by Celia Aaron
“I made a couple of new friends.” I grab a handful of her breast and pinch her nipple too hard, the way she likes it.
“Fucking Cash.” She turns toward me and pushes me down on my back.
I grab her hips as she settles on top of me, her wet pussy sliding onto my cock as I groan at her heat. She starts a fast rhythm, grinding her pussy on me and trying to get off before I have a chance. Fuck that.
I flip her onto her back and pound into her as she scratches at my chest and tries to bite my lip. Leaning down, I let her. She draws blood, and we kiss harder, making war as much as love. It’s always like this with her. Too much and not enough. I’ll probably get this taste tonight and not see her again for six months. By then, we could be sideways again. It doesn’t matter. She’s hot and wanting right now, and I’m going to give her everything I’ve got.
She lifts her hips to me as I feast on her breasts, sucking her hard nipples as she runs her nails along my scalp. She gets loud, her moans echoing.
I slow my pace, and she digs her heels into my ass to spur me faster.
“Cash!” She tries to take control, surging her hips up and sliding back and forth on my cock.
In a flash, I snag my pistol and fire one shot toward the balcony. The assassin from the street groans and falls backward. Moments later, screams ring out from below.
“About fucking time. Jesus, Cash.” Her accent turns French.
I pin her hands above her and kiss the smirk right off her lips. I ride her hard and stroke her spot again and again until her legs shake and her hips seize. Sirens fill the night, and more shouting lofts up from below.
Right when her pussy clamps down on me like a vice, I shoot inside her. Because I’m Cash Remington, and I never miss.
Cash Remington and the Rum Run
Chapter One
THE ANGRY SEA HISSES and roils beneath the ship as the harsh sun beats down on my bare shoulders. We’ve been passing bits of timber and shipping crates for half an hour, my crew keeping a weather eye open for whatever vessel met its unfortunate fate in this part of the ocean.
“Captain!” Roland yells down from the crow’s nest and points to the starboard bow.
I leave the helm to my second-in-command and dash down the steps, across the main deck, and up to the foredeck. A mass of wreckage drifts one-hundred yards ahead. The ship looks blasted in two. A tattered blue and white flag marks the ruin as belonging to the East India Trading Company. It barely flies above the sparkling water.
What’s left leans badly, and has taken on enough water to sink at any moment. A few bodies float nearby, bobbing up and down on the waves that knock more water into the ship.
I turn back to my crew of a dozen men. They wait for orders, and they shall have them.
“What are you waiting for, you scurvy dogs?” I roar. “Get your asses in the water. I want every piece of cargo, every bit of cloth, and every morsel of food left on that ship!”
I toss my leather hat onto the deck, and with a strong running leap, I dive headfirst into the rough waters and strike out for the wreck. Something whispers to me like a long-lost lover. Gold. I can’t so much as see a glint of it anywhere in the blasted remains of the vessel, but I can feel it. It’s in there, and it will be mine.
The Caribbean water flows warm around me. Spring has only just begun, scenting the air with the phantom smell of faraway blooms. But all I smell is pitch and ruin as I near the hull of the ship. My men yell and splash behind me in the row boats.
The tattered white mainsail billows just beneath the surface, blocking entry from this side. Instead of swimming around, I dive beneath it, kicking hard and strong past the splintered mast and into the bowels of the wreckage. Bits of junk—planks, empty sacks, clothing, and pieces of barrels—float all around me. I push farther down, avoiding the trap of the sail. A man’s body floats by, his dark eyes open and staring, his mouth twisted in horror. I shove him away and swim closer to the hulking vessel above me.
Once the shadows change and the sail is at my back, I kick toward the surface until my thighs burn. I break through and take a deep breath before spinning to take in what’s left of the ship.
The cargo hold is split wide open, and I pull myself onto the sideways keel to survey what goods are left intact. More splashes tell me my men are close.
“Get your useless, pitiful arses in here or, so help me, I’ll whip you, one and all!”
Cries of “Aye aye, Captain” ring out. My crew isn’t the smartest or the fastest, but when I threaten the lash, they get shit done.
Spilled bags of sodden grain line the hold directly in front of me. We can dry them out and sell them, making no mention of their salty contents. I add up the haul in my head. It won’t amount to much, but it’s something.
I scan deeper into the shadows as a particularly large wave crashes against the keel. Something glimmers in the darkness. Something that calls to me more than anything else—gold.
Cash Remington and the Rum Run
Available June 2, 2016
Dark Romance by Celia Aaron
SINCLAIR
The Acquisition Series, Prologue
Sinclair Vinemont, an impeccable parish prosecutor, conducts his duties the same way he conducts his life--every move calculated, every outcome assured. When he sees something he wants, he takes it. When he finds a hint of weakness, he capitalizes. But what happens when he sees Stella Rousseau for the very first time?
COUNSELLOR
The Acquisition Series, Book 1
In the heart of Louisiana, the most powerful people in the South live behind elegant gates, mossy trees, and pleasant masks. Once every ten years, the pretense falls away and a tournament is held to determine who will rule them. The Acquisition is a crucible for the Southern nobility, a love letter written to a time when barbarism was enshrined as law.
Now, Sinclair Vinemont is in the running to claim the prize. There is only one way to win, and he has the key to do it—Stella Rousseau, his Acquisition. To save her father, Stella has agreed to become Sinclair’s slave for one year. Though she is at the mercy of the cold, treacherous Vinemont, Stella will not go willingly into darkness.
As Sinclair and Stella battle against each other and the clock, only one thing is certain: The Acquisition always ends in blood.
