, forgoing the polite flat tour, the offering of drinks, and the inane small talk. Our arrangement is for sex and sex alone.
“I might be inclined to oblige.” Her voice is breathy when we reach the quiet darkness of my room.
Amy Daws lives in South Dakota with her husband, and miracle daughter, Lorelei. The long-awaited birth of Lorelei is what inspired Amy’s first book, Chasing Hope, and her passion for writing. Amy is a lover of all things British and her award-nominated contemporary romance series, The London Lovers Series, is centered around Americans in London. It’s emotional and self-deprecating with lots of humor sprinkled in.
On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing to Strawberry Shortcake’s theme song or stuffing themselves inside children’s-sized playhouses because there is nothing they wouldn’t do for their little miracle.
Today we are celebrating the release of BROKEN GOD by Nazarea Andrews. Broken God is an adult contemporary fantasy, standalone novel. Check out the buy links and the excerpt below. The book is on sale for .99¢ for 2 days ONLY!
Apollo has lived alone for centuries, content to spin out the years wandering a new and strange world, lost in the past and endless versions of the future. He has cut all ties with the remains of Olympus and his power, and hidden himself in humanity.
His twin thinks he’s depressed, spending his time in coffee shops, hospital waiting rooms, and concert halls…and nothing matters. Not really.
Until her.
Iris. With her teasing mouth and soulful music and eyes that remind him of the past.
He can’t resist her smile.
A girl as wild as he was, once, with a poet’s tongue and the body of a siren, who for one night makes him forget all the years and everything he gave up.
And he can’t stop fate.
Gods knows he’s tried.
He can’t help taking her.
Even if he knows better.
When Iris wakes up screaming, caught up in visions of the future, Apollo realizes that he didn’t leave his power quite as far behind as he thought.
He’s the god of prophecy and he’s been running from it, for centuries.
Iris is everything he has to avoid.
Now he has a furious Oracle on his hands, his sister trying to fix him, and someone is killing the gods.
It’s not just his tenuous sanity that hangs in the balance this time.
It’s all of Olympus.
Godhood really wasn’t supposed to be this hard.
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Excerpt:
There are a few things that will never change, despite everything else that has.
When I call, my sister will come.
Always.
It is the unshakable truth that my entire world is built on, from my first memories to this day. So when I piece it together, I don’t think.
I slide my phone out, even in the hospital room while Iris murmurs at her brother and Heath eyes me like I might break her.
Stupid boy. I already have.
I text her and slide the phone away. I don’t need to watch to know she’ll answer, any more than I need the answer to know she’ll be at my apartment when we return.
This is Artemis, who has made a life of taking care of me and worrying about me.
I listen to Heath and Lily talk around Iris, listen to her increasingly fragmented babble, and when Heath sends Lily a confused look, I intervene. Catch her hand and let a thin trickle of power seep from me to her. “We had a very long day, and she didn’t sleep well. I think I should probably take her home and let her get some rest. Do you mind?”
Heath does. I can tell, the way he’s bristling but Iris slumps into me and yawns, impressively, backing up every lie I’m spinning.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, ok? You just. You rest. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
She’s still looking over her shoulder when I pull her from the room.
Her eyes are wide and serious when we duck into a stairwell. “What happened to him?” she asks. Staring at me like I might give her answers. Like she has the right to demand answers from me.
Smart girl.
I tuck her hair back, behind her ears and ignore the low growl of warning it earns me. “If I promise to tell you when we reach my apartment. Will you trust me a little bit longer, sweetheart?”
Her eyes narrow. “Last time we got to your apartment, you and I didn’t do much in the way of talking.”
I grin at that. Because. Fair point.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.
For The Love of English by A.M. Hargrove
Release Date: September 15th, 2016
Synopsis:
FromUSA TodayBestselling Author, A.M. Hargrove, comes a New Adult, Single Dad, Sexy, Stand Alone Romance.
Single dad, Beckley Bridges, is sexy as hell.
No, really, he’s the hottest thing since the sun was created.
Honest to God, crack an egg on him and the thing will sizzle.
So what’s the problem?
He’s also a gigantic jerk.
I hate the bastard.
I try to avoid him at all costs.
But for some reason, everywhere I go he seems to show up.
Only the real issue is his daughter, English.
She’s an adorable quirky first-grader who’s the sweetest thing since iced tea.
And she’s one of my students but also the love of his life.
So I have to deal with him on a professional level.
It’s not easy.
On a scale of easy to hard, dealing with Beckley Bridges is like nails screeching across a blackboard.
