A Contemporary Sexy Romance- Release date- 20th May 2016
Excerpt:
Nathan smiled at her and placed the file next to the phone. He’d do more than sort that one out. He’d never work with that building company again. Emily gave him a nod and began to back away. His belly clenched and his breath caught in his throat. No. Stop! “Emily, we should talk about Saturday night.” “No.” She practically fired the word at him, then shook her head and stared at the ground, red highlighting her high cheekbones. “I mean about Eleanor’s House. I believe I may have over reacted to what you said to everyone.” She stopped backing away and glanced up, her eyes bright and wary. Something twisted deep in his chest. He swallowed hard. “No, I was wrong to push you, Nate. I know I was. Whatever happened… I take responsibility for.” He shrugged and let his lips lift into a semblance of a smile. He was giving her an apology and an out, and she wasn’t taking it. He liked that. “Well, let’s forget about it and you can tell me more about your career aspirations over dinner.” “Oh. No Nate, we shouldn’t. I mean…” He chuckled and stood up, rounding his desk and heading towards her. He didn’t stop when she gasped and jumped away from him, just kept moving forward, reaching out to shut the door and looked directly at her for the first time. “Oh, I’m Nate again, am I?” She softly whacked him on the chest. “Stop it, you know what I mean.” “No, what do you mean?” She glared at him, that fire that he so loved about her, returning. “I mean… we can’t go out for dinner again!” “Why not?” “Because you’re my client and it would be inappropriate.” He heaved a sigh and stuck both hands into his trouser pockets. Those same excuses were not going to fly with him now. He’d tasted her lips, held her body through the best night’s sleep he’d had in decades and he missed her. He couldn’t continue like this.
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RELEASE 26 February 2016
Blurb:
Cody is running from the ghosts of his past. Will Megan's love be enough for him to make a stand?
With his stalker behind bars, former boy band singer CJ Taylor is starting a new life. Heâs bought a house in a small Vermont town, and taken back the name he was born with. Two years have passed since he was last in the public eye and as Cody Brennan, heâs finally feeling safe. Desperate to find some peace, all he wants is to connect to the music in his head, write new lyrics and forget the tragedy in his past.
What he doesnât count on is meeting Megan. From her amber eyes to her tempting smile, she is everything he thought he could do without, the very thing he promised himself to avoid. But heâs thrown into her family and her life, and suddenly heâs found a place he wants to stay.
Megan Campbell is horrified when a stranger, covered in blood, collapses in her shop. When that same stranger, wild and angry, abruptly becomes someone very different, itâs not her safety she is worrying about, itâs her heart.
Meganâs first instinct is to tame the powerful attraction she has to this stranger, but very soon desire becomes something more. Between them can they find the words to make things right? And can they stay safe long enough to fall in love?
Edited by
Olivia Ventura
Word Count
61,100
Excerpt
Megan Campbell stepped away from the cash register of Notes & Roses and leaned against the back counter. She put her right hand in her jeans pocket and, as carefully and unobtrusively as possible, she removed her cell phone and scrolled to Justinâs name. What should she send to her brother? Help sounded like a good start. Or possibly, thereâs a man in my shop and I think heâs drunk or stoned. Yep, send something like that to Justin, and he would come in all guns blazing. Then heâd pin the weird guy to the floor and read him his rights. And the man currently staring at a wall didnât look dangerous, just lost. Homeless, maybe? Something more considered then, like, there is a vagrant in here, and he needs help, what should I do? The man moved a little. Away from her side of the store, the ârosesâ part of the setup, and over to the ânotesâ side. He was peering at the shelves; a collection of stationery and household bits and pieces like cushions and local crafts. He stumbled a little, turned to the side, and looked up at the display of posters on the far wall. Landscapes of Vermont; rivers, small towns, and red high-sided barns with gently rolling hills of emerald green. âThatâs wrong,â he said. âSorry?