MAGNATE
The Acquisition Series, Book 2
Lucius Vinemont has spirited me away to a world of sugar cane and sun. There is nothing he cannot give me on his lavish Cuban plantation. Each gift seduces me, each touch seals my fate. There is no more talk of depraved competitions or his older brother – the one who’d stolen me, claimed me, and made me feel things I never should have. Even as Lucius works to make me forget Sinclair, my thoughts stray back to him, to the dark blue eyes that haunt my sweetest dreams and bitterest nightmares. Just like every dream, this one must end. Christmas will soon be here, and with it, the second trial of the Acquisition.
SOVEREIGN
The Acquisition Series, Book 3
The Acquisition has ruled my life, ruled my every waking moment since Sinclair Vinemont first showed up at my house offering an infernal bargain to save my father’s life. Now I know the stakes. The charade is at an end, and Sinclair has far more to lose than I ever did. But this knowledge hasn’t strengthened me. Instead, each revelation breaks me down until nothing is left but my fight and my rage. As I struggle to survive, only one question remains. How far will I go to save those I love and burn the Acquisition to the ground?
Romantic Sports Comedy
by Celia Aaron & Sloane Howell
CLEAT CHASER
Kyrie Kent hates baseball. She hates players even more. When her best friend drags her to a Ravens game, she spends the innings reading a book… Until she gets a glimpse of the closer—a pitcher who draws her like a magnet. Fighting her attraction to Easton Holliday is easy. All she has to do is keep her distance, avoid the ballpark, and keep her head down. At least, all that would have worked, but Easton d
oesn’t intend to let Kyrie walk so easily. When another player vies for Kyrie’s attention, Easton will swing for the fences. But will Kyrie strike him out or let him steal home?
Short Sexy Reads by Celia Aaron
F*ck of the Irish
The Hard and Dirty Holidays
Eamon is my crush, the one guy I can’t stop thinking about. His Irish accent, toned body, and sparkling eyes captivated me the second I saw him. But since he slept with my roommate, who claims she still loves him, he’s been off limits. Despite my prohibition on dating him, he has other ideas. Resisting him is the key to keeping my roommate happy, but giving in may bring me more pleasure than I ever imagined.
A Stepbrother for Christmas
The Hard and Dirty Holidays
Annalise dreads seeing her stepbrother at her family’s Christmas get-together. Niles had always been so nasty, tormenting her in high school after their parents had gotten married. British and snobby, Niles did everything he could to hurt Annalise when they were younger. Now, Annalise hasn’t seen Niles in three years; he’s been away at school in England and Annalise has started her pre-med program in Dallas. When they reconnect, dark memories threaten, sparks fly, and they give true meaning to the “hard and dirty holidays.”
Bad Boy Valentine
The Hard and Dirty Holidays
Jess has always been shy. Keeping her head down and staying out of sight has served her well, especially when a sexy photographer moves in across the hall from her. Michael has a budding career, a dark past, and enough ink and piercings to make Jess’ mouth water. She is well equipped to watch him through her peephole and stalk him on social media. But what happens when the bad boy next door comes knocking?
Bad Boy Valentine Wedding
The Hard and Dirty Holidays
Jess and Michael have been engaged for three years, waiting patiently for Jess to finish law school before taking the next step in their relationship. As the wedding date approaches, their dedication to each other only grows, but outside forces seek to tear them apart. The bad boy will have to fight to keep his bride, and Jess will have to trust him with her whole heart to make their happy ending a reality.
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Forced by the Kingpin
Forced Series, Book 1
I’ve been on the trail of the local mob kingpin for months. I know his haunts, habits, and vices. The only thing I didn’t know was how obsessed he was with me. Now, caught in his trap, I’m about to find out how far he and his local cop-on-the-take will go to keep me silent.
Forced by the Professor
Forced Series, Book 2
I’ve been in Professor Stevens’ class for a semester. He’s brilliant, severe, and hot as hell. I haven’t been particularly attentive, prepared, or timely, but he hasn’t said anything to me about it. I figure he must not mind and intends to let me slide. At least I thought that was the case, until he told me to stay after class today. Maybe he’ll let me off with a warning?
Forced by the Hitmen
Forced Series, Book 3
I stayed out of my father’s business. His dirty money never mattered to me, so long as my trust fund was full of it. But now I’ve been kidnapped by his enemies and stuffed in a bag. The rough men who took me have promised to hurt me if I make a sound or try to run. I know, deep down, they are going to hurt me no matter what I do. Now I’m cuffed to their bed. Will I ever see the light of day again?
Forced by the Stepbrother
Forced Series, Book 4
Dancing for strange men was the biggest turn on I’d ever known. Until I met him. He was able to control me, make me hot, make me need him, with nothing more than a look. But he was a fantasy. Just another client who worked me up and paid my bills. Until he found me, the real me. Now, he’s backed me into a corner. His threats and promises, darkly whispered in tones of sex and violence, have bound me surer than the cruelest ropes. At first I was unsure, but now I know – him being my stepbrother is the least of my worries.
Forced by the Quarterback
Forced Series, Book 5
For three years, I’d lusted after Jericho, my brother’s best friend and quarterback of our college football team. He’s never paid me any attention, considering me nothing more than a little sister he never had. Now, I’m starting freshman year and I’m sharing a suite with my brother. Jericho is over all the time, but he’ll never see me as anything other than the shy girl he met three years ago. But that’s not who I am. Not really. To get over Jericho – and to finally get off – I’ve arranged a meeting with Hardcore Dom. If I can’t have Jericho, I’ll give myself to a man who will master me, force me, and dominate me the way I desperately need.
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Zeus
Taken by Olympus, Book 1
One minute I’m looking after an injured gelding, the next I’m tied to a luxurious bed. I never believed in fairy tales, never gave a second thought to myths. Now that I’ve been kidnapped by a man with golden eyes and a body that makes my mouth water, I’m not sure what I believe anymore. . . But I know what I want.
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