Title: Protector’s Claim
Author: Airicka Phoenix
Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Designer: Airicka’s Mystical Creations
Publication Date: Oct. 31st, 2017
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Reivews & PR
Gabrielle Thornton
I made a mistake.
I allowed myself to be born. I allowed myself access into a life that wasn’t mine, and for that, I had willingly submitted my body and soul to a man whose sadistic pleasures knew no bound, a man who relished in my pain as much as he craved my flesh.
A monster I would do anything to escape.
But what if I could make it stop? What if the cost of freedom was a single night in a stranger’s arms? What if one final sin was all I needed to commit to find peace?
Kieran Kincaid
I had always known of the sickness that lived inside my father, the demons who controlled the man. His death was a blessing to every innocent he’d destroyed with his dark hunger.
Yet, despite his demise becoming my curse, a shackle trapping me in his twisted secrets, it lured me to it, too. It promised me the thing I coveted above all else. It seduced me deeper into the world I wish I knew nothing of, but there was no turning back, not even if by accepting, by taking what didn’t belong to me made me a monster like him.
Gabby would finally be mine.
“You live here alone?” I asked as he left me at the wide,
U-shaped island
dominating the majority of the main area to wander over to
the fridge.
He nodded. “For the last three years.”
“Where’s your mom?”
He yanked the doors open, releasing a puddle of yellow light
across the floor.
“She has her own flat downtown. Likes it better there.
Closer to the shops.”
It seemed like such a waste, all that space. I couldn’t
picture me there at all with
all those looming, empty rooms and winding corridors. I
wouldn’t know what to do with
myself. My apartment wasn’t much to brag about. Even with
its smallness, I still felt the
pang of loneliness. I couldn’t imagine being here in the
cold and dust, surrounded by
things that would offer no comfort.
“You don’t like it.”
He was watching me when I blinked out of my reverie.
“It’s not that I don’t like it,” I clarified carefully.
“It’s just so…”
“Ostentatious?” He brought out a platter of fruit and placed
it on the wraparound
counter. “Overdone? An eyesore?”
“Lonely,” I whispered. “I don’t know how I feel about you
being here by yourself
all the time. I’d lose my mind.”
“That’s the thing, love.” He rounded to my side. “I’ve been
alone my entire life.
You get used to it.”
“I still don’t like it.”
His hands found my waist and I was pulled to him. Warm palms
glided up to my
shoulder blades. The heat of them radiated through the thin
fabric of my top.
“Then don’t leave me here alone.”
My breath caught. My heart tripped in my chest. It quickened
with the light bump
of his nose against mine.
“You don’t make sense,” I murmured, fingers lifting to curl
around his bare
shoulders. “Everything you keep talking about, marriage and
moving in together after
only one night … men usually avoid those things, don’t
they?”
His nose, his lips grazed mine with every slow rock of his
head. “I don’t know
about other men, but I’ve been waiting three years for you,
Gabby. I’ve done my time.
I’ve accepted that there’s no winning whatever pull you have
on me. The want I had for
you in the beginning is now a need I won’t deny myself. I
need you. If not here, then I’ll
find us a new place, anywhere you want. Whatever you want,
it’s yours, just … let me
keep you.”
I kissed him.
Fuck common sense.
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Airicka Phoenix is a multi-genre author of novels starring strong female leads and sexy alpha heroes. She started her journey after never finding the type of books she wanted to read. Her love of tortured souls and forbidden romance carried her into writing her own hard-earned happiness. Currently, she lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her babies and can be found hard at work on her next project.
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