This book #7 in my Dark Desires series. This is the final book planned for this series. Please enjoy it, leave a review.

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Hot For Her Ex-Con

Preview:

I’m supposed to be free.

Served my time, seen enough cement walls and steel doors to know how much I prefer the difference.

But being out? Being ‘free’? I dunno… not as easy as it looks when you’ve been locked out of it for so long.

I feel imprisoned by something else now. The need to find and kill the one who put me there.

Restore the balance. Payback.

Whatever I want to call it, Trap’s been front and center of my thinking for eight long years.

Nothing and no one can stop me from taking my revenge, or so I thought.

It’s a girl. Of course, it is. But one I’ve never even met, not yet, anyway.

It’s not until I’m almost on a bus out of town that it hits me.

Whoever was in the room I rented before me is the only thing that’s been keeping me glued together. Every second without her is like torture.

Killing Trap will have to wait. And I’ll just have to run the risk of him finding me first.

I need her room… Her things…

Her smell.

And f*ck anyone who’ll try to stop me.

Fresh out of prison and the only thing on my mind is revenge.

Summers going to pay for her betrayal. It doesnt matter that were supposed to be family. Her lies cut me deep, but my blade cuts deeper. She will discover that power like mine can reach her wherever she tries to hide.

My obsession with making her answer for her actions pulls her out of the boring life shes been living—the life shes using to hide from me.

When I take over the dealership shes working at, its clear that I turn her world upside down. Shes no longer the youngest, successful, beautiful sales manager able to bend others to her will. Shes mine. Mine to bend, break, and carve until Ive punished her enough.

My plans go off the rails when a threat from our past follows me to her doorstep. Its going to take extreme measures to show everyone that Summer belongs to me. The target of my revenge shifts as I help Summer stand up for herself.

Ill do whatever it takes to protect her, even if that means falling for her lands me back behind bars.

Whitney ruined my academic reputation with one stupid remark.

Now, I'm going to make her pay.

Reputations mean everything as we move through our college years, and Whitney makes sure that mine, as a cheater, sticks. It's only right that on a night I see an asshole put something in her drink, I take advantage of the situation.

However, the tables turn suddenly when I'm armed with videos to blackmail her for decades to come.

Whitney must submit to my every wish and desire or risk me making her life even worse than the hell she's already living.

Forcing her to be my girlfriend is the cherry on top, and she has to do what I say. The more time we spend together, the more secrets I learn about her. Exposing Whitney, however, exposes a side of me I didn't realize was hidden beneath my hatred.

Is it possible to care about someone you can't stand?

Is it possible to fall for a woman you want to see burn at the stake?

Is it possible that what she's taken from me can never be returned?

We can't go back to the way things were. We're falling in deep and falling fast. There's a thin line between passion and anger, and we skirt that line every time we're together.

A video confession is all it takes to make her submit.

But Whitney's going to need way more than blackmail to make her mine.

I can feel him watching me. Always.It should scare me, shouldn't it?

Having an ever-watchful eye over everything I do.

A powerful man, a terrifying man, keeping me locked in his sights.

But it doesn't. Instead of fear, I'm excited.

I want those eyes, hands, everything over me. Following me.

Taking pieces of me I'm more than willing to give.

Marking me. Branding me as his and only his.

I want my Mafia king, Luca Palermo.

And I want him now.

When I take over teaching an English class, the last thing I expect is to have my stamina tested. Sheer willpower isnt enough to stop me from fantasizing about the most beautiful student to prop her perfect body on my desk.

Madisons blue eyes and bombshell frame test my patience and morality.

While falling for my high school student isnt in the lesson plan, she makes sure I earn a passing grade for passion. She brings out a side of me that makes me want to study her curves and learn our own language of love.

I just hope we dont get caught in the act.

A scandal is the last thing either of us needs, but we cant deny the immediate attraction between us. Pushing Madison to be a better student requires more than administrative motivation. She teaches me things about her while I teach her a few lessons about the world.

Whats happening between us cant be studied.

Madisons future hinges upon her graduation, and her future with me hinges on no one else discovering the love between us.

The passion crashing over us cant be stopped.

A simple taxi ride turns into a felony that leaves me face down on the ground and with a loss of 30,000 dollars worth of designer watches. The drivers in on it, and the owner of the company is going to pay one way or another.

Its a shame when the sins of the father are paid for through their children, or in this case, the extremely beautiful Gemma.

Shes gorgeous, feisty, and even better?

Shes mine.

