He looked at me as I drove and his voice had a force that I hadn’t heard before when he said, “I do love you, Haley.” I had to pull over and kiss him. It held us up for quite some time.
The kitchen was bright as we stepped inside. Tynie was fixing eggs and cereal. The kids were nowhere to be seen. Tynie looked around to Ryan and smiled. “Hi, Ryan,” he said, and Ryan did a double-take. I had grown used to Tynie. Ryan’s reaction reminded me what a change had come over him.
Tynie made eye contact with others now. Not for long and not steadily, but he did. He made almost normal conversation. Asked how people were.
Even his movements were softer and easier. Except when Tarquin gave him plates of food with different colors touching. I was sure he did that on purpose because he thought Tynie’s reaction was funny.
Aileen came in, smiling, and brought Ryan a coffee. She looked him up and down, told him it was good to see him and that he was looking well.
Tynie called out, “Breakfast,” and soon Tarquin and Waynetta came in and brought Jack, walking almost steadily now, with the older kids holding one of his hands each.
Ryan crouched to say “hello” to Waynetta, then to Tarquin. And he looked at Jack. For a long time.
Jack’s eyes fixed on Ryan the moment he was in range. He stood, steady and firm, to look right in Ryan’s eyes, his own impossibly long eyelashes batting as he did.
Ryan looked up to me and into my eyes, but he couldn’t keep his attention off Jack for more than a moment. He reached his big hands out to little Jack and looked back up to me for permission.
I nodded and he lifted the boy. I think he knew from the moment he saw him. I think Jack knew, too.
Ryan held Jack and both of their faces glowed.
I wanted to let him sit with Jack, and he wanted to do that, but from then on he wouldn’t let me be more than a few feet away from them. We sat in the TV room with Tarquin and Waynetta as they played together.
After a while, I asked him, “So. Will you be headed for LA?”
He looked at me like he was waking from a dream. A good dream, though.
“No,” he said. “I’ll get a job driving here and get some money together so I can start a business. Fixing and maintaining cars for bread-and-butter work. Tuning and custom jobs for the money and the future.” His voice had such assurance, it made me gooey.
I asked him, “Have you been planning that all this time?”
“No. I just now worked it all out. I’d been planning to take you to LA and have adventures in the movie business.”
“So…”
“The car shop?”
I nodded.
He smiled. “LA can wait. Maybe we’ll go in a year or two. Right now, I have a family to support.”
Still hungry for bad boys?
Could you take TWO?
At once?
Careful, these two are really bad.
Two bad, bad men
We’re professionals. Whatever the job is, if the money’s right, we get it done - the dirtier the better.
This hit was supposed to be simple. A man wanted his business partner offed. It’s not nice, but it’s what we do, and the price was sure right. Except the client turned out to be a man who liked to mess things up. When you’re dealing with men like us, that’s a bad idea.
We didn’t know that our business would turn out to be with an abusive, cheating scumbag, or that he would leave an innocent, beautiful, young widow with curves to tempt our watering mouths and eyes to harden us both right up.
She’s pure and nearly untouched, but one look from her unlocks a force deep inside both of us, a powerful and raging need. We both want to claim her and make her ours until she screams in pleasure - and we share everything else.
I’m a very nice girl
Call me old fashioned, but I like things traditional. That’s why I saved myself for marriage, why I’m a housewife… and why the two strangers in my living room, spreading and lounging all over my furniture like sex in suits, they just cannot be here.
Liam and Declan turned my life upside down. Everything that I thought I had was gone - but all I can think about is them.
What they look like under the suits. What kind of weaponry they’re packing. Whether they would both…
NO! I’m a nice girl, and nice girls absolutely don’t do that. I didn’t even do it with one man except for the one whose ring went on my finger. Never ever two men.
But the way their eyes make filthy promises, the way they whisper in my ear makes my knees shake, and I think about it. I think about both of them. At once… it’s almost too much.
Almost.
~~
ANOTHER BAD BOY
TO KEEP YOU HOT?
PIERCE
A bad boy mafia romance
Kidnapped by a killer
“I didn’t give much thought to old man Grace’s curvy, sassy daughter when I slung her over my shoulder and kidnapped her. I wanted his club, she was only collateral. But they say that opposites attract, right?”