But when English’s mother tries to gain custody after abandoning her on Beckley’s doorstep as an infant, he’ll do anything possible to keep English under his roof.
That’s how he ends up propositioning me.
And crazy as it sounds?
I find myself considering it.
This is a full-length novel that includes mature content not suitable younger readers.
This story melted my heart in so many ways. And it’s not the lead male or female that stole heart – it’s the little girl, English who runs away it.
I won’t go into too many details about this book. You have to experience all the feels of this book firsthand. Trust me, you will be under the rainbow after reading this book.
Beck unexpectedly finds himself being at father at the young age of 19. Fast-forward six years later and you get to see what kind of father he is.
English is starting her first day of school and Sheridan is her teacher. As much as English doesn’t want to go, it’s Sheridan’s great thinking that wins English over. And that’s where everything starts.
I love the slow build of everything. Sheridan and Beck do not hit off right away and even as things progress, you can see that Sheridan isn’t really impressed by Beck other than being a great father. Outside of that, he’s a butthole – seriously that’s what Sheridan calls him.
Annie wrote a very endearing and true to life story. The interactions between not just Sheridan and Beck but with Beck’s parents are so honest and heartfelt, you truly forget this story isn’t real.
But what made me love this book even more was English. That little girl stole the limelight in this book. She’s a true angel and such a bundle of joy and energy. I kid you not, after reading this, I couldn’t help but hold my own little one and just squeeze her a little tighter. Our children are our world and we will do anything for them.
One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn’t do something soon, it would be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So she made a quick decision to quit her job and reinvented herself as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author.
She fancies herself all of the following: Reader, Writer, Dark Chocolate Lover, Ice Cream Worshipper, Coffee Drinker (swears the coffee, chocolate, and ice cream should be added as part of the USDA food groups), Lover of Grey Goose (and an extra dirty martini), #WalterThePuppy Lover, and if you’re ever around her for more than five minutes, you’ll find out she’s a non-stop talker.
“What?” Bentley shrugged then smoothly walked over to Jane and pulled out a box of black high-heeled pumps in a size eight and a half. “Your foot, milady?”
Brock rolled his eyes. “Give it a rest, Bentley. She can put on her own damn shoes.”
Bentley completely ignored him. “I love a woman’s foot.” He grabbed Jane’s broken shoe and tossed it to the side while his hands danced along the arch of her foot. His fingertips danced along her skin. Seduction by foot rub? That was new.
“It’s sexy, the arch.” He leaned over her, his lips parting just enough to give her the impression he was thinking about kissing her. “The curve of a woman’s foot reminds me of her body…see? Sexy.” He slid the shoe on a very terrified looking Jane and stood. “Perfect fit.”
Jane’s mouth opened then closed as a rosy flush crept over her face. “Th-thank you.”
“I bought you my favorite brand.”
Her eyebrows arched. How did he know about Manolo Blahnik? “Oh.” And then she nodded and said loudly, “Ohhhh! That makes sense!”
“You wearing them,” she explained. “That’s great. I mean, good for you. I’m sorry I’m so awkward at things like this, but it’s good you’re…you know…” She bobbed her head and sputtered. “Out and…comfortable with it.”
“Out?” Bentley repeated. “I’m confused.”
“Of the closet,” she said slowly then saw the scowl on Bentley’s face. “Or maybe you just like to dress like a woman?” She straightened her shoulders and tried again. “In either case, congratulations on your choice to wear women’s clothing!”
Brock about died laughing as Bentley’s horrified expression went from stunned to genuine confusion.
“You heard her.” Brock held his laughter in check. “Congratulations, brother. I’ll take care of the press release: Bachelor Playboy Bentley Wellington and his private women’s shoe collection.”
Bentley let out a strangled laugh. “Yes, and while we’re at it why don’t we remind the press that the clock is ticking on that auction of yours? Hmm?”
“Auction?” Jane asked.
“Don’t.” Brock shook his head. “You don’t want to know.”
“But she probably already does.” Bentley pointed out. “Unless she doesn’t read the news…?”
They both stared at her, waiting for an answer.
“I, uh…” She ducked her head, blushing again. “I read books.”
“How pure.” Bentley smiled and sat down next to her. “And just so we’re clear.” He leaned in as though he was going to kiss her. “My bat only swings one way…and I can assure you, every time I get thrown a pitch, I hit it out of the park.”
Jane isn’t entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough start, but didn’t she eventually land a prince and a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding, entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a prince in sight. Until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane wondering if princes—or at least, a certain deliciously hunky billionaire—maybe do exist.
