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Synopsis
Where is Kiro?
He’s the lost Dragusha brother, heir to a vast mafia empire—brilliant, violent, and utterly savage…and he’s been missing for years.
Ann
I'm supposed to be doing simple undercover research at the Fancher Institute for the Mentally Ill & Dangerous, but I can’t keep my mind off Patient 34. He’s startlingly young and gorgeous, but it’s not just that. He’s strapped way too tightly to that bed. And there’s no name or criminal history on his chart. What are these people hiding? My reporter’s instincts are screaming.
Here's the other thing: the staffers here believe he’s so sedated that there’s not a thought in his head, but I catch him watching me when nobody’s looking. Our connection sizzles when I enter the room. When our eyes meet, I know he understands me in a way nobody else ever has.
I’m supposed to follow my editor’s orders—I have secrets, too—but everything about Patient 34 is suspicious. How can I not investigate?
Excerpt
My mouth just hangs open.
“You’re my mate. I care for you,” he says, like
that’s an explanation.
“Don’t you see how ridiculous this is?”
“You’re my mate. I care for you. You don’t like it
now, but you will.”
“I very much doubt that.”
He brings me closer. “Do you? Do you really doubt
that?”
“Really,” I say, belly melting. Fucking caveman, I tell myself.
Not into cavemen.
Softly, gently, he takes hold of my hair. He pulls
down, as if he wants my throat fully exposed to him. I shiver a little as he
presses rough lips to my tender neck. The entire surface of my body flames up
with nerve endings.
Not…into…cavemen.
I tell myself
it’s the crisp outdoor air. The exercise. The fact I forgot about the kitten.
He slides his lips over my pulse point and up, then whispers
low and rumbly into my ear, “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to catch
a nice fat fish for us down there.”
“How?”
“With my hands.”
“What are you? A bear? You can’t catch a fish with
your hands.”
“I can, Ann. Then I’ll make a fire.”
“By rubbing sticks together?” I ask inanely. Because
the rumble of his voice is doing something to my mind.
He lets my hair go. “I’ll use the lighter.” His tone
is a dirty promise. “But if we didn’t have that, I’d rub sticks together. I’m
home now. This place is mine. Everything here is mine.”
I swallow.
“Then I’ll cook it. It’ll be delicious and juicy, and
you’ll eat it.”
“O-kay,” I say sarcastically. But he has that look.
I’m paranoid, suddenly, that my body is getting aroused and leaving my mind
behind. And that he’s smelling it.
“I'm going to feed you.” My heart pounds as he slides
his hands over my arms, looking down at me, beautiful and wild with those
kissable lips. “Then I’m going to bend you over and fuck you.”
My belly drops through my shoes. “Um, excuse me?”
“You heard what I said. It’ll be best if you make
yourself ready for me.”
“What? That’s what you think will happen here?”
The savage way he looks at me is a shot through my
belly. “It’s what I know will happen.”
“And I’m going to make myself ready for you. That’s
how you think this will work.”
His voice lowers. “You’re aroused already. I feel it
on your skin. See it in your eyes. And your scent…”
Shivers come over me. “You’re dreaming.”
He puts a hand to the center of my chest and backs me
up to the tree. He takes my hand and guides it toward my crotch. I pull, trying
to reroute us, but he’s too strong. He grabs two of my fingers and moves them
for me. I hiss out a breath as everything between my legs comes alive.
A few strokes, and I could totally get off.
“Don’t resist me.”
“I get the idea. Make myself ready. I don’t need your
demo.”
He keeps on, guiding my fingers between my legs.
I gasp. “Higher.”
He moves my fingers higher, and hits a spot that gets my mind melting.
“Shit,” I breathe, closing my eyes.
“Open your eyes. Open them.”
I keep my eyes closed. There’s not much he can do
about it, being that he doesn’t have a third arm and hand.
He growls and bites my cheek. My eyes fly open.
“Better.” He continues on, getting me off. Slowly, surely, I’m about to come.
“Feel it,” he says. “This is how you’ll make yourself
ready for me.”
“For somebody who’s so sensitive about being as a
savage,” I gasp, “you’re acting like one.”
“I think you like it.” He presses me more firmly to
the tree. Bark gouges into my back as the pleasure rises between my legs. “This
is how I want you. Ready for me to take you when and where I choose.”
I’m moving my hand on my own now, angling into all
the best parts, because fuck it feels good. My breath heats up.
His breath tickles my ear. “This is how I want you
getting ready for me, for when I bend you over.”
I’m angling to hit a certain spot, panting, mad with
the buildup of pleasure. This is not me, turned on by a caveman like this. Mind
and body taken over by a possessive brute.
His breath is velvet on my cheek.
“There’s nowhere you can hide from me. No part of you can hide from me.”
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Dark Mafia Prince
They destroyed his family, stole his kingdom, hunted him to the ends of the earth.
Now the beautiful prince is back as a dark killer, ready to take everything.
And it starts with her.
Aleksio
Don’t look at me like that. So trusting.
Like you think I’m not a monster.
Like I won’t wrap your hair in my fist and bend you to my will.
Like I won’t sacrifice you, piece by bloody piece, to save my brother.
I’m the most dangerous enemy you’ll ever have.
Because every time you look at me, you see somebody good. That friend who died.
And when you look at me like that, I die again.
Mira
I spent years making myself invisible. A good girl, apart from the noise.
Then you returned, beautiful and deadly in your Armani suit.
Don’t look at me like you still know me, you say.
But I remember your smile. And I remember those sunny days.
Before they lowered your small casket into the ground.
Before they told us the prince was dead.
Wicked Mafia Prince
Who is the nun who never shows her face?She’s trapped in twisted brothel, stuck behind a webcam…or is she? Viktor doesn’t need to see this mysterious nun’s face to know she’s the woman he once loved…the assassin he once killed.
Viktor
You were the love of my life, beautiful and deadly.
Then you betrayed our mafiya family—the only family either of us ever knew.
Heartbroken, I did the honor killing. I threw you off a cliff.
When I learned you were innocent, it ripped me apart.
Now, years later—somehow, impossibly—there you are, alive.
The nun who never shows her face, trapped on the other side of a computer screen.
How can it be? My brothers think I’m obsessed. Imagining ghosts. But I’ll always know you. And I’m coming for you.
Author Bio
Annika Martin is a NYT bestselling author who enjoys writing dirty stories about dangerous criminals! She loves helping animals and kicking snow clumps off the bottom of cars around the streets of Minneapolis, and in her spare time she writes as the RITA award-winning author Carolyn Crane.
Annika Martin is a NYT bestselling author who enjoys writing dirty stories about dangerous criminals! She loves helping animals and kicking snow clumps off the bottom of cars around the streets of Minneapolis, and in her spare time she writes as the RITA award-winning author Carolyn Crane.
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