I have to hold the little minx close or she makes all kinds of havoc. That’s where the real trouble starts. However close I hold my feisty prisoner, the urge to hold her closer and tighter gets stronger. It uncoils like a fat, sleeping python then it lengthens and hardens and nothing will make it sleep until it has fed.
He’s hot as hell, but he’s a ruthless killer
“He took me hostage just to steal my daddy’s club. I needed to show him that I wasn’t like the paper-thin dancers and models who flowed into his arms and his bedsheets like a tide. I wanted to smack that smirk right off his chiseled face.
The longer he holds me in his power and try as hard as I might, I can’t push away the thoughts of how it will be if he turns his brutal force on me. Can I resist him?”
This standalone, novel-length adventure races with passion, pulses with action, and climaxes again and again, rises higher and higher to a full, complete, satisfying and surprisingly happy ever after ending. It’s a bad boy romance like no other and you’re going to love it.
~~~
“All American Asshole. Comes with one good-guy coupon”
LUKA
A bad boy mafia romance
Forbidden love, forced engagement and a secret pregnancy
Former Navy SEAL Luka is hired to protect Alexa for her mobster fiancée. Alexa is suspicious. Plus, she and Luka have a secret already and if the mobster learned about their recent meeting in a bar, it could get Alexa killed.
Opposites attract. Luka is hard, rational and tough. Alexa is intuitive and instinctual but she cannot ignore the way he makes her heart pound. Only she can see the man deeper inside him.
Secrets beget secrets and soon Alexa waits anxiously to use a testing kit from a pharmacy, which she also got in secret. Plots, double crosses, kidnapping and murder are the mood music of their torrid and stormy forbidden relationship, can they survive long enough, hold on tight enough to come together?
THIS FULL-LENGTH NOVEL has sex, violence, betrayal and double-cross in the New York underworld. It ends happily ever after for (nearly) everyone and with no cliffhanger.
~~~
How about a read on the dark side…
Severe, devastating billionaire Magnus Lord is used to getting what he wants. When he enters a top Chicago law firm and his eyes fall on Tanya White, the lovely personal assistant to the senior partner, he commands her to join him in a meeting. Abruptly he compels her to leave with him. His demands have hardly begun.
He takes her on a motorcycle, then he takes her blindfolded in a restaurant. He flies her to Florence, Italy and has her taken in public view in the Uffizi Gallery.
How much can Tanya endure? How far will Lord’s depravity drag the beautiful, curvy and innocent young girl?
AND…
HOW ABOUT
Sexy Biker Thrills
How deep into the biker MC world of bare-knuckle fighting will a good-girl schoolteacher be dragged, on just one fatefu
l night?
Young Christa has always been a really good girl.. When a friend takes her to a motorcycle clubhouse, Christa is given a blazing fast lesson on what the bad girls do, and how really bad the bad boys can get. A pair of gray eyes lock on her across the barroom, and good girl Christa’s fate is sealed.
Ax loves his bike and he loves his club, and he loves a bare-knuckle fight. When he sees Christa in danger, he senses something else that he loves.
These few short moments will have huge consequences for Christa and Ax. How far will the explosive cocktail of violence, desire and naked lust take young Christa?
Innocent
HE IS SO NOT THE KIND OF MAN I SHOULD BE WITH
Belle. Most of her innocence was shredded when her douche boyfriend left her homeless, broke and almost out of gas in the middle of the desert.
IT’S SO EASY TO FOR ME FALL FOR A MAN LIKE HIM
Hammer is a brown-eyed biker in black leather who makes Belle a proposition. She knows that her judgement in men is off, but even she can see that she and this man are a dangerous combination.
SOMEHOW I KNOW THAT IT CAN TURN OUT DIFFERENT THIS TIME
What will he force her to go through for a job at the biker clubhouse?
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or to any actual events is purely coincidental.
All the people portrayed in this story are over the age of eighteen, and entirely imaginary. If you think that you know some of them, or that you may be one of them, then you should consider writing fiction yourself.
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