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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)

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After running away from his heritage, former District Attorney Gage Gibson returned to his roots—cattle ranching.
Things were running smoothly…in fact, much better than he expected, but a quick lunch with some of his law enforcement buddies changed everything. Gage got himself a stalker, a sexy stalker at that. He’d left their get-together missing something but decided it was best to forget the red-headed beauty.

Running scared, Hope Cummings had to get out of Texas and away from the man who helped make her and the man he sold her freedom to. Ducking and dodging people, including an insanely hot cowboy, she found herself trapped like a rat.
With nowhere to run, she had to give her trust to the handsome stranger.

Gage wouldn’t take her safety lightly; he’d protect her with his life

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Chapter One

Two older, well-dressed men sit across from each other in expensive winged-back leather chairs, discussing a business deal. One that could destroy the heart and soul of a young lady as she listens in. “Alfonzo, she’s worth the ten million.”

Hope closed her eyes, trying to breathe, but the burning ache in her chest made it difficult. Her father’s words were like a hot branding iron on her heart.

Ten million, Hope mouthed, incredulously shaking her head as she sat in the tiny hidden room between her father’s office and the library. A lone tear spilled down her face, falling onto her lap. She was nothing but a commodity to be traded. A lifetime investment that had reached maturity with a massive payout.

From the moment her mother died, she’d been nothing but a burden to her father. When she received a large inheritance from her mother’s side, he demanded she sign it over to him for her safety because he believed she owed him. Her father forced Hope to sign over the twenty million dollars to build his empire and to buy this estate.

It made no difference to her if she had twenty million or twenty thousand as long as she escaped her father’s clutches—something she’d been waiting to do since her mother died eight years ago. Her father had done every to break her, but this topped it all. Selling off her innocence and freedom was monstrous.

Gaining control of herself, she tilted her ear toward the door and listened in.

“No woman’s pussy is worth ten million—not even an untouched one,” the Latin drug lord scoffed in his rich, deep accent. “Your daughter is lovely. And I’d love to take her as my mistress, but for no more than two.” The blatant exchange had crossed into a negotiations and Hope prayed that the man would refuse the deal.

“You can’t pump it up to three? She’s beautiful.”

Hope choked back the tears, pressing her hand over her mouth to stop herself from releasing even the smallest gasp and alerting them to her presence. She was well aware of her father’s hatred for her and that he never truly loved his daughter. If he found her in this room, he’d have her in Alfonzo Navarro’s hands on the spot.

Hope had never sensed any love from her father or even seen a hint of it throughout her life, but this was beyond pitiful. All her life, she’d wondered why he bothered to keep her under lock and key when he never cared for her. Now she learned the sickening truth. She’d been a valuable good, gaining stock as her body blossomed into a statuesque redhead with killer tits and ass.

Her mother had been radiant and stunning with silky red hair and fair skin, and Hope shared those exact same features. She had the Irish roots embedded in her features, making her undeniably gorgeous and her father had used that to his advantage. Now, it made sense why he limited her contact with the outside world, especially the opposite sex.

“Two is my final offer. Take it or leave it, Cummings.” The man stood up, sliding the heavy chair back in the process. Hope jumped backward about a foot, startled by the movement. Luckily the sound of him standing up muffled her mistake. She closed her eyes, hoping her father would turn it down.

“I’ll take it. My habits are getting expensive,” Cummings responds with a lighthearted chuckle as if they were discussing a cattle sale.

A part of Hope died. The last vestiges of familial love had left her soul. She sat there with her arms around her waist, feeling broken, but she continued to eavesdrop on them while staying hidden from view.

“Well, be careful. You don’t have any other daughters to sell.” Cummings chuckled at Navarro’s warning as if the conversation had been on a frivolous topic. As if somehow those words weren’t based on his vile choices for his only child. “I want her to be seen by a doctor before she is brought to me. I don’t want damaged merchandise. I can’t say I don’t want her either way, but two million is too much for a popped cherry. Adios.”

“You don’t want to meet her?” Cummings asked Alfonzo.

“No. I have seen her picture. I might be too tempted to have a sample,” he insinuated with a lecherous grin. Hope wasn’t sure how she managed to hold down her breakfast as her body revolted at the image of him touching any bit of her. “I’ll be back in town next Sunday. By Monday, I want her in my possession. When she is in the car with my men, I’ll transfer the money. No games, Cummings, or you’ll regret you ever came to me for a favor.”

Monday—she had until Monday. Hope waited for them to leave the room before she snuck out of her father’s secret panel and then up to her room as quietly as possible. In the house, not a single soul would be looking for her. However, they guarded the front door like a hawk. No way in hell could she escape before they were on her.

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Total pages in book: 28
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When their New Year’s Eve encounter ignites a passion neither expected, she runs from the fear of what it could mean. But he can’t let her go — not when every heartbeat pulls him closer.

Desire becomes obsession, and the chase is only just beginning

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Chapter One

Elizabeth

The sun had set behind me two hours ago, which wasn’t new for me, but today was a holiday so I had a choice to make: go out, or go home, open a pint of ice cream, and remind myself that I was lame and alone.

I’d just sent off the last email when a shadow fell over my desk. “Any plans for this evening?” Mr. Keaton asked as he tapped on my open door, which was next door to his much larger office. We were the only two remaining in the building except for the security at the entrance.

