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Come to Me


When Nate Davidson learns there’s a bounty on Wolf Stone’s head, he shoves aside the hurt and bitterness of the past and volunteers to serve on his protective detail. Trouble is, their well-respected commander doesn’t want any help.

Their first angry kiss reignites a passion that time has not diminished, and the stunning addition of the beautifully submissive Kayla Fagan to their relationship changes their dynamic in sexy ways they never could have imagined.

But as a hitman closes in, Kayla and Nate want more from Wolf. They want him to share his deepest secrets…and his love. Wolf’s wounds run deep, and love is the one thing he’s incapable of offering.

Kayla Fagan unfolded her legs. For a second, her actions reminded Stone of a butterfly unfurling its wings.

He took a seat in the oversize leather chair. She and Nate Davidson had left the wingback chair vacant for him. “You needed to talk?”

“Yeah. About that…” She stood in a lithe movement that captivated him, made him aware of her femininity.

Men and women were built different, and he was a connoisseur of both. He pressed his palms together and waited.

“I want to play.”

“Go on.”

She paced. Then, with her back to a wall, she admitted, “I’m intrigued.”

Her soft-spoken admission aroused him.

“I just…don’t want anything extreme.”

“You want to stay in control while you’re out of control?”

She nodded.

“You’ll have a safe word. And a slow word. We can go at your pace.”

“Your safe word will stop any activity,” Davidson said. “You can always say no. Your Dom, Stone, will honor that. You get to set boundaries and negotiate terms. Your pleasure is our ultimate goal.

Watching the two of them was entertaining as hell to Stone.

“My pleasure is the only thing that matters?” Clearly, she was confused, and a little intrigued, if the glint in her green eyes was anything to judge by.

“Make no mistake,” Davidson continued, “if you have any desire to submit or learn about submission, Stone is the Dom you want.”

“Davidson’s right.” Stone leaned forward. “We’ll go slow. I’ll check in with you a lot. By watching you, I’ll know when you’re at your limit, even if you don’t realize it. You’ll never be taken anywhere you don’t want to go, or any place I deem unsafe.”

“I…”

He couldn’t help himself.

Desire for this woman with her intense green eyes and untamed auburn hair drove him to distraction.

Standing, he crossed to Fagan and closed his hands around her shoulders. He helped her up until she stood facing him, her head tipped back to meet his gaze.

Then he captured her head and kissed her long, hard, deep. Nothing punishing, nothing dominant, just gentle reassurance.

She tasted of wine, spicy and rich. And then, moments later…of surrender.

His cock pressed against his zipper, insistently, demandingly. Did she recognize her power?

Fagan swayed toward him, taking the role of the aggressor. Her tongue plunged deep into his mouth. And he was suddenly commiserating with how desperate Davidson had been to orgasm.

Eventually, she pulled away. “Oh. Hmm. Well. Wow.”

“Just for the record,” he said, holding her close, one hand just above her rear, the other between her shoulder blades, “I want to have sex with you. Whether or not that happens is completely your call.”

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Sierra was born in Manchester, England where she spent her early years traipsing through castles. After living in Denver for a number of years, the internationally acclaimed author now resides in Galveston, Texas. She loves the way history blends with Southern manners (being called “sugar” is an experience unto itself).

She invites you to join her on a sensual journey where the limits are explored and expanded.

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The Dead of Cold by Allie Quinn

The Dead of Cold by Allie Quinn

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Being telepathic and telekinetic has made Jane’s life far from simple. When she accidentally bumps into Milo, she thinks her powers are off kilter. Not only does she learn all his secrets, but she discovers he’s a vampire. After all, vampires don’t exist. At the same instant, he becomes her dream lover every time she falls asleep. When Jane later learns the evil plans of Milo’s greatest adversary, Bart, she has no choice but to put herself in danger to warn Milo. She just isn’t prepared for the fire that burns between her and Milo while she’s awake. It’s stronger than any dream sex she could imagine. She soon learns she will do whatever necessary to save Milo so she can stay safe in his arms. But is their passion and love and the fact destiny has made them soul mates strong enough to hold back the terror Bart brings to them?

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Deeper (Underground #3) by Jenika Snow

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Stella Vincent’s father gambled away her childhood home, it was up to her to get it back. But when she finally met the man who held the deed, she realized just how dangerous he really was.

And how much she wanted him.

