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RELEASE DATE: September 29th, 2014
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Blurb
Darkness is the only thing I see. Ever since the day my
life changed. The day that everything and everyone I held close to me ceased to
exist. The day I lost it all and the demons of my past consumed my every waking
moment.
I tried to keep others at arm’s length. Tried not to let
my darkness taint them. Ruin them. Harm them. And whether I want to admit it or
not, as much as I wish I could keep them locked out, they refuse to leave.
Refuse to let me suffer alone.
If I hadn’t been so focused on keeping those demons from
flying free, I wouldn’t have missed how one perfect angel was able to sneak her
way under my skin—refusing to let go. Making me want things I don’t deserve.
She consumes me. Her beauty knows no end. The love she
promises tempts me every time she’s near. But that pure heart that makes her MY
Emmy is the one thing I’m convinced I’ll destroy if I ever let her close.
I’m a broken man. A broken man with too much darkness in
his soul to ever let her light shine upon me. But even that doesn’t stop me
from craving her with every single breath in my body.
**This is the final book in the Corps Security series.
This book is not suitable for younger readers. There is strong language, adult
situations, and some violence.*
TEASERS
Prologue—Maddox
Six
weeks. It’s been over a goddamn month
since Emmy ran from me.
Just
gone.
It took
me three days to find her—thanks to the tracking device I had placed on her
car—down in some small Podunk town in south Florida. Even if she had been trying to hide, she’d
done a shit job of it. One search for
her parents would have brought me right to her.
It took
me longer to actually get eyes on her than it had to find her. She was holed up in some cheap-ass hotel for
three weeks. She called in her meals and
never left the room. And unfortunately,
I had to leave and rush home when things out of my control needed attention and
I again had to pull Asher’s head out of his ass. Now I’m back and I’m not leaving until I get
my hands on her.
She
doesn’t want to be found. I know that,
but damn if I’m going to let her run off and get away for good. I’ve pushed and pushed her away. Every bone in my body has screamed at me to
take what she’s been offering for years.
I’ve seen her, I know what she wants, but I won’t let my demons hurt
her. Not my Emmy.
Since day
one, she’s been the greatest temptation, but I refused to take everything
innocent that is Emmy and let my blackness take her. Because that’s what will happen. It will wrap around her soul and slowly choke
the life out of her. Just like every
other person I’ve allowed in.
I’ll
taint her. I’ll ruin her. And in the end, it will destroy her.
One smile
from her made me fall. So I pushed her
away. I told her that she would never be
what I need—that I would never want her.
God, if she only knew. I crave
her and everything she keeps trying to hand me.
I crave her and everything she could give me. My very being calls out to her, and I work
daily to refuse it.
So I
pushed.
Until she
ran.
But that
ends right now.
Looking
up at the gaudy neon lights thrown on the top of this hellhole, I know that was
my first mistake.
SYN.
A
motherfucking strip club.
This is
not a place where my angel belongs. Just
the thought of her inside this club makes my skin crawl. I can feel my anger becoming a force of its
own as the blackness in my soul threatens to burst through. It’s burning inside my veins and demanding
blood. My nostrils flare, making my
breaths come in loud pants. My fist
clenches—demanding something to pound into, something to destroy. My skin feels tight. Every vein in my body is pulsing with each
wild beat of my heart.
I’m going
to explode.
The
bouncer doesn’t even give me a second thought.
He gives me a brief glance as I pay the twenty bucks to gain my access
into the hellish place. I immediately
rip my sunglasses off, taking in every inch of the room. Black walls with dim lighting, stereotypical
red carpeting and leather booths lining the room. They have the name right with the smell of
this place—sex and sin with a mixture of smoke and sweat. There are three stages set up around the
room, the center one being the largest and two smaller ones to the left and
right, with a bar against the back wall and one on the top floor.
The whole
top-floor bar area is set up on a glass floor, giving these douchebags around
the room the perfect view between the barely dressed servers’ legs. Taking my eyes off the top floor, where the
bartenders are clearly working the glass floor to their advantage, I scan the
room again, squinting my eyes to see through the dim lighting and heavy smoke.
That’s
when I spot her.
“What.
The. Fuck,” I snarl under my breath.
The anger
I felt earlier burning through my body starts to boil. It’s almost as if my body becomes a force of
its own. The monsters inside me wanting
free.
There she
stands, not even five feet away, looking exhausted, wearing next to
nothing. Her skirt—if that’s what you
want to call it—is more like a napkin someone cut in half. From the way she stands—slightly to the
side—I can just make out the perfect roundness of her ass peeking out the
bottom of the hem. Her pert tits are
pushed together and held in a tight bikini top, the fabric so thin that I can
see the outline of her nipples clear as day.