I gave him a half-hearted smile. “Nothing in particular. You?” Although I was his assistant, we didn’t share much of our personal lives. He had a difficult family situation that got in the way of his business, and blissfully, we had avoided discussing mine from the moment I signed my employment contract.

He shook his head. “No, I’m going to go home and rest. I’m sure everything will be fine, but I want to be alert should anything happen overnight.” I closed down my email and then powered down my laptop. Standing, I grabbed my computer bag off my coat hook and slipped my laptop inside.

“Let me know if you need me.” I enjoyed my job, but not enough to work all night long like my boss. It was his baby, so he devoted his existence to it.

“You really should get out some.” My brow shot up and my lips pursed shut as I nearly choked on the audacity.

“Yeah. Is this where I take your advice because you’re not using it?” I questioned because there would be a tie for who the hermit was more. Although I still believed he beat me.

“Yes,” he said, bursting out laughing.

He walked back to his office while I finished getting myself ready to leave. It was freezing out, so I slipped on my warm wool coat and thick scarf. After I had gathered my things, I closed my office door and locked it. I stopped by his office to say goodnight.

He was packing his satchel with his laptop and then turned off his desk lamp when I said, “You know, I might take your advice and go out tonight. I only need to figure out where to go.”

“We have an invitation to the New Year’s Eve party at the Seneca.” It was a brand-new condo hotel worth more than most, and it was a crown jewel taking over a prime spot looking over Times Square and the ball. It would be perfect tonight.

“I do have the invite, but it’s under your name,” I reminded him.

“Yes, but it’s for my company, and you are my best employee. They’ll let you in. I’ll make sure of it.” He winked. He was so sure of everything, and I didn’t doubt he would make it happen.

“Fine. Maybe I’ll find my way down there.”

When I got home, Mr. Keaton shot me a message. Got you in under your name.

Thanks. Happy New Year.

Great. Now I had to make an appearance so I didn’t feel like an ass after he went through all that trouble. So, I showered and then styled my thick, wavy hair into luscious waves. I slipped on a black, silky slip dress and a large gray faux fur coat. I walked to the subway, but it was so crowded that it took me a long time to get inside.

Maybe I should have ordered a private car. The Forty-Second Street station was jammed as we got out. Still, I managed to make it to Times Square to witness the madness that was going on there. Large crowds gathered as expected, which helped on the cold night. They blocked the breeze from hitting me directly. We had two hours until the ball dropped and the old year rolled into a new one.

The hotel was a short distance from my location, according to my phone’s map. Having plenty of time, I made my way across the street to a club to get a quick peek and check out the atmosphere. Everyone was tossing them back. Shots and drinks were going around as if it were a free-for-all. Taking my purse, I moseyed up to the bar to get a drink before I made my way to the hotel.

“Can I get whatever fruity drink you got that’s fast?” I asked the bartender. There were several specials on the board, but the sign was blocked by partygoers. I needed some liquid courage before I strolled over to the extravagant party. Mr. Keaton gave me too much credit when it came to class and grace. I was way over my head when it came to most of his clients, so much so that I hid in my office during his meetings and never met most of them.

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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27257 (not accurate)
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James was done playing the family savior. Years of cleaning up his brother’s reckless mistakes had drained his patience. Now his father’s company was on the brink of collapsing again because of them. He swore this would be the last time he sacrificed his own success for theirs.
Then she breezed in.
From the moment he met her, James knew she was everything he never realized he fierce, brilliant, and utterly captivating. However, his brother takes notice as well. He’d stop at nothing to ruin James’s one shot at happiness.
In business and in love, the stakes have never been higher… and this time, James isn’t backing down

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Chapter One

James

“Dad, what is the big emergency? What did Henry screw up this time?” I asked, storming into my father’s office with my assistant running behind me, her heels echoing loudly as they clicked quickly along the marble floors. She closed my father’s office door so we could keep it private. His staff knew the moment I appeared that there was trouble with brewing and I didn’t need them worrying about their jobs just yet.

It was already four in the afternoon, and I had to cancel the end-of-the-day staff meeting that I had specifically scheduled to deal with some company concerns. My gut was telling someone was out to sabotage my networks and dismantle my systems. Still, I didn’t have time for my family’s shenanigans, but none of that ever mattered to them because I’d always been there to clean up their mess.

“The ad campaign for a perfume company. They are furious and are planning to pull their contract and sue us for the losses. I can’t afford another blow to my name or the financial hit. It’s been one thing after another. If this gets out, my agency will be ruined.” He pressed his head into his hands, shaking it back and forth sending his messy gray hair swaying. I didn’t understand what happened to my father, but he really let himself go these past couple of months. His look became severely unkempt, and he actually had a beard coming in, showing his age.

He was too old to be dealing with my brother’s fuckups, but he continued to entertain my brother’s schemes and failures. A part of me still felt sorry for him and that was why I was here giving him one last helping hand.

Henry never had a damn lick of sense or patience to do his job; he was always going around chasing women. That was the reason I wouldn’t allow my brother to work with me. He was essentially useless; in fact, he was worse than useless. My brother was dangerous.

