Love is the deadliest enemy of all.
Convicted murderer Denim Hart swears he didn’t kill one of the most notorious gang leaders in Boston. When he’s released, his first order of business is to clear his name. But he has no clue where to begin. The only witness who could help him disappeared before his trial began.
He might not need the witness when the FBI offers him a deal to expunge his record in exchange for his help. But Denim isn’t a snitch, and no way is he interested in helping The Feds take down his older brother. No matter how many times Denim tells them no, he’s caught in the middle with no way out.
Yet, the FBI is the least of his worries. There’s a contract out on his head. Now, his plan to reconnect with the woman who tortured his dreams for the last eight years is thwarted. Under no circumstances can he let her back into his life. Not until it’s safe.
If Jade Kelly doesn’t find a job soon, her next home will be in some dark alley in Boston. It’s critical she doesn’t screw up her interview with one of the most prestigious law firms in the city. Getting the job might be easy, but keeping it quite another, especially when she learns her potential boss, Kelton Maxwell, is representing the one man she never expected to see again—the one man who walked away from her in high school. The same man who’s incarcerated for murder.
As soon as Denim reappears in Jade’s life, she’s unsure if she should run for the hills or run straight into his arms. She could never resist his seductive charm, and she quickly learns it’s not his sexy ass she needs to run from, but the dangerous gang leader who wants her dead.
Hart of Vengeance is a standalone second chance romance. If you love nail-biting suspense, family drama, a bad-boy hero, a story with twists and turns, and set on the dark streets of Boston, then you’ll love Denim and Jade’s HEA story.
This book is suited for mature audiences.
Kelton Maxwell’s jaw dropped to the table when he saw me. But mine hit the fucking floor when my gaze rounded to the woman sitting next to him. Her silky black hair hung wild and free, and her shiny emerald-green eyes stared back at me. Her round tits appeared bigger than I remembered, and those lips were made to tempt any man, gay or straight.
Her red lips curled slightly, making my knees buckle.
What is Jade Kelly doing here?
My high school days came roaring back with a vengeance. The blood rushed south like a river swollen after a violent storm, causing my dick to throb.
Farley practically pushed me toward the table. “Sit your ass down.”
That was probably a good idea since my dick was growing. I stumbled to the lone chair, not taking my eyes off Jade. My heart punched my ribs as hard as Costa had rammed his fists into my face and gut.
“What happened to you?” Kelton’s voice was deep and commanding, but not enough to make me take my eyes off Jade, who looked everywhere but at me.
A halo shined around her, or maybe it was the light spilling in from the window. Either way, she was an angel. My angel. I’d often lain in my bunk at night, thinking of her, wondering if she was married, had kids, and if she still hated me.
I would give anything to know what was going through her head. The last time I’d seen her was a year before I’d gotten arrested. She’d been walking into a restaurant with her friend Mallory in Roxbury. I’d been in the area, making a drop to a client. I’d almost stopped to say hi, but she had seemed happy, and I couldn’t shit on her happiness.
Kelton snapped his fingers. “Did you hear me? When did you get into a fight? And why didn’t you tell me?”
Jade stared at her blank notepad as her mouthwatering chest rose and fell, drawing my attention to her voluptuous breasts.
I dropped into the chair, but my brain wandered down memory lane, flashing through times when she and I had been naked.
Getting laid would be icing on a bare cake. I had a strong urge to kick Kelton out of the room until I could fuck Jade senseless.
“You’re not listening.” Kelton tried to get my attention for the third time.
Jade lifted her head and peeked at me through her long lashes. Desire flashed in her bright emerald orbs.
My dick jerked as I swallowed the sand coating the back of my throat.
“Farley, we’re good,” Kelton said.
No, we weren’t. I wasn’t. With Jade in the room, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate.
There goes my parole hearing.
I mentally shook off images of my girl naked. If I couldn’t get those thoughts out of my head, I would jack off and not care that Kelton and Jade were watching me.
Kelton cleared his throat. “Let’s start again. What happened to you? This will not look good at your parole hearing on Friday.”
The connection between Jade and me snapped. “Why did the parole board postpone?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kelton said. “It’s in three days, and I’m worried about your appearance.”
“I’ll borrow some makeup from one of the gumps.”
A crease formed in between Jade’s eyebrows. The woman was in for a treat if she wanted to hear about the gay men in prison. But she didn’t need to hear about any of that. She was too pure and innocent.
“Denim.” Kelton’s voice hardened. “How do you expect to display good behavior when your face looks like you ran into an eighteen-wheeler? Is any of this going on your record? Again, why didn’t you inform me?”
I interlocked my fingers in front of me. “No. The warden gave me a pass. And what could you have done if you knew? Besides, I’m healing. You should’ve seen me two weeks ago.”
Jade fidgeted with her pen.
The butterflies inside my stomach were having a fucking party.
“So she works for you?” I asked Kelton.
Jade narrowed her eyes in my direction. Her ball-squeezing emerald eyes penetrated me as if she were trying to take a peek into my black soul. “I have a name.” Her knuckles were white as her delicate fingers clenched her pen.
I’d always loved when she got feisty. Her cute nose twitched, and for some reason that drove me insane with wanting to rip off her clothes.
“Since when do you like the law?” I asked Jade. “I thought you wanted to be a teacher?” She’d talked nonstop about teaching elementary school one day.
Kelton opened his leather binder. “We don’t have time for reminiscing. Save that for if you get parole.”
Jade swallowed, her throat working as she poised her pen over paper.
Please write me a love note like you used to do in high school. I’d always gotten off when she slipped me a note in class, particularly when she’d scribbled the words “I want to fuck you.”
Grateful for the barrier of the table, I lowered my cuffed hands to my lap and adjusted my rock-hard cock.
“Dillon will be at your hearing,” Kelton started. “You’re allowed a family member to speak on your behalf. The board will ask you questions like why you think you should be paroled. Do you have living arrangements? How will you manage challenges? What does your future look like? Are you ready to answer those questions?”
After seeing Jade for the first time in years, I was ready to blow this pop stand because, suddenly, I had a newfound goal in mind. Get out. Track down Jade. Rekindle our relationship.
Copyright 2020: S.B. Alexander
Bestselling author S.B. Alexander writes young adult and new adult romances that span the sub-categories of coming of age, sports, paranormal, suspense, and military fiction. Her writing is emotional, angsty, and character driven. She’s best known for The Maxwell and The Maxwell Family Saga series.
S.B. or Susan as she likes to be called is a navy veteran, former high school teacher, and former corporate sales executive. She’s a lover of sports, especially baseball, although nowadays you can find her glued to the TV during football season.
When she’s not writing, she’s a full-time caregiver to her soul mate of twenty-one years who got a bad deal in life when he was diagnosed with ALS. Her motto: “Life is too short to waste. So live every moment like it’s your last.”