My eyes
take in every inch of her exposed skin and I want to roar with rage.
No one
should see her like this. No one but
me. And even though I don’t have the
right to feel this way about her, there isn’t a damn thing that can stop me
now.
She
hasn’t seen me yet, so I stalk over to where she’s standing. She turns right when I’m about to reach out
for her and her eyes go wide, shock and alarm clear in her beautiful,
honey-brown eyes.
“Wha—”
“What the
fuck are you doing, Em?” I bite out.
She
shrinks back at my tone before she catches herself and goes stiff. I can tell instantly that I’m not going to
like anything she has to say.
“Excuse
me?”
“You
heard me, Emmy. What in the hell are you
doing in this place?”
She tilts
her head slightly, taking me in. Her
eyes leave mine and roam the room before she gives a stiff nod. When she turns her focus back to me, I go
stock-still at her words.
“I’m
exactly where I should be, Maddox. I’m
home.” Her tone is submissive, and that
fury inside me goes from a boiling fire to ice cold.
With
that, she turns and stalks off towards the bar.
And I see that not only is her ass hanging out, but so are her hot-pink
boy shorts.
“Dude. She’s a fine piece of ass, right?” The man she was just talking to speaks in
awe.
“Shut
your fucking mouth,” I growl, feeling that rage return like a switch has been
flipped.
“Ah,
you’re new here. Just sit back, my
friend, and get ready for the show.” He
laughs, takes a deep pull from his beer, and turns his attention back to the
main stage, where the current entertainment is doing her best to swallow the
fucking pole with her pussy. She’s
working so hard for it that she might as well be fucking the damn thing.
I’m no
stranger to strip clubs. Back when the
guys were all single, we would hit some local ones around California. No better way to let off some steam from the
shit that is constantly swirling around in my head than to sit in a room full
of naked woman. Where the music pounds
into your body, the drinks are always flowing, and the pussy is in
abundance.
One
thing’s for sure: This isn’t a place for Emmy.
Hell no.
Without
taking my eyes from Emmy, I drop my body into the nearest booth. She’s in a heated argument with the bartender
and an older man who looks about as run-down as this fucking town. She throws her hands in the air, her head
moving wildly, and if I had to guess, her stunning eyes are burning
bright. She points over to me a few
times, and all the older man does is shake his head, obviously not giving her
what she wants. I just scowl at them
from the booth, waiting for her to walk her ass back over here so I can explain
to her that it’s time to go.
“Hey
there, handsome,” a raspy voice says to my right. “Looking for some fun tonight? I bet a big man like you would be up for
something wild.”
“No.” I don’t even look at her. My eyes never leave Emmy—who is now looking
at me. A mix of ire and hurt is written
all over her face. Even with the shit
lighting in this place, I can see it…and I hate it.
Fucking
hurt? Is she serious right now? Pissed I can understand. She didn’t want to be found and I found her.
“I won’t
bite, baby. That is unless you want me
to.” Her hands snake around my neck and
down my chest.
Turning
my attention away from Emmy, I look at the bleach-blonde hair, weathered skin,
and fake tan of this bitch in front of me.
I’ll give her credit—she tries to hide it with more than enough makeup
for about ten women, but this piece of work in front of me has to be pushing
fifty.
“I said
no, woman. What part of that didn’t you
understand? And for the last time, do
not touch me.” I reach up and pull her
hand off my stomach before she can go any further.
Moving my
eyes back to where I last saw Emmy has me coming up empty. What the hell? I scan the room but she is still nowhere to
be found.
“Ah,
sweet cheeks. I know what you want. Good luck with that one. Rose doesn’t play around, and honey, why
would you want her when you can have me?
After all, I taught her everything she knows.” She leans down and, before I can guess her
intent, licks my neck, clearly taking my distraction at her words to her
advantage.
I turn
swiftly and move into her space, making sure she doesn’t mix this shit up in
her head to think that I would somehow ever want her ass.
“Do. Not.
Touch. Me. You got that, sweet cheeks?”
She looks
me in the eyes for a few beats before throwing her head back and laughing. The sound of it hits my ears like nails on a
chalkboard.
“Your
loss.”
When she
walks off, I start my scan of the room again.
No Emmy in sight. I run my hand
over my buzzed scalp before settling in for the wait.
Thirty
minutes later and I still haven’t found her.
The crowd is getting restless.
The chicks taking turns on the stage now haven’t been impressive and
they undoubtedly want more. The pole
humper has moved on to one of the smaller stages. The last act on the main stage was slightly
better, but all she did was basically finger-fuck herself on the stage before
fumbling to get to her feet on her ridiculous heels.
Jesus
Christ.