Tate Wessen knew he was dangerous, and he counted on others realizing the same thing in order for him get what he wanted. Running an illegal underground fight club wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever done.

When Stella walked into his office the obsession is instant. She’ll do anything to get her father’s house back, and he’s depraved enough to use that to his advantage. What he offers her was very simple.

She must submit to him in any way he saw fit for the next two weeks. After that her father’s debt was absolved.

The only problem was, he found himself falling for Stella and knowing that letting her walk away wasn’t an option.

Warning: This story was previously published under the same title. It’s since been re-edited, revised, and new content has been added. There may be graphic material some readers find offensive.

 


He could see the urge to disobey him on her delicate features. She wanted to go against the grain, but what Stella Vincent didn’t know was that he was determined to have her. If she knew nothing else about him by the end of these two weeks, she would know what it was like to be fully and completely possessed by him.
“Take it off my fingers, Stella.” His cock was harder than the granite that lined his kitchen. He ached to be inside of her, to feel her tight, hot, wet pussy clenching his shaft. She leaned forward almost as if he frightened her. She was a smart woman, but she would still give him what he wanted.
When her lush, ruby-red lips opened, he could feel the little pants of her breath brush across the tips of his fingers. His cock gave a hard jerk. It took all his self-control not to adjust the aching length. The sight of her lips wrapping around the red flesh of the strawberry had his mouth going slack. Had he ever seen a more erotic sight than that?
Hell. No.
Her gaze was trained on his, and she let out a little moan as her teeth sank into the berry. A bit of juice slid out of her mouth and down the side of her lips. A groan left him, and he saw her mouth curve. Yeah, the little minx knew exactly what she was doing. Driving him fucking mad.
She pulled away slightly, and he moved fast. Taking hold of her chin with his fingers, he tilted her head to the side and caught the bead of juice with the tip of his tongue. He moved slow, savoring the taste and feel of her. A small, mewling cry left her, and he pressed his mouth to hers. He swallowed her gasp and trailed his tongue along the seam of her lips, tasting the wine and strawberry she’d just consumed. It was an addicting combination, and he couldn’t stop himself from fully pressing his mouth on hers. Her moan was a sweet sound, and when she opened her mouth, allowing him access to the hot, wet, tempting cavern, he gladly slipped his tongue inside.
She pressed her tongue along his, moving it in a slow cadence that had him growing impatient. She was hesitant, careful. The fact that she was so unsure had something inside of him waking. He wanted to take that innocence for himself, claim her like no man had ever claimed her. He would take her in every way possible, and when she didn’t think she could take any more, he would give it to her, making her take it all. He wanted her complete and utter surrender more than he wanted anything else.
And damn it, she would give all of herself over to him.

 

 

Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their children.

She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.

 

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No Tomorrow by Carian Cole

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The people we love are thieves.
They steal our hearts. They steal our breath.
They steal our sanity.
And we let them.
Over and over and over again.
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They say you never forget your first time.
Mine was with a homeless musician who effed my brains out under a bridge.
He was my first love. And fourteen years later, I still can’t get him out of my head.
He broke all my rules.
He also broke my heart.
I watched him climb to stardom, cheering him on from afar.
But I was never a fan; just a girl in love.
Like a tornado, he spiraled, leaving a path of destruction in his wake.
But love conquers all, right? It has to. Because here I stand, ravaged and ruined, needing it to be true.
You can’t go back, but I want to. Back to the bridge. Back to when he sang only for me. Before he was famous. Before he shattered my heart.
I thought I knew everything about him.
But I could not have been more wrong.
He promised me every tomorrow. And here I am, waiting.
And hoping.
Again.

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It Ends Tonight

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Nineteen years ago, on a dark stormy night, everything in Lucas Smith’s life came crashing down around him. In the blink of an eye, his childhood was gone and he was forced to step up for his little brother, Clay. They are the only family each other has left and there isn’t anything Lucas won’t do to protect that bond.

Quinn Dawson knows a thing or two about loss and family. After her parents’ death when she was a child and the passing of her grandmother only a year before, her sister and daughter are all she has left and nothing is more important to her.


When a truck runs a red light, it brings Quinn and Lucas together and for the first time in his life, Lucas considers a whole new meaning of the word family but nothing is as simple as it seems.


A chance meeting tears open old wounds and thrusts Quinn and Lucas into turmoil, bigger than either of them have ever known.


Can they survive the scars of the past or will they both lose the only family they have left?