â Megan asked, but he didnât reply. Heâs talking to the wall now. Should she add that to the text as well? This was going to end up being one hell of a lot of typing to explain what he was doing. Despite how odd it all looked, the visitor wasnât threatening her. Also, Rachel would be back soon. Maybe between them they could sort this out? He hadnât even spoken to her, but something wasnât right. Maybe it was the way heâd been standing, his hands in fists at his sides, staring now at the new Valentineâs wall display of flowers and hearts. Maybe it was the way he was dressed; dark jeans caked in mud, heavy boots that had tracked in the same mud. Not to mention the black hoodie with the hood partially hiding his face from her view. Or maybe it was the despair in his hunched shoulders, the utter defeat in the way he had to support himself to stand. Whatever it was, Megan was faced with two options. Talk to the strange man in her shop while she was alone in here, or call in reinforcements in case things went south. Her visitor moved, not his feet, but his fists, unclenching and bringing his hands up to knuckle his eyes and then cover them. Meganâs cop brother liked to explain these things to her, but she didnât need his help to recognize when despair in someone turned to anger. She sent the standard 911 text, startled when she looked up and saw the stranger had stepped closer to her while sheâd been distracted. âWhere am I?â he asked, his voice very soft. âYouâre in my shop.â He shook his head. âI need the music. Someone took it, and I need it.â Okay, this was so not going the way she wanted it to go. He was incoherent. Maybe he was homeless and needed a place to get out of the persistent snow that had plagued Stanford Creek the last few days. Heâd evidently been somewhere slushy and muddy, if his clothes were anything to go by. âI donât understand, sir; what music do you need?â she asked, and waited for him to acknowledge her question. Instead, he took another, shaky, step forward, and covered his eyes again. âHello? Can I help you?â she repeated when he didnât look at her. That finally got his attention. His hands came down, and she got her first clear look at his eyes and face. What she saw had her reaching to send another text. He had blood on him, smeared down from his temple into his wild beard, and his blue eyes were bright with something. Drugs maybe? Long dark hair hid some of his features, and he looked like he was about to keel over. âWhereâs the music?â he mumbled, his voice low and urgent. He gripped his temples hard and stumbled back, knocking a display of greeting cards to the floor. The sound was a loud clatter in the otherwise quiet room. âShit⦠I didnâtâ¦â âSir?â This time she was within reaching distance as he rounded on her, his lips pulled back in a snarlâor a grimace of pain, she couldnât be entirely sure. Whatever, it wasnât the look of someone who wanted to be spoken to. Time to leave. She glanced at the front door, then the fire exit. He was between her and the only possible ways out, and she was trapped. When she focused back on him, all she saw was a situation that could get out of hand. He was a good six inches taller than her five-nine, broad and built, with tattoos curling around his wrist, disappearing up under the sleeve of the hoodie. Everything about him looked wrong. He didnât move again, or even acknowledge her; all he did was stare with bright sapphire eyes, focused on a point behind her, scary and intense and so damned fixated with his expression in that scowl. âWhat happened?â He groaned and covered his eyes again. âCall⦠Zeeâ¦â She texted without looking, only glancing at the screen briefly to make sure she was sending another text to her brother and not some random person on her list. 911. Again. The standard sibling instruction for help me right the hell now, reserved for having one of her brothers rescue her from one of her many dreadful first dates. Garrett wasnât even in town, so there was little point texting him, and Justin may not even be in the sheriffâs office. She hoped to hell he was, though, and had read her message. Sheâd know soon enough because the small sheriffâs office was close. And still the stranger stood there, staring at her. At least he hadnât moved any closer. He closed his eyes and wiped at the blood that was trickling down his face, looking down at his hand and staring at the red that streaked his skin. She thought she heard a sob, but couldnât be sure. Compassion welled inside her. Vagrant or not, dressed in soiled clothes and with the hood up, he didnât have to be a criminal. âSir? Do you need help?â She held out her hand, but he stepped closer to her and damn it, she may have had self-defense training, but she wasnât stupid. If the man was hopped up on drugs, she had to stay out of reach. The door opened, and Justin stepped in, all uniform and pissed-off attitude. âTwo 911s? This had better be good, Megs.â Megan inclined her head to the man Justin evidently hadnât seen in his dramatic entrance. Justin could handle himself, and he had a gun; heâd know what to do. âWhat the hell?