I wait,
determined not to leave until I have her with me. Another thirty minutes and two more rotations
on the stages have my frustration levels going up even higher. How the hell did she just disappear? I know she didn’t leave. The tracking device on her car, which is
sitting right next to my truck in the parking lot, hasn’t alerted me of any
movement. I’ll be damned if she takes
off on me again.
After
signaling over another server, I order a beer and check my phone again to make
sure the tracker isn’t malfunctioning.
I’m just putting my phone in my pocket when a deep voice cuts over the
music.
“Gentleman
of Syn. It’s the moment you’ve been
waiting for. The one your dicks have
been begging for all fucking night. The
Princess of Syn herself. The one and
only, Rose!”
The Princess of Syn?
What an idiot. I laugh to myself, placing my beer to my lips for a long pull. The music starts and the first few notes of
Lollipop by Framing Hanley fill the air.
Got to give this chick props—at least she picked a good song.
The house
lights go down, plunging the room into darkness, before a spotlight hits the
main stage. The smoke clinging to the
air gives the stage an eerie glow. I
take my eyes off the action and attempt scan the darkness of the room again for
Emmy. Movement by the back corner
catches my attention at the same time that the crowd goes electric. Idiots start throwing their money left and
right, calling to this Princess of Syn
to take them.
What
morons.
I focus
on the corner again and see the blonde from earlier smiling her wicked smile at
me before pointing to the stage. Turning
back to the stage, I watch as a woman, who I assume is this so-called princess,
spins effortlessly on the pole, her movements all but blurring her body from
the men wishing she were spinning on their dicks. It doesn’t take me long to see why the bitch
from earlier is telling me to look.
With one
quick spin, her hands are placed at the center and her legs are spread wide and
parallel to the pole, showing off her barely there G-sting, I see my Emmy. It takes a second for the shock to wear off,
and in that second, she gracefully drops from her spin with a guarded smile to
the men crowding the stage. Lifting her
small hands from her side, she drags them up her flat stomach to take her tits
in hand and jiggles them.
Fucking
jiggles them.
I can’t control
my body at this point. I’m focused on
one thing—the best way to get her off that stage and out of this place.
She
reaches up and, in a move that is obviously practiced, removes her top,
throwing it in to the crowd. There she
dances with her body on display, caressing her naked tits until her nipples
pebble. Turning her back to the room,
she bends at the waist and starts to slowly pull her G-sting down her long,
toned legs.
This is
when the reality of this situation hits me.
I’ll fucking kill all of these motherfuckers in the room.
Then she
drops to her knees before getting on all fours and crawling towards the end of
the stage.
Hell. No.
I’m on my
feet in seconds, stalking through the crowd, pushing any man who stands in the
way of my woman and me. I don’t even
lift my arms from my side. I just barrel
through the bodies with one goal in mind.
She
doesn’t see me coming since she’s back on her feet and walking to the pole
again. With a leap that would make my
high school track coach proud, I’m on the stage, and a second later, I have a
naked Emmy thrown over my shoulders before I jump off the stage. The sharp pain up my leg does nothing to
extinguish my determination.
I can see
the bouncers coming, and with one hand on her slick ass, I reach out and punch
the first one in the face, taking great pleasure watching him instantly buckle
to the floor. The other one comes at me
from the side, but he doesn’t get far before I pick up the chair to my left
one-handed and crack it against his fucking head.
Emmy is
struggling with such vigor that I’m forced to put her down. She looks up, ready to spit fire at me,
before snapping her mouth shut when she sees the expression on my face. I have no doubt that I look just as feral as
I feel.
“Don’t
you open that sweet fucking mouth, Emersyn.
I swear to Christ, now is not the time to fucking piss me off any
further.”
I rip my
shirt off and roughly pull it over her head.
She struggles and puts up a fight, momentarily distracting me from the
third bouncer coming at full throttle.
His fist takes me by surprise, but not for long. Grabbing her wrist so she doesn’t get away, I
turn to the motherfucker stupid enough to get in my way.
“You
shouldn’t have done that,” I seethe.
He goes
to punch me again, but I duck and pop up before he realizes he failed. Bringing my head forward, I head-butt him
right between the eyes and almost smile when he falls instantly.
I’m
stopped at the door by the last bartender she was speaking with earlier. He goes to make a move but pulls up when he
sees the look in my eyes. I’ll fucking
kill and I’m sure it’s written clear as day on my face.
“Do
it. I dare you.” My tone leaves no room for argument. I’m leaving with her and there isn’t a person
on this Earth who can stop me.
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About the Author:
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from
her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the
house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husbands chagrin. Harper has a
borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with
her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her
favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the
house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect
way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding
alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
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