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A.M. Myers currently lives in beautiful Charleston, South Carolina with her husband and their two children. She has been writing since the moment she learned how to and even had a poem published in the sixth grade but the idea of writing an entire book always seemed like a daunting task until this story got stuck in her head and just wouldn’t leave her alone. And now, she can’t imagine ever stopping. A.M. writes gripping romantic suspense novels that will have you on the edge of your seat until the end.

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The Real You

The Real You
Only You Book 1
by RM Alexander
Genre: Romantic Suspense
“Movie Star Romance on a whole other level!”

Reeling from a nasty divorce, Paige Reed wants to move forward, and leave the

past where it belongs – behind her. A spontaneous decision leads her

to a location set for a movie where she meets sexy Hollywood insider,

Kellen Richards.

Kellen’s southern charm sweeps Paige off her feet, despite the hungry

paparazzi watching in the background. But when a tragedy proves to be

anything but accidental, he vows to protect Paige with every resource

at his beck and call.

While Paige fights to find her place in his world, Kellen must engage in a

lethal game of chess, their lives and blossoming love at stake.

What Readers are saying:
“Emotional roller coaster that took me along for the ride!”
“Heartbreaking yet uplifting!”

Nominated for 2017 Reader’s Choice Award

and 2018 Author Academy Award

The Determined You
Only You Book 2

Heroes paint the big screen, but a violent opponent interferes with true

love, driving one actor to prove he’s more than a script.

 

Easy-going Lil Reed is like every red-blooded female would be: excited to meet

her first Hollywood A-lister. After all, Grey Richards is the talk of

the town. And she’s the lucky one; his brother is marrying into her

family. But Lil quickly learns an age-old lesson: be careful what you

wish for. Grey is nothing like the charismatic and charming

characters he portrays. This heartthrob is surly, arrogant, and

completely closed off.

With no patience for gossip-reading fan girls, Grey is far from interested

in the youngest Reed sister. And a guy like Grey would never date

outside the elite Hollywood circles. That would be career suicide.

However, when there’s a threat against the Reed sisters, Grey feels compelled

to protect the spunky and adorable woman who somehow wiggled her way

into his heart. With danger closing in, Grey must save the sisters

and prove to Lil that there’s more behind the glamour and glitz. But

will she ignore the fake tabloids for a chance at real love?

The Perfect You
Only You Book 3

When Texas oil mixes with Hollywood wine, love must prove it’s thicker

than blood before a murderous adversary calls checkmate.

Determined to prove herself, Trinity Richards goes against her family’s wishes

and finally makes the move to Los Angeles. Knowing her brothers

monitor every move gives Trinity the courage to fulfill her dreams.

But now, her brothers’ enemies have a new target: Her.

Finding solace at the bottom of a bottle, Tim Rhodes is still struggling with

his wife’s death. Encountering the beautiful and assertive Trinity

puts him on edge. After all, he has no intentions of ever falling in

love again. Love only breeds pain–and too much of it. The last thing

he needs is another woman in his life.

When Trinity’s life is threatened, Tim’s torn between his past and what

could possibly be his future. Now, it’s up to him to confront his

demons and fight for the woman he wants. Can he bury his pain and

save Trinity before it’s too late?

RM Alexander is an author of romantic suspense. With driven characters

who suffer the worst kinds of betrayals, RM’s novels promise a good

read with unexpected twists and turns.

When she’s not writing, RM spends time with her husband and two children.

She loves to travel, especially to Walt Disney World, and is addicted

to orange juice and Ghiradelli chocolate. She is often found on

Twitter and Facebook chatting with other authors and readers.

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Wilde About Carson(The Brothers Wilde Series, #3) by Cate Faircloth

 

 

 

 

 

 

We have always just been friends.

Emily Rhey has been my best friend since tin-can lunches in the first grade. We have seen each other through everything; the ‘firsts’, the ‘seconds, the ‘always,’ but most importantly when everyone left, she was still there.

She’s smart, beautiful, witty–the perfect woman for any man.

Even someone like me; heir to my father’s empire, as handsome as I am rich.

Over the years, plenty have questioned us–my brothers, even my mother; but we have never crossed that line.

I never thought about it, and as far as I’m concerned, neither has she.

When grief draws us together, very close together, it changes everything…

I tell myself we are only friends…until I can decide if it is still true.