“What is their problem with the campaign?” Knowing my brother, it could be anything, but all I knew was I had to pick up the pieces and work miracles when I had no time or experience with perfume companies.

“We don’t have anything booked for them. Their new perfume is slated to launch for the Valentine’s Day market, and we haven’t got anything to promote it with.”

“Are you serious? This should have started at the end of the Christmas cycle.” I checked the date on my phone. It was already mid-January. Not only were they behind, but they were also almost past the peak of the promotion period. Luckily, the male demographic were last-minute shoppers. “Can’t you rebrand the Christmas ads for the perfume?”

“It’s a new product specifically for Valentine’s Day. We already launched the Christmas perfume.” The exasperated sigh the fell from his mouth already answered my next question, but I had to ask for clarification. I needed to know how big of a hole they were in.

“And how did that go?” He bit his lip and turned his head to his darkened computer screen as if there was something important on it while avoiding my questioning gaze.

“That good, huh?”

“It wasn’t terrible. It just wasn’t the best or what they had expected. This was supposed to be the turnaround we needed to impress them and keep the client.” Every word out of his mouth wasn’t the exact truth; arguing wasn’t worth it.

“Perhaps we can turn this around,” I said after a moment of consideration. It wouldn’t be easy, but I might be able to salvage this. I rubbed my bristly jaw, running through the possible options.

“What is your plan, Son?” he asked, hopefulness in his eyes as he gave me no damn time to fix his monumental fuckup. He was the damn owner of the ad agency. It should be his ideas not mine, but hell if he bothered to throw me a bone. We lived in a world of fast marketing. You could have images and campaigns marketed out in hours by influencers, but I was under the assumption that the perfume brand didn’t come to them to just get some social media bunny out to pimp their scent. Maybe that would come after a great brand run, but at the start it had to be traditional ads.

“What is the name of the perfume?” I asked, wondering how to spin this. As good as I was, I never liked marketing; that’s why I had a small team for that, and my company was tailored to private clientele with money to spend. Dealing with people wasn’t my thing; I worked behind the screen, far away from people as often as possible.

“Sugar Rush. Here it is.” He handed it to me. It came in a slender crystalline pink bottle. I popped off the cap and breathed in the sweet scent. The fragrance was a berry, sugary scent that I almost wanted on my tongue, but I didn’t think of food.

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A winter wonderland is my hellscape. I hate the holidays, and Christmas most of all. I have my reasons and nothing was ever going to change my mind. Or so I believed. Then my sister’s pretty little neighbor nearly sends me to my demise. She swears it’s an accident. With that sweet smile and holiday scent, she somehow manages to create a crack in my icy resolve.
Caroline’s all warmth and sparkle, the kind of woman who bakes cookies for strangers, hums along to carols, and believes snow is “magical” instead of a hazard. Unfortunately, she’s also seen my grumpy side, and decided I’m not her future Mr. Claus.
Now I’m the one chasing her, desperate for another taste of her holiday magic and the kind of Christmas cheer I’ve spent years avoiding. The problem? Winning her over might mean letting go of the walls I’ve built and risking my heart in the process.Maybe she’s willing to compromise

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Chapter One

Parker

One more strand of lights, and I’m going to jump off the damn ladder myself and make it look like an accident. I think my sister has gone nuts this year. Why she felt the need to include me in her holiday nonsense is beyond me.

I am the proverbial Scrooge, the grumpy holiday miser. I give to charities via monetary donations, but that’s it. You can’t count on me for anything else. There is no way I’ll be showing up at events, toasting in a red Santa hat or some goofy tie. I don’t buy gifts for anyone except for Chloe. It isn’t like she has a family yet, so there’s no need for all this decorating overkill.

Still, here I am on a Sunday, on my only day off, nearly twenty feet in the air hanging up lights because the company Chloe hired flaked out, taking her money with them. She doesn’t trust anyone else, and she doesn’t want me to bury the bastards for robbing her. I’m still going after them.

With Christmas less than two weeks away, Chloe doesn’t have much time to hire anyone else, and I couldn’t stand to see her cry anymore. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. She’s my sweet little sister with a heart of gold and the soul of an angel. Once I’m done, I can go inside and watch the football game. The Bears are playing the Browns, and I can’t wait to see the Bears kick their asses.

I go to move and realize my puffy Chicago Bears coat is stuck between the house and the ladder. “Shit.” How am I going to get out of this without falling to the ground? Damn it, how did I get into this situation? It’s cold and windy, but at least it has stopped snowing. Last week, we had over two feet of snow. Maybe it’s enough to break my fall.

I take a calming breath and think. I gently move my body backward on the ladder, but the stiff breeze reminds me that I’m high off the ground, and I grip the rungs fiercely. Fuck. I’m so screwed. There’s no way I want to be laid up in the hospital when I have a business to run. My company can’t function without me.

I drop my head forward and stay like that for a moment. I try to breathe calmly and think of a safe solution. Nothing’s coming to me besides a good case of windburn and frostbite.

“Hey, are you good up there?”

“Aah,” I yell and nearly fall, but grip tight and hold onto the fucking ladder. My coat tears, freeing me while I cling to the deathtrap in the air. “Are you crazy?” I bark down at the voice below. I affix the last light with the final clip and then come down to scold the nut who dares to startle someone high up. “How dumb are you?” I barely get my feet onto the ground when she starts her babbling apology.

