Nick Sebring has issues. Born feeling like an outsider in his own family, growing up under the shadow of a brother who could do anything, Nick isn’t that great of a guy. But when this culminates with Nick lashing out to hurt his brother through the woman he loves, Nick turns inward and makes some decisions about the man he intends to be.
And as he does this, he falls in love and truly learns the man that he’s grown to be.
When his love is murdered right before Nick’s eyes, Nick knows he has to avenge her. He knows how he’s going to avenge her. And he has no qualms using Olivia Shade to exact that vengeance.
Olivia Shade has grown up on the outside of her family too. Her problem is that they don’t want her outside. They want her all the way in, right under their thumbs. She pays the price for seeking escape and learns her lesson—she’ll never see a dawn where she wakes up free.
Then she meets Nick Sebring, and even as she fights it, the hope that died years ago starts to blossom. She can find love. She can have a man of her own. She can be happy. She can be free.
Olivia hopes while Nick schemes.
However, as Nick peels back the layers of all that is Olivia Shade, he finds something surprising. He understands its fragility. He falls in love with its beauty. He seeks to protect it.
But he forgets to protect his Livvie from one thing: Nick Sebring.
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The Series
In the hotel room, Nick heard the knock at the door.
He moved to it, looked out the
peephole and felt the corners of his mouth hitch up when he saw her.
Fuck, those big green eyes,
perfectly arched dark brows, the olive tint to her skin, the expert way she
shaded under her cheekbones…
She was a coldhearted criminal but
she was one that was very easy to look at.
And even easier to fuck.
He opened the door.
He was going to say something but
he didn’t get the chance when her hand darted out and she caught him under his
jaw, using it to push him in and around until his back hit wall.
She stared up at him, her hand wrapped
around his jaw, her expression holding an emptiness that was so extreme it was
almost like a void he could fall into and get lost forever.
He heard the door swish closed and
latch.
Then she was up on her toes, her
head moving toward his, those green eyes dropping to his mouth.
She didn’t get her lips to his
before his tongue was out, as was hers, both of them colliding and tangling
before her mouth slammed to his just as her body pushed in, pressing hard,
forcing him tighter to the wall.
He shoved out. Gripping her wrist
at his jaw, he yanked it down, twisting and slamming her against the wall,
slanting his head to deepen an already deep kiss. Their tongues again clashing
before he actually took her mouth.
But he took her mouth.
And like she’d done to his, he
consumed it.
His fingers still around her wrist,
he yanked it around his back, using his body to shove her tight to the wall,
pressing his hardening cock against her stomach.
She arched, and moving quickly,
whipped him around so his back was to the wall and she took over the kiss.
Tearing her wrist from his hold, she curled her fingers around his throat just
as she cupped his hardening crotch with her other hand.
Fucking hell, this woman was hot.
But he was done playing.
And he was done kissing.
Her mouth, that was.
He pushed her away. She struggled
to regain control.
She lost this struggle when he
caught her hand and dragged her down the short hall into the room.
She lost her footing when he gave
her hand a strong tug and she fell into him with a soft gasp.
He let her hand go, caught her hips
and threw her four feet onto the bed.
That got him another soft gasp
which took his cock from hardening to rock-solid and throbbing.
He bent over her, holding her now
intense green gaze, spanning her hips with his hands. Shoving backwards, he
found the hook of her skirt, released it and pulled down the zipper.
He moved his fingers to curl them
into the sides of her skirt’s waistband. With a vicious tug that took her hips
and panties with it, he yanked off the skirt.
Chest to the bed, eyes to her cunt,
the black curls neatly groomed with a precision that meant her wax technician
was a master with possible OCD issues, they were also glistening with wet.
Having the tussle at the door,
seeing the utter perfection of her pussy, smelling her, watching her legs part
in invitation, her knees shifting up, Nick couldn’t have gone gentle if he’d
wanted to.
Luckily he didn’t want to.
He bent his neck and devoured her.
Fuck, she tasted just as perfect as
she looked.
As he fed, he felt her excitement
ramp. Tasted it. Ate it. Gave her more. Consumed the result. Drove her to the
edge.
And when he had her there, he
stopped and moved over her.
Not surprisingly, she used both the
pump she already had planted into the bed and the calf she had wrapped around
him to flip him and then she was straddling him, pushing up, her hands already
to his fly.
Normally, he would not allow this.
Her face flushed with need, her
manner urgent, even desperate, all that surged through his blood, his gut,
straight to his cock.
So he allowed this.
She tugged his pants down, grabbed
his dick, guided it to her and took him home.
At the beauty of her sheathing him,
he gritted his teeth against the urge to let go and release way too fucking
early. Bucking his hips, he watched how much she liked taking him, her head
thrown back, her shining, straight mass of silken black hair swaying.
Then she dropped forward into a
hand in the bed by his side, locked eyes with him and rode him violently as he
watched until she gave it to herself and she kept doing it until she forced it
from him.
Fucking spectacular.
He came down buried inside her, his
eyes opening to see her still resting in her hand in the bed, her body moving
gently with her still-labored-but-evening breathing, her dark hair framing her
oval face, her straight bangs brushing her lashes, her green eyes locked to his
trying to brand him, make him hers.
No way in fuck that was happening.
But he’d take more of this.
A lot more.
That said, the woman was going to
learn how to give up control.
Not surprisingly, without a word,
she swung off his cock, moving immediately toward the side of the mattress.
Nick focused on pulling up his
trousers, doing the fly and angling off the bed. By the time he was up and had
turned his attention back to her, she was on her feet, facing him, arms twisted
behind her to do up the skirt she’d put on.
He held her gaze.
“We got all night, Olivia,” he
informed her.
Not even a hint of a response to
him calling her the name she hadn’t given him.
Then again, he knew she knew him;
she’d make it her business.
She also knew he’d do the same with
her, even before he sat next to her the night before.
Her expression might not have
changed but his words spurred her to action, this being walking his way.
She stopped. Her eyes still on his,
she lifted a hand and touched his chest lightly with just the pad of her middle
finger.
It lasted half a second.
Then she dropped her hand, turned
and walked away.
He heard the door close behind her
and he couldn’t stop his smile.
Fuck yes, a seriously cool
customer.
And the hottest fuck he’d had in
his life.
I was born a middle class white child in Gary, Indiana, USA. One of the last of a dying breed. I nearly killed my mother and myself making it into the world, seeing as I had the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck (already attempting to accessorize and I hadn’t taken my first breath!). Mom says they took me away, put her back in her room, she looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). She remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.Nothing’s changed.All I’ve ever wanted to do was write (well, and be the Queen of the World, but you gotta start small) and I’ve published a gazillion books and counting (and a gazillion is a lot! shoo!).You can learn about my titles that have been released or that are soon to be released in the Titles section of the website. Even though I jump genres, there is always a theme to my books…humor (hopefully), engaging characters (again, hopefully) and romance (definitely).
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I grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and have lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus I’m blessed to have friends and family around the globe. My family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write and growing up it was large and multi-generational. We all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. I grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched). Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.And as I keep growing up, it keeps getting better.So here I am, thank goodness.
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