â Justin said as he assessed the situation, his hand automatically resting on his holstered weapon. âI think itâs drugs,â she said loud enough for Justin to hear. The man looked at Justin and then to her, before shaking his head a little. âNo.â The voice was raspy, little more than a growl. âNot those.â He appeared to be struggling to talk, and he pressed his hands to each side of his head. âJust the music; Zee will know,â he added, but his voice slurred, and he coughed and doubled over. Justin pulled his weapon and held it to one side, his other hand held in front of him as he stepped closer. âSir? Are you hurt?â Megan saw her brotherâs hand on the sidearm, the other placating and suggesting and warning at the same time. Sheâd seen him stand like this when he broke up the fight at the drugstore. Not that heâd drawn his weapon then; heâd dealt with it by intimidation alone, because everyone involved lived in the town and no one messed with the sheriff. Megan looked at her brother, who teased her, whoâd hidden her dolls and pulled her pigtails as a kid, but who was now in a situation that was serious. He was all business. âWhatâs your name, sir?â Justin asked. The stranger stepped back from him, straight into a pile of notebooks this time. The shelf shuddered and some of the display tilted. The movement translated into Justin grabbing the manâs hoodie to stop him falling as he flailed and attempted to stay upright. He took a swing at Justin, who ducked and swerved. The attempted hit missed Justin by a mile, and the man followed the momentum he had begun, smacked his fist against a shelf edge, and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Then he didnât move, was absolutely still. Justin holstered his weapon and crouched next to the prone form of the hooded man, checking for a pulse and then talking into his radio. âDispatch, 390D, medical assistance required at Notes & Roses.â Megan didnât hear the response; she came out from behind the counter and stood next to her brother. The adrenaline that had flooded her to deal with this was beginning to ebb, and she went down in the same crouch. The hood had fallen back and exposed his hair. The stranger was young; maybe the same age as her, and a long cut on his temple oozed fresh blood. Thinking on her feet, she located a clean tea towel from the small kitchen in the back and as an afterthought grabbed the first aid box. There was nothing more than Band-Aids and small bandages in it, but there may be something in there to press against the wound, something sterile. Justin took the box and the towel and pressed the cloth against the manâs temple. âWho is he?â Justin asked. Megan frowned at the unconscious man. âI have no idea.â âWhat was he doing in the shop?â Megan glanced at her brother and resisted the urge to give him a sarcastic sister-type comeback. She needed to be professional. âHe came in and stood in the ânotesâ side, staring at the wall.â âAnd he didnât say anything?â âSomething about wanting music and the letter Z. And when I asked him if he needed help, he turned and stared at me like he didnât know where he was.â âWhat the hell, Megan? You talked to him?â âWell, what was I supposed to do? He was a customer, and looked like he needed help.â âWhat did I tell you about drug addicts?â Justin snapped. âThe same as attackers, drunks, and anyone else who got anywhere near me, call you. I did that.â The man on the floor moved, his eyes flickering open and staring up at Justin and Megan. âI donât feelâ¦â He never finished the sentence, his eyes closing again. All Megan could think was, whoever he was, he had pretty eyes, the kind of blue that jumped out at you and screamed gorgeous. She couldnât see much of his face, covered as it was with a bushy beard and blood. âShould we find his ID or something?â âSOP is not to go searching in drug addictsâ pockets,â Justin said with exaggerated patience. âYou think heâs a drug addict?â The door chimed again, but it wasnât the paramedics yet. Instead her business partner and cousin, Rachel, stood in the door, her jaw dropped and the cold of the rain blustering in behind her. âShut the door,â Justin and Megan said at the same time. Rachel closed the door with care, and her expression didnât change. âWhy is there a man lying on the floor of our shop?â she managed. Then she stepped closer, staring down at John Doe, and her eyebrows climbed before she paled and grabbed hold of the nearest display. âShit, thereâs so much blood. Is he dead?â Like heâd heard her speak, the man coughed and curled in on himself on one side, muttering something, and she stumbled backward with a yelp. âHeâs clearly not dead,â Justin said. âDrugs, head wound, we donât know yet.