“I’m so sorry.” She apologizes before I turn my back, and I’m surprised she stays for the earful she’s about to get.

“What the hell is wrong with—?” I start shouting at her when the words freeze in my mouth. I’m shocked by the instant way my heart speeds up.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I saw the ladder jerk and sway, and I thought you were going to fall. Then you weren’t moving for like five minutes. I came out here to check before I called for emergency services.”

“Five minutes? That’s an exaggeration.” She’s probably right, but I’m not admitting anything.

“No, it’s not. Are you okay?” I’m not really okay, although I won’t tell the beautiful stranger the truth.

“I’m fine. I was in the middle of dealing with these stupid lights that were knotted, and then I was annoyed as fuck that I agreed to take up a dangerous task for nothing.” There’s no way I’d tell her that I got myself stuck up there like a dumbass. Not when I’m staring at the most enchanting being in existence with her pretty pink and brown winterwear, looking like a winter wonderland that needs to be explored and I want to be that frontiersman.

“Oh. Well, I’m glad you’re fine. So glad you weren’t having a seizure, stroke, or anything. Now I’ll go.” I shake my head. That pretty little thing isn’t getting off that easy.

I step closer, getting less than a foot from her, and the whiff of cinnamon hits my nostrils and I breathe her in. I take another deep breath and then introduce myself. “I’m Parker Ames.”

“Yeah, I’m late.” She walks away and goes across the street into a nice car, driving away from me as if that’s fucking acceptable. Who is that little brat? And why am I so affected by her?

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I knew and cared for Elsa her entire life, and yet it wasn’t until she crashed into my arms that an entirely new emotion overcame me. She isn’t the little girl she used to be. Now, she’s the woman I want as my wife. All I have to do is wait until the time is right, and then she will be mine. Unfortunately, I manage to bumble it, and she’s ready to rip me a new one.

I’ve been in love with Miles for so long and have denied it for just as long—until the day I made a fool of myself. One kiss, one foolish mistake, and now I can’t stand looking at him without my chest aching. I need space to move on from my insane crush, but this man refuses to give me an inch of breathing room. He acts like danger is breathing down my neck when heartache is my greatest threat.

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Chapter One

Miles

“Thank you for hosting this dinner, Miles. I’ve always considered you a son, and your father one of my greatest friends.” I don’t need his appreciation, but I treasure it. This man has always been wonderful to me and is the reason I’m so damn successful. Of course, my own father has a lot to do with that as well. I can’t diminish that aspect, but Emiliano Martín was instrumental in the man I’ve become—especially because I’ve chosen to live in Vegas instead of Steeleville like my father.

He takes a seat behind his desk, looking worse for wear as a grunt escapes him. He tries to hide it, but it’s pointless. The man isn’t that young anymore, so I’m not sure why he bothers. Given all he’s been through, I know the pain is intense, and there is no shame in dealing with it.

“Are you well?” I ask my godfather, who seems a little under the weather since I saw him two days ago.

“Yes,” he remarks. “The surgery is in two days, but the damn pain is a son of a bitch now.” I nod.

“Do you need me to call the doctor, get you some meds, or call my godmother?” She’d do anything to take care of him.

His eyes widen, and he leans back in his chair. “Oh, God, no. Don’t call Roxie.” His voice amplified and his shoulders stiffed. Hell, that stressed him more than normal. He loves her, so it’s not that he doesn’t want her around. Their love was unshakeable, so something has to be up.

I tilt my head and take a seat in the chair in front of his desk. I wonder if there’s something I’m missing. “How is my godmother?”

“She is managing, doing her best not to worry, and I don’t want to add to her worries. We haven’t told the kids about the risks, but they’re smart.” He calls them kids, but they are pretty much all adults now, so they know that the risks are great but the surgery is necessary. That’s why I’m willing to allow all these pieces of shit into my home for a discussion. There’s no way in hell I’d allow them in my home otherwise.

The families have to be made aware that Elsa is under my protection. The entire Martín family is under my protection, but that’s the most important part of the meeting. She is a prize that men want to claim, and I’m certain that those assholes are going to bring her up.

“Does Elsa know about the dinner?” I ask.

“No, she doesn’t, and we need to keep it that way.” He’s always done a great job of keeping the women out of the dangerous end of our lives. It’s for the best given how easily his enemies would love to use them to their advantage.

“Good. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. She’s just a little girl—and my godsister.” I have no interest in her other than protecting her from the dangers that come with being a beautiful heiress, and she is beautiful—remarkably so. I haven’t seen her in the past year, surprisingly, because life has gotten in the way, but as it is, I need to do a better job.

“She’s hardly a little girl anymore, but I want her safe.”

“Don’t worry about her. I won’t let anything happen to little Elsa.”

“You keep referring to her as little, but she’s about to start her second year of college soon.”

My eyes widen like a damn clown. I rub my jaw and then add, “Damn—second year? Where have I been?” I’ve been working nonstop for the company and helping with problems that arise in Steeleville from time to time, so much that I don’t have any social life, and it’s a shame that I haven’t even kept up with those closest to me.