Except Brock Wellington isn’t anyone’s dream guy. Hell, a prince would never agree to be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder. Or act like an arrogant jerk—even if it was just a façade. Now, as Brock is waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures it’s karmic retribution that he’s tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can’t have. But while they can’t have a fairy-tale ending, maybe they can indulge in a little bit of fantasy . .
About the Author:
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
We are very excited to bring you this new novella in the Stark International Series, TAKE MY DARE by J.Kenner will release on November 8, 2016. Get ready to take a passionate new ride with Jackson Steele.
I’ve never been happier than I am with Jackson Steele. But I should know better than anyone that happiness always comes at a price …
My life with Jackson is nothing short of perfection. He is my love, my husband, the one man in all the world who makes me feel alive and whole. Our careers are on track. Our family is growing. And the ghosts of our past have been vanquished – or so I believed.
When a wonderful night of sensuality and passion following a masquerade ball turns dark with the news that haunting, horrible photographs of me have surfaced, my old fears and insecurities threaten to knock me down, and it is only within Jackson’s arms that I find the strength to endure.
But even Jackson’s protection may not be able to save us, because I know my husband well. And he will do whatever it takes—even if it means risking himself—in order to protect our family…
Contains a bonus Steele Short Story, Steal My Heart!
J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.
Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit.
JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A five time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy). Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series (as Julie Kenner) is currently in development with AwesomenessTV/Awestruck.
Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in over twenty languages.
In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.
A Fixed Trilogy Spinoff Release Date: September 20th, 2016 Genre: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis:
I’m good in a boardroom, but I’m better in the bedroom. Much better. I can charm the skirt off any woman in one encounter. I’ll even give her an orgasm before I put her in a cab. Or three. No more or she’ll start making plans for the future and I’m not into that.
Or I wasn’t until Genevive Fasbender. She’s the first woman in five years that I want to spend the whole night with. And she’s the first woman who’s told me I’m not what she wants in a lover, even after multiple O’s. She’s brash and bold and stubborn as hell, and she doesn’t believe it’s possible to satisfy her.
But I’m up for the challenge.
And after an incident in my brother’s office closet―a downright dirty incident―I think I’m just the guy to deliver.
Laurelin Paige is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters.
From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.
Yet there’s more.
Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.
I’m enamored. He’s captured me.
How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie?
**STROKED LONG can be read as a stand alone.
Let me just start this review off by saying I abso-freaking-utely love Meghan Quinn. Every single book that I have read by her, I have couldn’t out down once I started. And Stroked Long is right up there!!
Stroked Long is the second book in her Stroked series. While there is Meghan’s typical humor and quirks, it’s not as prominent as her first book. This book has a slight bit more serious tone to it due to the lead male, Bodi. But do not fear, Ruby brings her crayola box of colors and sunshine to this story.
Brodi went through a really horrific incident when he was a kid and that has caused him to become socially awkward with some OCD tendencies. However, he turned to swimming as his one constant to keep him calm and in control. Through swimming, he’s been able to keep his oddities private and allow him to somehow move through life. Or so he that’s he thought he was doing. Til Ruby came into his life.
Ruby is a very colorful and sporadic individual. She’s full of life and owns her quirkiness. She’s a bundle of color and holds nothing back. She teaches art at the Boys and Girls club and let’s just say she has the patience and heart for this job like noone else.
Ruby and Brodi find themselves working together on foundation project that Brodi’s sister came up with but can’t run due to her own schedule. And thus begins their working relationship which slowly turns into an expected friendship. These two made me smile, ALOT. Their interactions were so sweet and innocent. Brodi is very awkward when it comes to meeting new people so all of this is totally out of his element. But it’s Ruby’s personality that makes everything so easy and simple.
I loved this story from start to finish. I love the slow build and watching these two interact with one another. Ruby won me over immediately with her ability to make anyone around her feel comfortable and at ease. She’s got a heart that is so pure and full of love -you can’t help but be drawn to that. And Brodi, he tug at my heart strings. Seeing his struggles and the war within himself, my heart just hurt. But these two together – they’re perfect – made for one another. But it’s not an easy road getting there. But love always prevails.
Another superb book by Meghan. And I can’t wait for Hollis’ book – he’s been one everyone has been waiting for!
BLURB:
Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.
His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.
On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.
I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.
There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.
What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.