â Then he spoke into his radio. âDispatch, do we have an ETA on the paramedics?â âThree minutes out.â âTen-four, dispatch.â âIs he bleeding out?â Rachel asked, her hand on her chest and her skin pale. Megan frowned; they really should get Rachel out of here. Sheâd never liked blood, not since the incident where sheâd broken her arm in kindergarten and the bone had pierced the skin. âNot enough blood for that,â Justin said. âDo we know who he is?â Rachel asked. âShould we check his wallet or something? He could be here with someone?â She glanced out the shop window as if expecting the manâs friends or family to be searching for him. âI canât look for his wallet yet,â Justin explained. âSOP with suspected addicts.â âSOP?â Rachel half whispered as an aside. âStandard operating procedure,â Megan whispered back. âThe guy could have needles on him.â âWhat about the recovery position?â Rachel pointed out. âShould we at least move him?â Justin indicated the unconscious man with a wave of his hand. âThink he already did it himself.â Then in silence they stood and waited for the paramedics to arrive, and all that time Megan stared down at the stranger, memorizing every bump and scratch on his face. What a waste. He could be so handsome, almost pretty, with those stunning sky eyes and the plump lips. Heâd be a killer if he smiled, she thought. âHe doesnât smell,â Rachel commented, even though she wrinkled her nose. She gestured at him. âAnd those jeans? Theyâre an expensive brand you know. So heâs probably not homeless.â Megan didnât feel much like discussing the unconscious man. She wanted the help to get here soon. The paramedics arrived and in a flurry of motion, they asked rapid questions of Megan, which she couldnât answer in full. âDid he have a fit? Did he choke?â She answered as best she could and hoped that was enough for them to have some idea what had happened. They checked John Doeâs vitals, hefted him onto a gurney, and left, all without the man regaining consciousness. Justin followed soon after, giving Megan a quick hug and extracting a promise from her to stay safe, and then it was Rachel and Megan alone in the shop. Rachel looked anywhere except at the blood and Megan knew she had to get her out of the shop. âYou go up to Carterâs and get some fresh coffee.â âYou need help,â Rachel began. She looked torn as she gestured at the floor. âIâll clear this up. Go.â âWhat if someone else comes in?â âAnother vagrant covered in blood?â Megan smiled as she said it. She hoped sheâd had her full quota of vagrants for this year. âYou never know,â Rachel said, frowning. âGo.â Rachel looked at the door and back at Megan, as if she were expecting another strange man to come in while she was out and was worried about leaving her. Megan went back to the small storage room at the back of the store. She pulled out the mop and bucket and the cleaning supplies and by the time she came back out Rachel had gone. She wasnât surprised. Evidently alongside her phobia about blood, Rachel had analyzed the situation with her rational, logical approach and had decided Megan could manage another strange man collapsing on their floor if she had to. Megan cleaned up the smears of scarlet and the tracked-in mud, and realigned all the notebooks and stationery on the knocked shelf. While she worked, all she could think was despite the shock and drama of what had happened, the man with the beautiful sapphire eyes hadnât seemed dangerous to her. Confused, high or drunk, desperate, traumatized, wet, and muddy, maybe. But certainly not dangerous. I'm so excited to share that one of my best friends, Sydney Lea, has a new release If you love cowboys, babies and great love stories then check it out! COWBOY INTERRUPTED
First comes love, then comes…baby? Joshua Kell signs a deal that will set his ranch up for life and then spends the night with the woman of his dreams. Waking up alone, he returns home, nursing a broken heart. Brianna Evans struggles to overcome a horrific trauma. After two years, she’s finally taking back control of her life, but she panics when she wakes up next to Josh. Bri has to find him again, and when she does, hopes he’ll understand and forgive her for running. She wants the chance to be happy again. But when a ghost from her past threatens to take everything away, Bri has to trust her cowboy will stop at nothing to keep her safe. BUY LINKS: AMAZON ARE ITUNES B&N KOBO EXCERPT Josh tried really hard not to acknowledge how the touch of her hand in his made him feel. He needed to focus. “How long have you been looking for me?” A self-deprecating laugh bubbled out when she shook her head. “Um, about twenty minutes after you had checked out.” “What?” Josh asked, surprised. She started looking for him before? He