“Working your ass off. I’m sure Milo has mentioned it once or twice.”

Hardly. Now that I think about it, he actually makes a concerted effort not to mention Elsa to me. “Not that often. Just that she’s a pain in the ass.” A thought comes to mind, and I push it back, but it lingers. There is no way that Milo saw the way I looked at her that day. It was brief, and I was just stunned. Elsa had surprised us one day in a tiny pair of shorts and a cartoon tee with her hair in a ponytail. It wasn’t anything super attention-grabbing, but I noticed that she’d grown up. I quickly excused myself to attend a meeting, and that was the last time I saw her. Hell, that was over a year ago.

“Ha. Siblings. Go figure. She’s a good girl, but headstrong like her mother and extremely anxious to be independent.” I know what he means by that: no damn security, free to be like every other girl around her. That isn’t something that can easily be done because of who she is.

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Simon had pushed Vivian away one too many times, but it wasn't because he wasn't insanely obsessed with her. Timing mattered. They were too young, more importantly, Vivian was too young for the plans he had for her. Unfortunately, one more refusal, and a woman getting in the way had been enough for her, and things spiraled out of control.

“I hope we never see each other again. Forget you ever knew me, and I’ll do the same.”

If Vivian could have taken back those words, she would have. She knew words had power to hurt, goodness knew she did. Simon's dismissal over the years had stung, but telling him she never wanted to see him again was the last words she uttered before tragedy struck.

Now, waking up from his coma, he may never remember the cruel words she spat in his face that fateful night, but the guilt ate her alive. Could they move on from the weekend he can’t remember, and she can’t forget?

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Chapter One

Simon

I speed down the road on my motorcycle, going for my morning ride. I drive through town for a good hour while everyone is just beginning their day. I see some of my family and friends out and about, but there is one person I’m hoping is where she’s supposed to be. I ride past Law’s house, catching sight of Trouble’s vehicle parked outside. That gives me a little peace of mind that she’s home. We’re on winter break from school, and soon I’ll head back to finish my automotive engineering degree while she finishes her senior year of high school. She turns eighteen next month.

As much as I love staying home, I can’t wait to get back—and Trouble is the only reason. She’s the reason I lie awake at night, ride on my motorcycle more than I should, work out twenty hours a week, and call home way too fucking much.

I have way too many opportunities to run into Vivian Lawrence over the coming weeks, especially if we do a large Steele Riders holiday feast. I roll my eyes just thinking about that. I love my friends and family, but seeing Vivian is fucking torture. The day she turned sixteen was like a damn switch flipped on me, and then I’d been so obsessed that I snarled at every boy and man that breathed near her until I spoke to her father that summer.

It’s been almost two years of obsession, and I can’t do anything about it. What’s worse is that I know she wants me as much as I want her. In fact, she’s done her best to flirt with me as often as possible, teasing me to the point that I almost kissed her. Instead, I insulted her and told her to go home and grow up. Sometimes I regret those words, and sometimes they’re the only thing keeping the distance between us.

I pulled into the auto body shop lot and parked my bike. As I do, my dad calls out and says, “What’s up, Son? It’s good to see you here so early.”

“Yeah, early,” I scoff, checking my watch. It’s already ten, and they’ve all been here for three hours at least.

“Well, you’re on vacation,” he reminds me, like he has for the past several days. It’s a force of habit, I suppose. Working hard is something that’s been ingrained in me since I was a little kid, and he has no one to blame but himself.

“I need to earn my spending money,” I tease. He gives me money to spend while I’m away, but I don’t do shit besides focus on my obsession, and that doesn’t cost a dime. Besides, we all have trust funds, and I’ve been earning my keep for years working in the shop. He’s been storing money away for me since I was ten.

“Come on. I’ve got an engine to rebuild. Show me what you’ve learned.” I smirk and rub my hands together. This is going to be a great day.

We work hard for the next two hours, and I lose some of my outerwear until I’m down to my undershirt and jeans. It’s the middle of December, but it doesn’t matter because we’re just south of Dallas, so it’s in the mid-sixties.

My dad and I are having a blast.

“Need a drink?” he asks me.

“Yeah,” I answered from under the engine block. We’re taking our time because we can. I know it as much as he does. Yes, there are other projects on my father’s list, but we don’t spend that much time together anymore. I love my dad, and one day I’d love to share this with my son, if I have one.

He hands me a cold glass of sweet tea that I’m sure my mom prepared for us. “This is perfect.”

“Tell me about it. That woman is a godsend,” he says with a happy sigh. When I look at Vivian, that’s what I see and feel. It’s like the happiness my parents share. My chest burns with an ache I can’t explain, and I want to be with her.

I set the glass down and pick up a wrench, getting back to work. We’re almost done when something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye.

“Uh-oh,” I grumble, picking up my grease towel and wiping my hands while staring at the front. At least once a week, she makes a damn excuse to come to the shop. She doesn’t even have a problem with her car, so there is no reason for her to be here. If she did have an issue, her father or brother would bring it in. It’s bullshit, and it’s a distraction I don’t need.

“What is it?” my father asks, following my gaze.

“Trouble.” My attention is laser focused on the door. Standing there is the most beautiful and most frustrating girl ever—Vivian. She’s been following me around everywhere, trying to draw me in so that I would make a critical error that would get us both in trouble; hence the reason I forever call her Trouble.