 


Carson

“I bet you a hundred bucks, you’re going to break your neck.”
“Only a hundred? Come on, is my life not worth more than that?”
“Less… I bet ten.” Dylan. Such a prick. Always has been. Always will be.
“No one is going to die. It’s only a ten-foot drop. Easy,” Fletcher adds in.
“Yeah, but add that with the icy cold water and the angle—”
“Shut up, doc,” Grayson snipes at Jeffrey, who makes a face but accepts that we are the last people to accept his MD.
“Just get down from there, Carson,” Holden adds his pseudo patriarch voice to the conversation.
I turn to him and laugh, shaking my head at him. The motion makes me a little wobbly on the edge of the boat. I slip and catch myself with my bare feet, my jeans are the only thing protecting my body from the cold wharf air. I mock exactly what Holden says, and he makes a face, holding his hands up, one with beer and the other empty.
“Do you really want to die the night of my wedding?” Brant finally chimes in.
He has been quiet and brooding the whole time, and we haven’t even left the dock yet. All of us flocked here for his wedding this weekend to the super-hot lawyer he met only seven months ago. They swear it isn’t only for the kid she is about to have, I believe him—but I’m not a fan of insta-love. Or love in general.
“That question begs the fact that I might die, but I won’t. Are your video cameras out?” I stare down at the water calmly thrashing against the edge of the boat.
I guess I shouldn’t call a hundred-foot yacht a boat. It’s more of a small house, our own little city. It has been in the family since I was little and looked at it like a small city. Now it’s yet another thing I have grown used to in this fine life we live. Thanks for all the hard work, Dad.
“Open the bay back doors for when I get back.” I shout to my brothers. All here except Isaac, maybe I am jumping toward him. Or is that way too touchy?
I’d like to think it is, but we are all thinking the same thing. There is a reason why we drink so much when we all get together. But I haven’t had enough to make me wobbly, or regret jumping out into the water, adding a flip. The water hits me cold, and I surface back up to find my brothers looking on.
All with video cameras.
* * *
“I look like a pompous ass.” Fletcher keeps picking at his suit like it was put on unwillingly. Maybe it was.
We are all laughing at him eyeing himself in the wide mirror like he doesn’t know who he is. I get it, big football guy wearing a suit. Not comfortable.
“You look like the rest of us.” Dylan stands behind him to fix his tie. At least Cora only wanted a simple wedding. But telling my mom she can go ahead and plan everything? None of them are prepared for what she did to the house for this party.
“Yeah, unfortunately we share genes. Alec on the other hand…”
“Fuck off,” Alec chimes in from his spot in the corner of the room. He is already dressed, the calmest of us all. Not just because he has always been a silent brooder, but because he has done this before and has a first-class ticket to chill out.
“You only have to wear it for the ceremony. And nine thousand pictures,” Grayson says. He looks older every time I see him, but he is only twenty-one. It’s probably from being away at the war and all. Or are we actually fighting?
“Right. Where is Brant?” Fletcher asks.
“Barfing.”
We all laugh.
Brant never freaks out about anything. He is always cool and chill. I crack the jokes to make the awkward moments go away.
“Not like he has anything to worry about.” I tilt my neck up to fix my tie. “Rich, famous, already knocked her up. She isn’t going anywhere.”
Holden highly disagrees with a scoff. “Yeah right, have you met Cora? She wouldn’t think twice about it if she had to. That chick is the definition of spitfire.”
“She reminds you of Elizabeth?” I ask Holden. He gives me a hard glare that still gets even me to shut up. I’m not allowed to talk about the woman he makes eyes with at work. But oh, he can bother me about any and every woman I hook up with. Just because he is older, he takes the hierarchy thing too seriously.
“Look, we all need to hurry up and get to Brant’s room.” Jeffrey brings us all back to the present.
We have turned the media room into our hangout spot while chaos ensues in the rest of the house—caterers, planners, whoever it is that brings the flowers and chairs. We don’t keep many friends. Just family friends, and actual family. Mom has a bunch of siblings, nieces and nephews—our cousins. But we didn’t make nice with each and every person we came in contact with because most of the time they only wanted something from us. Wanted in on the most successful family the tri-state area has ever seen.
But I’m not butt hurt about it or anything. I have friends, my brothers and—
“Where is Emily?” Evan asks.
I make a face at him as I walk over to the wet bar for a bottle of water. Fletcher makes a signal he wants one, so I toss it to him.
“Uh, out with Mom helping set up, I think.”
“Mom really likes her. More than Mia,” Alec says.
“Not possible, Mom loves Mia. And Emily has been in the family for a long time…” I guzzle down the water suddenly thirsty as hell.
“I know.” Alec chuckles. “But is she?”
“What?”
“Like family?”
My brothers all stop what they’re doing to make the room comically silent and stare me down until I answer. I hate them all. Of course, not literally. But every chance they get, they want to irritate me about this whole ‘best friend’ thing. Guys can have female best friends, and it doesn’t mean anything other than having a person, someone besides my idiot brothers.
I smile and laugh without humor.
“Don’t we have a wedding to get to?”