had assumed she began her search when she discovered the pregnancy. God, he really needed to stop assuming things, because regardless of the saying, the only one it made look like an ass was him. “When I got home, I called my sister to blast her for letting me drink and go home with a strange man who could have hurt me. Needless to say, she reminded me I was a grown woman and when she was done, she told me about you. Charlotte said we really hit it off, and you seemed like a great guy. She also mentioned I’d be a fool to let you slip through my fingers.” “So you called the hotel, and they told you I was gone.” He made it a statement. He could see exactly how it played out. “And you didn’t know my last name, so they wouldn’t give you any details and you couldn’t track me down.” Bri nodded. “Pretty much. I tried to move on, even when small parts of the night came back, but then I got really sick and went to the doctor. That was eight weeks ago. This morning Charlotte turned up on my doorstep with the article about you and daddy.” She grimaced when she mentioned her dad. He repeated the action. “I can’t believe Brian Evan is your father.” He was in so much trouble. “Uh-huh.” She nodded, agreeing with him. He winced. “You know he’s gonna have my balls and my business, right?” “Daddy won’t do that.” She didn’t quite believe her own words. “Oh, yes, he would. I’d do the same damn thing if it were my daughter.” Aw, hell. He’d probably just shoot the bastard. “Good to know.” She snickered. Frowning, it took him a minute to catch on. Then he paled when it hit him, that he might very well have a daughter. “Oh, God.” She didn’t snicker again—she laughed her ass off. “Just dawned on you, did it?” His usual anger at being the butt of the joke never came. Bri didn’t intend it to be mean, she simply found him amusing, and he kinda liked that. What is this woman doing to me? “Your father is still gonna come after me. You have to be prepared for that. I promise I won’t let that interfere, though.” Bri sobered quickly. Deep in thought, her brow furrowed. Her button nose scrunched up, and she gave her bottom lip a workout. Still, nothing could have prepared him for her next words. “We could tell him we’re engaged.” SYDNEY LEA Sydney Lea is a married mother of two and an avid reader who enjoys falling in love with one book boyfriend after another. After years of dreaming up Mr Perfect, she has finally put pen to paper and created him herself. Whether your ideal man is a shifter, vampire, cowboy or alien, she has something for every one. FACEBOOK | WEBSITE | TWITTER Because it’s the right time for a scandal! Hazel Gower, Khloe Wren, Jess Buffett and Tamsin Baker are introducing a new series, Scandals! To celebrate we are giving away a copy of each book to one lucky winner as the stories are released. For your chance to win, simply complete the tasks on the rafflecopter below. Remember the more tasks you complete, the more likely you are to win! Meet Dillon, Zeck, Law and Alec who make up the world famous boy band Right Time. A huge thank you to Jay Aheer, the wonderfully talented cover artist over at Evernight Publishing for creating these beautiful covers! Links will be coming soon…
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![]() Hi everyone, I’ve been working on a couple of manuscripts. In Australia it's two weeks school holidays, so I won't get anything done, well not with my four kids driving me crazy. I'm going to give you a couple of snippets, first one, book 2 in the Inteli series, the next will be in a Contemporary, May/December romance called Winning her Love, and lastly will be from a series I am writing up from one of my notebooks about demons being the good guys and angels the bad guys. PLEASE remember these are first drafts, so they haven’t been edited. Snippit one. Inteli 2 Daphne was damn tired, she’d delivered two sets of twins and been called in on three emergency caesarean, not to mention the appointments she’d had in-between. She was finally going home, well, after she did some quick notes on her office computer. Lately it felt like she never left the hospital. For once Daphne was gratefully she didn’t have a family, because with the way her career was lately she wouldn’t have time for them. She didn’t have time for anyone. Running fingers through her blonde hair she walked into her office plonking down on her seat and turning on her computer. She needed to right these notes down before she forgot them. Staring at the bright screen as it flickered Daphne blinked trying to focus on the task she had come in here for. Her eyes wouldn’t cooperate and she fought to keep them open. Coffee, she needed a good strong cup otherwise she’d fall asleep and wouldn’t wake for weeks. Standing, she