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I hadn’t been looking for a future when I stared outside my balcony, but there she was. Cora and her long black hair caught my eye and stole the heart I didn’t know I had. Before I could introduce myself, another tried to take her away. I couldn’t have that, so I captured my woman to keep her safe.

My trip to Italy had been wonderful until my eyes landed on a large, handsome Russian with a devilish stare. As I wait impatiently for him to approach, I’m abducted by another and sedated. I woke up in his bed, wondering how I was going to escape my abductor, only to realize he would always be my hero

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Chapter One

Dmitri

I observed the mundane scene of the Italian piazza below, feeling bored while waiting for my next meeting. Checking my watch, I had another hour before I had to meet with a client, giving me too much time to observe and mentally punish the naïve tourists.

People moved about their day as if there weren’t monsters just feet away. They had no idea that one lurked on the balcony above them. As I imagine the fools falling prey to the predators out there, a smile that would scare my enemies stretches over my face.

It’s been years since I served as an enforcer and snapped necks for the Russian brotherhood, but some instincts don’t fade. The crowd was full of easy marks. Although I never targeted the weak and innocent, it didn’t mean I couldn’t notice how simple they made it. Sometimes, I could just picture how I’d do it if they were my target.

Now, I’m running my life as clean as possible, or as clean as someone with my past can get, but there is always someone making it difficult, like when a former contact gets mixed up into some shit and needs my help. Today’s meeting will be a clean deal, with no dead bodies and no back-alley deals.

I sip my coffee, loving the taste of a great Italian espresso, while I look down at the classical structure and beauty of the little piazza. The Italians have truly perfected the technique of coffee and architecture; it’s the reason why I’d chosen Italy as one of my homes away from home. I continue my perusal of the crowd from my seat on the balcony while sipping my coffee.

Immediately my attention is drawn to one tourist in particular. She’s a pretty, young woman with long black hair that’s pleated in a braid, hanging down her back, resting on her small backpack. A foolish thing to have on her. Someone could quickly snatch it and steal her belongings. Has anyone told her how unsafe it is to leave herself so vulnerable to theft?

Innocently, she points to the cold, sweet gelato for sale, lifts her head, delivering a bright smile to the male vendor. From her gestures, it’s clear she’s not fluent in the language. Still, he figures out which one she wants from just the visual cues. Her head bobs as she nods with pleasure that he’s picked the correct one. He returns an even wider, more intent smirk filled with lecherous intent.

Before I can fully process the scene in front of me, the small cup in my hand cracks, sending the espresso everywhere. “Fuck.” Setting down the broken pieces onto the saucer, grabbing my napkin, I wipe some of the mess away when I hear a light laugh. I forget all about the damn mess on my slacks or the slight burn from the spilled coffee and return my attention to the mysterious woman below.

She turns my way with her treat, taking a bite and smiling broadly with her eyes closed and head tilted upward. My dick stiffens in my trousers like never before until I have to adjust myself in the seat. Her eyes opened and immediately met mine from across the courtyard. Her sky-blue eyes are radiating joy from her gelato.

A low rumble rips from my chest, and I swear I can hear a soft gasp fall from her delicately parted lips as if she can hear my mating call. The image of her will be burned into my brain for the rest of my days.

I raise one brow and smirk before winking at my distraction. This beautiful creature isn’t why I’m in Italy; however, I have always believed life threw you in the path you were meant for, and she was meant to meet the beast today. With a motion of my hand, I tell her to stay put because I’m coming to claim her. Without an ounce of hesitation in my step, I quickly exit the hotel and down to the street to search for my little naïve tourist with so much to learn about the world and dangerous men like me.

I spotted her across the courtyard, only to find a man flanked to her left. He’s got his hand around her shoulder while he whispers in her ear. Who the fuck does he think he is touching something that doesn’t belong to him?

Growling, I move closer, ready to rip his head off to see that he’s holding a gun to her waist. She swallows hard, trying to stop herself from screaming.

The kidnapper doesn’t see me, so I call Mikhail. “Bring the car around. Now. Track me.” There’s no time for greetings or anything else, so I end the call and follow my woman and her abductor. Mikhail needs to track my phone because I won’t stand still while she disappears in the hands of scum.

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Liam Hart can’t believe that someone would come to his office and make him look like a fool. Unable to let it go, he must learn more. The second he lays eyes on the woman being held by his security…an unexpected feeling of possession comes over him.
Renee needs the money. All she has to do is give the man his baby, and she can find a new apartment. She’s instantly met with hostility and denial. Heck, she’s not even allowed to see the man to show him his son.
Before she’s escorted out, the elusive baby daddy enters the lobby. Their eyes lock, and she knows the boy is his. What hits her unexpectedly is that she wants the jerk.
Can two people whose lives are unexpectedly tied together make it work?

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Chapter 1

Liam

I tap my pen on the blue legal pad on my desk, waiting for them to all absorb the information I gave them. “So…on page three, you’ll see that if we buy the lumber from Mac’s we can save about twenty percent on the supply…” A knock on my office door interrupts my conference call. My eyebrows shoot up while I bite back a grunt.