With more protests and denials, we pile out to find Brant in the pool house where he is supposed to be. He looks good, his bridal suit kind of matches ours, made more fancy by the tail end. I honestly never took him for the marriage type—maybe it is the rock-star thing. But now that I see it, I don’t question it, not since I saw him with Cora for the first time. It was the same with Alec and Mia, something about them is different…
“Imagining it’s you up there?”
I turn to Emily. She has her sneaky smile on. She’s got many smiles. I guess I would know since she is my best friend. What I didn’t know is how well she could clean up. Maybe it’s just been a while, but… she does look amazing.
“Hell no,” I whisper back.
She giggles softly and leans away from my ear. I would be up there with all my other brothers, but just like last time, we can’t all fit. Besides, Brant already decided on it. He doesn’t want anyone messing up the photo so it’s just him and his best man, good ol’ Holden.
“She is so pretty.” Emily sighs and leans her head on my shoulder.
The minister hasn’t been going that long, but I can tell it might get wordy. Brant likes that kind of stuff, and Cora humors him after she argues enough. It’s their thing.
“And she doesn’t even look pregnant. Well, that’s how I look after a meal of spaghetti.”
I chuckle softly at her, no one notices we are entertaining ourselves.
“You look great,” I whisper back. I feel her shrug like ‘okay.’
But I mean it. She has this tan dress on, side straps and a V-neckline low enough to remind me how sexy she really is. Sometimes I forget, especially when we spent our teen years together and saw each other through acne and braces. It’s long, I don’t see her legs crossed under the layered fabric of it. I know that’s how she sits though, always has.
“You look dapper.”
“You see me wear a suit every day.” I smirk down at her.
We work together at my dad’s company. I still call it that even though it has been almost a year since his passing, and Holden is well past running it on his own. Emily is an executive associate in international relations which just means she is one step away from running the whole team. Me, I’m COO because I know how to keep things in check—also studied business management at Yale with Emily. I went to college as a showpiece because I hated it, and when Dad passed, I officially took over as COO, and Evan moved to CTO so he wouldn’t have to manage both roles himself. We’re better at each position, respectively.
“Not like this.”
“You have the hots for me?” I lean down to whisper in her ear. Then she flashes me her goofy smile that I return.
“Shut up. Watch your brother get married.”
“It’s no different from the last time,” I murmur.
But I get my camera out when they start to exchange rings. I have an obligation to keep everyone updated.
“No way,” I say to myself when Brant starts crying at the end.
I look at Fletcher, and he frowns because he owes me some money since we bet on it. I bet he would cry, he said no way. How about that?
The lot of us hound Brant at the end. We are all super happy for him and Cora. Plus, the little one on the way. Alec has had his own share of it too, with Mia about the same amount of time along with their kid. Cora’s brother, Damien, is quite the socialite, talking up a few of our younger cousins. I guess they’re around his age. It’s nice to know that all facets of our family easily mesh together.
All but two now. Dad would be proud, and I don’t know if Isaac could care less.
“Let’s dance.” Emily stands and tugs me with her.
“I would rather eat these samplers.” I pick at one of my quiches.
But then she makes her face—the ‘please’ face. That face made me take a Pilates class with her, and I still have a wedgie.
“Ugh, fine. None of the Milly Rock stuff, though.” I follow her out to the designated dance area.
“Just because you can’t do it doesn’t mean you can knock it.” She laughs.
Most of the kids have found their own corner, the adults in another. Mom is sitting with Mia who is nursing her small belly. Mom is ecstatic about all the grandkids coming along. I’m sure she has plans in her head already.
The music is too slow for anything but goofy swaying. Our hands interlocked, moving back and forth while Emily laughs. She loves laughing at everything, and it is just part of who she is. Happy, loving, carefree, my twelfth favorite person in the entire world—right after my brothers and Mom.
“You learned new moves,” I shout to her.
Brant has taken the night off—no singing from him. But he did mention something about serenading Cora, and that would be the only singing he does over his honeymoon. Nothing like the heart-tugging first dance between them.
“I club a lot.” She giggles.
I shake my head at her and wrestle her into a dramatic dip. Her laugh shoots through my ears and makes me follow suit.
“How many more can you take?” I ask her as she doesn’t let me leave once again.
“What? You tired?” She comes closer and grabs my arms trying to make me hit the whip.
I smile down at her taking in the light of her dark green eyes and glowing sheen all over her dancing body. Was she always this pretty? I guess that isn’t the question at hand. Emily has a senseless beauty that grew like a flower, morphed with her soul in a fast, blinding moment. The soft roundness of her eyes frames her face over her button nose and small, set lips, her rounded face matches the rest of her sinuous body. I blink, she asked me something…
“Hell yeah, I’m tired.”
“Keep up with me, and I’ll buy you a milkshake after.”
“Can’t we ditch the wedding now?” I whine.
“We haven’t had cake yet. I never leave without cake.”