About the Author:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
It was complicated, it was also just the beginning. A decision. A simple choice. There is always that one moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road. A different life. It was easier to pretend that we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy. Pretending was better than knowing the truth… I. Ruined. Us. I had her. I lost her. I love her. All I did was complicate us.
It was only a matter of time until the truth came out.
I never thought it would come to this… I tried, God knows I tried to stay away from her but eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. I could no longer go back and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it. I knew there would be hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would willingly take the burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend’s sister. If there is one person I’d willingly go to hell and back for it was…
Lillian Ryder
I met her when I was sixteen.
I fell in love with her when I was seventeen.
She brought me to my knees when I was twenty.
I loved her against reason.
I loved her against hope.
I loved her against all odds.
Now she’s back, a constant reminder of what I lost, what could have been.
I hate her.
I resent her.
I still love her.
Can I forgive her…
Will she be my end once again or my beginning?
They say in order to find yourself you have to go home.
What if home was what you were running from? Where did that leave you? Always on the other side of the fence. Always looking in. Always wishing you were someone you couldn’t be. Until one day you meet her. The one. She was my high, but she was also…
USA Today Bestselling Author of The Good Ol’ Boys Standalone Series, The VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, and Two Sides.
M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.
She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.
Secret Sins by CD Reiss
Release Date: September 18th, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
“I am absolutely blown away by this story. Secret Sins pulled on my emotions and pushed all my buttons. I can’t stop thinking about it. At the very top of my favorite reads for 2016, and I highly doubt it can get knocked off.”
― Sawyer Bennett,New York Times Bestselling Author
Synopsis:
A brand new, edgy, sexy standalone from CD Reiss.
Her name is Cinnamon. Cin for short. Band mates Strat and Indy don’t know anything about her except she’s smart as hell and sexy as heaven. They can’t agree who gets her, so they do the only thing two best friends could do. They declare her off limits to both of them.
Margie, AKA Cinnamon-you-can-call-me-Cin, has a thing or two to tell these guys.
Nobody “gets” her. She’ll let them know which one she wants when she can decide between them. Until then, their little pledges and promises aren’t her problem.
Her family is her problem. Her friends. And the world-famous blues rocker who has her cornered. He’s her problem too.
This may be one problem she can’t fix without some help.
Secret Sins is a standalone novel with an HEA, an edge just where you need it, and a shocking twist at the end. It’s recommended for people over the age of 18 with an open mind and a love of super hot stories.
CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
I’m a heroin addict. A junkie. A whore. I’ll do anything to get my next fix.
Anything.
Including walking right onto the property of Austin’s most ruthless and feared drug
lord to beg for some H. I don’t know his name, only that people call him Boss. Oh,
and that he won’t think twice to put a bullet in my head.
But like I said, I’ll do anything to get my next fix. Even if it costs me my life.
Or changes it forever.
This is my first book by Heather C Leigh so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I didn’t read reviews of her previous books because I didn’t want others opinions to persuade me in any direction. I wanted to go in blind and be surprised by reaction. And surprised I was.
I was expecting a very dark and twisted story, and I got that. But I was not expecting the surprising heartfelt gestures from the drug lord. And he himself was surprised by what he was doing, but he knew deep down why.
Boss is Austin’s king drug lord and he’s ruthless. He killed his predecessor before him and knows what it takes to maintain his rule. Miri is the junkie who somehow finds herself at his doorstep going through the beginning stages of withdrawal from heroin.
Surprising himself, Boss takes in Miri and has this overwhelming need to take care of her. Boss has not been able to forgive himself of things in his past and he’s hoping that Miri is his way of fixing those wrongs. However, Miri proves to be quite the spitfire when she’s not jonesing for a fix.
The dynamics between Boss and Miri are quite interesting. These two definitely go nose to nose a few times and the fire between them is stoked, ALOT. But Miri know that nothing comes free in the drug world.
The history of both Miri and Boss really play into this story. It explains a lot of how they got to this point and the decisions they continue to make. Even though these two are completely different, there attraction couldn’t be any more intense. But Boss knows that in the drug world, anything you are extremely protective of, will also become your biggest weakness.
I love the story that Heather has developed and I am quite intrigued as to how all this will play out in the next book, Jagger.
Excerpt
Boss gives Miri a hit
Despite Miri’s disgusting appearance, her nasty addiction to heroin, and the
fact that her maybeboyfriend had been stealing from me to feed her habit, I felt
responsible for her. It was my shit she got hooked on, and she just seemed… frail
and in need of someone to take care of her. It was almost as if she were sent here as
penance for my past failures to take care of my mom and sister.