“Hold on,” I say into the speaker before muting my end. I’m grateful this is only a call, so my investors can’t see the irritation on my face. “Come in,” I say, sounding more polite than I’m feeling.

Danielle enters my office apprehensively, and now my guard is up. She’s never this skittish, even when I’m in a bad mood, which I’m quickly becoming. I gave her a scowl because she knew this call was important, so her ass shouldn’t have come in here at all. “Sorry to intrude, sir, but we have a situation.”

“What’s the situation?” I question, arching my brows impatiently. She’s been working for me for three years and has been a perfect employee. I’ve never been even harsh with her, but she looks like she’s ready to bolt. That has me on edge.

“A little boy has been dropped off for you,” she mutters out, bracing herself like I’m going to snap off on her.

“A little boy? What?” My voice doesn’t raise, but I do. I’m on my feet with my hands pressed on my desk, leaning in to hear her better. It’s not that I didn’t understand her; it’s that I grasp what she’s implying, and that fucking shit isn’t even possible. I almost want to laugh, but the fact that someone is trying to fuck with me makes me furious.

“Yes, the woman said he was yours.” Instantly, my face and body lose the tension because my assistant is panicking for nothing.

I started laughing maniacally. “Danielle, whoever that broad is—she’s lying. It’s not my kid that I’m sure of. Have the dumb gold digger and her blowback escorted out. I don’t have time for this bullshit.” I shooed her out of my office, but right before she closed the door, I added, “Don’t let them back in again. Call the cops if necessary.”

No broad was going to try and pin her brat on me. I do my best to contain the vile things I’m thinking because it’s worse than what filth just came out of my mouth. The very idea that I could have a kid out there is bullshit, and some woman had the nerve to do that suddenly makes me angry. It’s a hell of a game that broad is playing.

I walk over to the window and overlook the Chicago skyline to calm myself down. It seems to have that effect on me when I’m stressed out. The day is perfect to view it all despite the weatherman saying it would rain. Spring seems to have passed the city by and brought the summer heat in. Then I remembered, I had a call to finish.

For the next ten minutes, I try to forget about the incident, and I deal with my meeting and get the team of investors to agree with the purchase of my latest property choice. Truthfully, by the end of the conversation, I wasn’t even sure what was finalized. Luckily, notes were being taken by one of the investor’s assistants. I should have the notes by tomorrow morning. My plan for the meeting had been foolproof, so even though I couldn’t concentrate, I knew what was put on the table.

I stand up and brush my hand through my dark, thick hair. My standard crew cut has grown a bit long. I should get it trimmed, but I don’t have the time. My day is only half over at the office and yet I’m itching to leave. Something is nagging me about this woman claiming that she had my kid. I’m not sure why, but I want answers about this situation. I need to ask Danielle. I call her phone on her desk, but she doesn’t answer. Perhaps she’s getting coffee or speaking on another line.

I step out of my office and into the hallway to get some answers. I’m about to ask Danielle what happened to the woman when I see a commotion going on near the entrance. Danielle is standing in the middle of the room looking on while my security surrounds a petite woman.

They’re slightly in the way of my view, but I can see that she’s the woman who was trying to pass off the child as mine. I don’t see what she thought she’d achieve lying about it because I have no clue who she is. The more I stared at her, the more certain I became that I could never forget that face. Soft pink, luscious lips, large light-colored eyes. I’m not close enough to see the actual color, but I will be.

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Julian Martinez is a singularly focused man, and he dedicated his life to becoming a doctor. Nothing would distract him from being the best until he meets his best friend’s little sister, Everly. She has become his obsession, and it has taken all his control to stay away.
Unfortunately, things get too crazy when circumstances leave Everly as his new roommate for the next several months. Clenching his teeth, Julian does his best to maintain a distance, but a man has only so much self-control when temptation sleeps in the next room.
Everly had known of her brother’s best friend for years, but it wasn’t until they met that she lost her heart. To her dismay, they were worlds and years apart. Luckily, she lands in his lap and does everything she can to show him that she can be anything he wants as long as they’re together.

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Chapter One

Julian

I’m monitoring two patients while reading up on their conditions. Since I’ve just finished my fourth year of my residency, there is still a great deal for me to learn. I’d been so invested in my books that I took a bite of my lunch and I spit it back out. “Shit.” It’s ice-cold and now ruined.

Frustrated, I tossed it in the trash and snagged a cup of black coffee from the remaining pot on the counter. I don’t know how long it’s been there, but I need something, and I don’t have long before I’m summoned back to work. Being a resident isn’t an easy thing, but I’ve always wanted to be a doctor, and nothing will stop me. Nothing. Not even my other obsession.

My stomach rumbles, but a meal will have to wait until my shift ends in a few hours.

The door to the break area opens, and my best friend, soon-to-be former roommate Drake, enters. I lift my head from my readings. “Hey, how about you come over for dinner tonight at five?” Drake asks.

“Come over? We live together,” I reminded him. Since his residency programs recently ended, he’s selected where he’ll practice and has been offered a job.

My program ends next year, and I’ve already got my mind and heart made up because it’s been ingrained in me since I was a kid. There is a position waiting for me at Steeleville Medical Center alongside my mother and one of my Steele Rider Uncles, as I like to call them, Dr. Joseph Simmons or, as everyone else calls him, Doc.