 

 

 

I have been a romantic all my life; in books, movies, television, and anything that brings happiness into the world. Though I love reading and avoiding daily responsibilities, I am also an undergraduate at the University of Iowa, a flag ship university for writing and creative freedom. I love connecting with all my readers, and sharing the stories that dance around in my head.

 

 

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Twisted Lies 4 (Dirty Secrets)

Title: Twisted Lies 4 (Dirty Secrets)
Author: Sedona Venez
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Suspense
Publication Date: September 19th, 2018
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Blurb:
From USA Today bestselling author Sedona Venez comes an edge-of-your-seat captivating, heart-wrenching, romantic suspense.
I knew he was evil, lust, and darkness personified.
He should have terrified me, but he didn’t because I was just as messed up in the head as he was.
I was a spider trapped in his web.
I didn’t have it all figured out.
What I did know was Core was no Prince Charming, and I, for damn sure, wasn’t a princess.
There would be no fairy-tale ending for us.
It would be hard work, and more importantly, it would be real.
Life couldn’t be all about tiaras and knights riding in to save the day.
This was my give.
This was his take.
And there was no going back.
Till death do us part…
Twisted Lies 4 is the last book in a suspenseful and sexy contemporary romance Dirty Secrets Series by author Sedona Venez. A steamy romp of twists and shocking turns, readers will fall in love one last time with the ending of the popular and highly anticipated Twisted Lies serial.

 

USA TODAY Bestselling Author Sedona Venez lives in New York City with her hot ex-military hubby–hooah–and their fur babies. She loves writing sizzling, sexy intricate stories about strong but broken characters who push limits, overcome their fears, and risk it all for love.
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Chapter 1 – TWISTED LIES 4
Excerpt for Twisted Lies 4 - Sedona Venez.
Copyright (c) 2018 All Rights Reserved
Shape
Core kept his answer short. “I’m all yours. If you’re all mine.”
My breath caught in my throat as I blinked hard. His words gave me goose bumps, stirring a longing in me I hadn’t known existed until now. For a moment, I wondered what it would be like to be loved, adored, and worshiped by a man like Core, but I quickly dismissed the dumb thought.
Without thinking, I blurted out, “Until?”
He eased back, eyeing me. “That’s up to you, Sin.”
He was right. How far this shit went between us was completely up to me. I was in control…and I planned on keeping it. That’s why I had to get out of there.
“I always trust my gut.” I bit my bottom lip. My fingers itched to trail across the all-seeing eye tattoo etched into the skin of his neck, but then I caught myself. Tenderness was not something I embraced. I fucked men and then disconnected. But that was B.C.—Before Core. Now, here I was breaking all the rules with the one man I shouldn’t.
No. I will not give in to him.
He reached forward, threading his fingers through my hair. “And what is your gut telling you about me?” 
“Run because you’re nothing but trouble.” It was the damn truth. Yes. I was very attracted to him. Yes. I wanted him like no other man I’d ever met. And, yes, he scared the living shit out of me because of all of the above. Core was an itch I couldn’t stop scratching. He was a man who, no matter how much I wanted to walk away from, I just couldn’t muster up the strength to do that—run.