Besides, Miri intruded on my property. She knew where I lived. I couldn’t
just toss her out. It was highly unlikely, but she could call the cops and get them
down here with a warrant in the blink of an eye.
Better to get her dosed up and calmed down before trying to talk.
“Jase,” I barked.
One of my men immediately appeared at my side. “Yes, Boss.”
“Bring me the kit.”
With a sharp nod, he left the room and reappeared in less than two minutes
to hand me a small zippered pouch. “Here you go, Boss.”
“All of you leave,” I ordered as I began prepping the kit. One by one, I lined
the items up on the table, in the order I would need them. Everyone obeyed my
command but one.
“Boss, come on…”
“Milo, don’t push me any further tonight.” I turned to give my lieutenant a
dark stare that said don’t fuck with me. He better not press his thoughts in front of a
stranger.
Milo’s lips pressed tight as he struggled to keep his mouth shut and follow
my orders. Nothing new from the big, strongwilled man. He was very opinionated
at times. Tense and agitated, Milo gave in and agreed. “Fine. I’m going home then,
Boss.”
“See you in the morning.” I dismissed Milo and returned my attentions to
the sweaty, gross, trembling girl in my kitchen.
Using an alcohol pad, I wiped my hands to kill any germs. Then I picked up
a tiny packet of white powder, careful not to spill any, and poured it into a spoon
designed to lie on a flat surface without tilting. The rubber tourniquet was long
compared to Miri’s razorthin arm. I knotted it around the tiny limb, holding back a
pained grimace at touching her filthy skin. When I glanced up to check on her, I
found Miri watching intently. I blinked and tore my gaze away from those wide
green eyes to search for a vein. There wasn’t a single usable one on her
scarriddled arm.
“Shit,” I muttered when an inspection of her other arm turned up the same.
“II use my feet.” Miri’s voice was so soft I nearly missed her response.
Caught in the sliver of emerald in those captivating eyes, it took me a minute
to reply.
“All right.” I removed the tourniquet, put it around a slender ankle, and
placed her left foot on the floor to get better blood flow to the extremity. A single
bluish vein stood out, surrounded by a halfdozen faded and fresh track marks.
“There it is.” I grabbed another alcohol pad and swabbed the area. Syringe in hand,
I uncapped a vial of sterile water and drew up a small amount, adding it to the
powered opiate in the spoon. Using a lighter, I cooked the drugs until the mixture
was reduced to a clear, bubbling liquid. As I waited for the chemicals to cool, Miri
became frantic.
“IIt’s okay. I ccan take it hot. Really. II don’t mind. Please…”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not safe. You could blow a vein or worse.”
“I don’t care! Give it to me.” She started to struggle in the chair, in danger of
tipping it over again.
Fed the fuck up with today’s events and bullshit in general, I caught her chin
between my thumb and forefingers and pinched hard enough to hold her still.
“Stop this immediately or you’ll get nothing. Listen carefully, because I’m
only going to say it once. I’m never, ever hospitable to intruders, so you should
consider yourself lucky to still be breathing right now and not being driven to a
remote location where no one will ever find your body.”
Those dull eyes widened with fear and her lip trembled. “Okay, okay. I’m
ggood. I’ll be good. I’m ssorry.”
I ripped open another alcohol swab and wiped off my fingers. Filthy junkie.
Once the mixture was cool, I drew it up into the syringe using a filtered needle and
made sure the air was out.
“Ready?” I’m not sure why I bothered—I knew the answer before the
question was asked.
“Yes, please, please, please.” Miri vibrated with anticipation.
Despite the fact I grew up around drugs, despised drug use, watched my
family implode from drug addiction and never once allowed anyone to get high in
my house or permitted drug use among my employees, I went against everything I
believed personally and stuck the needle into the vein on Miri’s foot. I pulled back
to watch as dark red blood entered the syringe. With visual confirmation I hit a
vein, I removed the tourniquet and slowly injected the opiate into her system until
the syringe was empty. Working efficiently, I cleaned up the kit, put the used items
in a container for the staff to dispose of, and washed my hands at the sink.
Then I sat down and waited.
BOOK TRAILER
Meet Heather C. Leigh
Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes
to write about the ‘dark’ side of fame. The part that the public doesn’t get to see,
how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.
Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta,
GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.
She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white
chocolate, everyone knows it’s not real chocolate so it doesn’t count) and has left
explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and
sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked
good time.
My favorite authors are Dan Wells, Ken Follett, and Stephen King.
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