“No, my mother is throwing a last-minute dinner at together to celebrate the end of my program and my departure to Seattle.” He’s taken a Family Medicine position in Seattle that pays well and gets him far away from Texas.

“At your mother’s?”

“Yes.”

Dinner at his mother’s automatically means that I’ll see Drake’s sister. God, his little sister. My dick hardens at just the simple mention of her name—Everly.

She’s twenty now. A lot older than when I first met the little temptation. Four years ago, she was a petite girl with long brown hair and light brown doe eyes that captivated me over four years ago when I was in the middle of my graduation speech.

There were no words for the way my heart leaped out of my chest. Somehow, I spotted her through the masses, and my gaze was laser-focused on her the entire time. She was too tiny to see anything besides her perfect face, but it was unmistakable that she had a profound effect on me, and when I finally barreled through that crowd, I found her in the arms of my best friend.

“Julian, Earth to Julian.” Drake waves his hand in my face. “Whoa, where the fuck did you go?”

“Sorry, I’ve been thinking about these patients,” I lied, taking a quick glance at my books and then back at Drake.

He scoffs and shakes his head. “Yeah, that’s just like you. I’m so glad my practice is going to be laid back and I’m not spending much time in the hospital, unlike you. So, what do you say? Are you coming, or are you going to hurt my mom’s feelings?”

“I’m supposed to be back here by ten for a second round.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s to cover an overflow.”

“You can still come by. It’s clear you haven’t eaten and my mom’s going to be upset if you don’t.”

What a prick. “You know my parents raised me better than that.” His father died a long time ago, so their mom was everything to them. “I’ll be there.”

My stomach turned at the idea of how I’d react when I saw Everly again. It had been at least two months since our last confrontation, and when I say confrontation, I mean it. She was pissed because I told her the outfit wasn’t appropriate for the party we were attending, and her mother and brother agreed with me, and they made her change.

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The rotten piece of work I once called my father was dead, but he didn't go quietly. He found one last way to mess with my life. This time it was going to cost me the family legacy if I didn’t comply. The devil was in the details and in his grave. Marry or my enemy inherits everything.

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Chapter One

Killian

I’ve just come from burying my asshole father, and as I return to my office to pour myself a glass of whiskey, neat, I spot a package on my clean dark mahogany desk. “What the hell is this?” I snarl. Only one person is allowed in here, so she was the one who placed it on my desk, but it’s not that. It’s the ominous feeling that washes over me as I read over the script on the fancy package.

To be opened only by Killian J. King.

This package must contain the papers for his estate. I expected them to be delivered personally unless there’s something in here I won’t like. The phrase Don’t shoot the messenger is definitely a warning made for a man like me. I’m not too forgiving when it comes to bad news, and my father’s antics were always full of it. His death has been a mixed bag. I was glad to see the bastard go, but then he left me with a bunch of little problems along the damn way.

I open the envelope from Liars, Thieves, and Cheats, LLC, or like they prefer to be referred to—Landers, Thomas, and Colby, LLC. If I could put bullets in each of their heads and get away unscathed, I would, but they’re almost as dirty as I am. Shit, they are lawyers. They have their own circle in hell reserved for them.

Inside is my father’s will with a letter attached, and another mid-sized envelope. I tug the letter from the paper clip and read it.

Dear Son,

I’m gone, and I’m sure it’s what both of us wanted by now. I’m not sure you deserve everything I’ve built, considering you’ve told me I mismanaged it. Be that as it may, I want to leave it to you on one condition.

You marry by New Year’s Day.

I fall back in my leather chair, dropping the letter on the floor. My mouth falls all the fucking way open at the stupidity of this idea. He can take his shit and shove it, because I am my own empire. I run these streets, dominate the city, and I am the fucking Kingpin. I kill those who cross me and make people pay just to grace my presence.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” He can rot in his grave.

I scoop up the letter and read on, thinking maybe he’s fucking around with me, just to see the rest of the arrogance before I toss it in the trash.

I’m sure you find it amusing as you consider tossing this letter in the trash.

I guess the fucker knew me better than he let on.

So, before you throw away my portion of the King empire and my command, just know that I’ll hand it over to the Mendez Family. My lawyers have already drawn the papers up for them to take control should you not fulfill your end of the deal.

Sincerely,

Your father.

The bastard got me.

I might not give a shit about his things or fortune, but I refuse to give it to those worthless pieces of shit—the same fuckers who had a hand in my mother’s death. How the fuck could he do this to me? He knew how much my mother meant to me, and he sided with them. I hope the he burns in hell.

There’s a knock on my office door, interrupting my burning hot rage. I want to tear this letter to shreds, but then, what good would it do me because I’m sure there are copies and valid documents instructing the transfer on New Year’s Day? The bastard had no love for my mother, and I hate him for it.

“Come in,” I bark out. My nervous assistant, Jenna, steps inside, and I suppose her nervousness is natural, given my mood.

She’s in her late twenties, smart and hardworking. Unlike the rest of the world, she doesn’t pay attention to my illegal affairs. She focuses strictly on her tasks, and that’s why she still works here. “Sir, there’s a call on line one for you; it’s Mr. Colby.”

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