A few minutes alone on a quiet street lands Gemma as my captive, held until whats rightfully mine is returned to me. The only problem is promising to keep my hands off her. Theres something about her that turns me on, and the way I own her body, the way she craves my touch…who am I to turn down what she doesnt have the guts to ask for?

I take what belongs to me, and Gemma is no exception.

Shell always be mine.

Even after my stolen goods find their way back to me, I cant help but find my way back to her. Love finds a way to surprise you, but breaking into the woman you loves apartment?

Its even better than breaking into her heart.

I just hope Gemma sees it that way too.

As a sought-after soccer coach, I have a reputation for being strict, serious, and the best at whipping a team into shape.

On my first day working at Crestview College, the captain of the women's soccer team, Iris Reed, turns up late. I need to show the team that I won't put up with any slack, so I hold her back to run drills until she learns her lesson.

But Iris isn't just another player.

She's in a league of her own.

She gets under my skin, draws me in in a way nobody else ever has.

From that first day, it's clear to me.

She's not just a player I have to coach.

She's mine.

We can't stay away from each other, and she brings out a possessive side of me I didn't even know existed.

But will our relationship put my job and her dream of going pro when she graduates in danger?

STEPHANIE

Someone's going to kill me.

The problem, though, is that the man hired to do it happens to be just what I need for a different problem. Dying can wait.

I will not die a virgin.

I'd die of embarrassment over anything else he has planned for me. But the idea of an up-and-coming senator cut down in her prime before she even… Well. It's not what I want to be remembered for, put it that way.

Daddy's put so much time and effort into making sure I'll be the next senator in our family to take his place. The pure-as-driven-snow angle has worked well for me so far, but it evaporates into white-hot steam when I'm face-to-face with my killer.

He's just what I always dreamed a real man should be…

…and definitely a man worthy of stamping my V card.

Minus the killing me part, of course.

But somehow, even though we just met, I know he won't do it—kill me, I mean.

I can see it in his eyes. I know I'll be way more useful to him alive than dead.

For both our sakes.

But if he really, really has to kill me, surely he'd grant a dying girl one last wish.

Wouldn't he?

LOGAN

My military careers over. Has been for years, officially.

The government, or certain darker parts of it, still has plenty of work for men like me, ghost missions that pay way better than the military ever did.

It was the only thing left after official brass made it clear I was certainly expendable when they slaughtered my whole platoon.

The ambush in Africa that took my brother Jase, the only family I ever really had.

My final assignment: take out an up-and-coming senator.

Quietly.

Although I have no scruples initially, the planned assassination of a US citizen let alone a wealthy heiress senator on home soil has set up printed all over it.

But once I have my own intel on the target, once I see her in the flesh…

Its clear what I need to do. And it isnt following orders.

Money buys a lot, but it cant buy her safety forever.

Unless she has her own private mercenary, full-time.

The kind who puts a ring on her finger and his baby in her belly.

If someone told me that the only one who could break my writer's block was my student, I would've sought her a long time ago.

Grace.

Beautiful, sexy, smart, and sassy—all the things I never thought I wanted.

When she steps into the classroom on the first day of class, I feel the floor give way from underneath me.

This can't be real. She can't be real.

But she is, and when I realize that the sudden, intense feeling I have isn't one way, I throw caution to the wind, putting everything on the line—my job, her scholarship, our reputations.

The thing is, it's hard to give a fuck about myself anymore. As long as she's mine and she has everything she wants and needs, I'm good.

What can I say? I'd give my own life to make her happy.

Without her, nothing means anything to me.

Fired, breaking and entering, followed up with mutual felonies.

How the hell does my boss get off firing me for not performing my duties?

She will learn that I perform very well under the most dire of circumstances, including when she catches me rifling through her desk after hours. Theres no telling what Natalie will do, but I know what she cant do — run! From the minute she tells me no, theres no turning back.

Natalie belongs to me. Her body, her pleasure, her climax—its all mine.

The thing I never see coming is Natalies payback.

A few thousand volts of electricity coursing through my body has nothing on the sparks flying between us. The way Im floating on a cloud has me higher than an elephant on drugs, and my Naughty Natalie is to thank for that.

Who knew what this intense attraction could ignite out of denial?

Fighting each other comes along with fighting the budding romance between us. The age gap doesnt matter. Her being my ex-boss no longer matters.

Im determined to show Natalie how much we need to be together.

Im not going to let something as trivial as the word ‘no' stand in my way.