stretched smiling when Beth a nurse who was on her team came in with two steaming cups in her hands. “I thought you could use this. I saw you walk by the nurse station and you looked like a zombie. I’m on my break. I thought we could go out the back and get some fresh air.” “Beth you’re and angel.” Daphne went to Beth and took the black coffee off her. “Let’s go. The night air will do me some good.” Taking a big sip of her coffee Daphne followed Beth as she turned and walked towards the back exit. The night air was cool and added with the coffee was giving Daphne the kick she needed. They sat together on a table that looked out at the car park. “Mmm, this is so good. I don’t think I’ve stopped since I was woken late last night to delivery twins being difficult.” “You need to go home Daphne. My God, didn’t you do a fourteen hour shift the night before?” Daphne racked her sleep deprived mind. “Yeah. I went home and had at least four hours sleep before I was called in.” Beth shook her head. “I have no idea how you are still awake. This is my last shift this week and I’m on vacation for a week. I have worked two double shifts to help out with being away and I’m exhausted.” Daphne smiled at Beth, she was younger than her by a good five years maybe more. Beth had dark red hair and freckles that spread over her petite nose. She was also a single mother of a daughter. “Truthfully Beth, I don’t know how you do it. It’s easy for me as I don’t have a child at home.” Beth shrugged. “I’m lucky I have my sister. She is a God sent. I’m lucky she works from home and can look after Lisa for me. It should be easer next year as Lisa will start kindergarten.” Beth sighed. “I wish I had a man to help but…” Beth’s voice trailed off and she gazed up, her eyes became big blue pools fear. Following her gaze Daphne shrieked as a big round bright light come over them. A pull tugged at her and Daphne screamed as she started to rise. Beth was yelling beside her as the bright white light lifted them both up in the air. Terrified Daphne grabbed Beth, as she gazed franticly about for someone to get help. This close to midnight Daphne knew as dread settled over her that no one would be about. They had security cameras and she prayed that someone was watching them, but as the light grew brighter and the ground became further and further away she struggled to keep her eyes open. Beth’s screaming was slowly stopping the higher they got and the air thinned. Daphne become light headed and gave up and looked down for any help, she turned her gaze to the force that was making her and Beth float. The light now was flashing orange and white in a large circle with silver shiny metal surrounding it. Letting herself succumb to the now light feeling she closed her eyes and told herself to conserve her energy. She would need it for the fight ahead, because she wasn’t going to die or be harmed without good fight. Snippit two Winning her Love “No. Chad don’t. Enjoy the party it’s the start of your season. Come on, introduce me to another guy? A nice guy who likes kids and doesn’t want to take me to his room the first time we met. I’m ready to find someone.” He stared down at the small hands on his chest as Lana stood in front of him blocking his path. Her touch sent a burning need through him so much so his body ached for the petite bundle of fire blocking his way. Fuck this shit. He needed to stop being a pussy and claim what he knew was his and Lana was his. “No fucking way.” Lana stepped to the side and linked her arms with his moving them in the opposite direction than Tim who he’d been going to beat the crap out of. “Fine, help me find your sister so I can tell her I’m out of here. I’m calling a taxi and going to go pick Olivia up and then we are going home.” “I can take you home?” He wrapped his arm around her waist and walked towards the exit. “Nah, this is your party. Well, sort of, you are their star player.” Chad rolled his eyes he may be the star player but he was sick of parties like these, where he was the center of attention and nameless faces praised him and fawned over him. There was only one person’s attention he wanted and she was currently in his arms with no idea how he felt. Lana didn’t care he was a famous athlete, she didn’t care what money he earned or what his fame could get her, she hung out with him because she liked him, Chad Douglas. He chuckled because he bet even after all these years Lana still didn’t know what position he played or how much he earned. “I’ll stay if you can tell me what position I play?” “Hey.” She playfully waked his chest. “That’s not far. You know I’m not into sports.” He winked down at her loving the easy banter they had between them. “If you don’t like Rugby League why did you come to a Rugby League party?’ Lana sighed and pulled herself out of his hold but he wasn’t giving her up. “I didn’t. Steph wanted to come and at first I said no, but she nagged me. I still said no. I told her I had no one to look after Olivia, but the other day she stopped taking no for an answer and went on and on about how your parents were eager to meet Olivia and wanted to babysit. I still was unsure, but she went off her brain when I said to her that I’d been on five lunch dates, as Olivia was in daycare then and I was ready to start dating, she convinced me to come here as it will be the place to meet men.” Lana rolled her eyes. “As you can see she dragged me here. Steph’s words and I quote, ‘we will go to my bro’s party and find you some hunk to get it on with.’ I didn’t have a say after that. You know Steph, so I thought I’d come and support you. If I found a hunk of a man all the better, but if not I knew I’d be happy just to see you. I haven’t seen you in years. So here I am for you.” “Do you even watch my games?” He smiled liking that Lana was here for him. “Not on the TV.” He laughed and walked towards the exit again. Lana had been to one, maybe two of his games when he first started but hadn’t come back again even though he had family seats. “You and Olivia are coming next week to my first game of the season.” “Umm…we are?” She bit her bottom lip sending a jolt straight to his cock as he homed in on the action. God he wanted her. No more fucking around. Lana was going to be his. Snippet 3 from my demons It was days like this when it was so cold that it was snowing that Lexie would give anything to afford a car. She wished she could redo her teenage years all over again. She had apologized to her parents for running off with her ex-boyfriend. They forgave her and had even paid for her secretary cause as she couldn’t get a loan because she was in so much debt. Ben had deserted her as soon as the creditors came knocking at the door. No one knew where he was and Lexie was now stuck paying for all the things they’d bought. Lexie sold everything and came crawling back to her parents at twenty with a massive amount of debt and shame. That was four years ago. Lexie had worked two jobs for a year to pay off as much as she could. She cut down to one job when her parents paid for a secretary course. She worked hard with her course and got the best grades, so much so her parents paid for little side courses to better her chances at a good job. Lexie was grateful to her parents, and she promised once she finished paying off her first lot of debts she would pay her parents back. Four months ago Lexie joined Devils Inc. as a secretary for one of the higher bosses. It was supposed to be a dream job. The pay is high and it was advertised as a nine to five. That had been a lie. Lexie found out why the pay was so high because her boss Greg was a grade A arsehole, who fobbed his work off onto her. Lexie couldn’t afford to lose her job or quit. This job was helping her pay her debts a lot quicker. In another two more years she’d have her debts paid. The company was part of the fortune five hundred. The owner and CEO of Devil’s Inc. Lucian Samson, bad boy billionaire, was known for turning any venture he was a part of into a success. Lexie knew if she could last the two year and pay off her debts she would be able to get a job anywhere. All she would have to say was she had worked for over two years at Devil’s Inc. and left on good terms. Lexie glanced at her watch and groaned, she had less than fifteen minutes to place the file on Lucian Samson’s desk and get back to her bag and leave to get to the bus stop. She hurried along the corridor toward the big office doors in sight. Almost running to the door she gripped the assessment tighter and barged through the big doors thinking no one else would be here at this time. Lexie pause and gasped at the sight before her, Lucian Samson stood naked with three women fawning over him. A redhead sucked his cock and two blondes were moaning and kissing his sculptured body. At her gasp Lucian’s eyes that seemed to be glowing blue shot from the redhead to stare at her. A wicked grin came over his face before he sniffed the air and growled. In an instant his whole demeanor changed, his relaxed stance turned ridged and his cheeky grin vanished to be replaced by a serious one. Oh God, she needed to get out of there. Backing up she muttered, “I’m so sorry. I…well…um… I… didn’t see anything.” Lexie was terrified as she swore Lucian grew from his already impressive six something to seven or eight. His jet black hair lengthened and seemed to grow, his skin turned a dark shade of red and his eyes went from there blue to black. Hi everyone.
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