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Total pages in book: 32
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From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster comes a fast-paced, dark, hot, instalove standalone lunchtime read from their KKinky Reads collection! I meet many women in my line of work. Play many roles and create elaborate scenes specific to satisfying their darkest desires. Making fantasy a reality is what I do. And I do it well. But nothing could have prepared me for her. Timid, beautiful, broken Quinn Washington. She came to me with a specific fantasy. One that needed extreme caution. Dangerous and forbidden. Indulging in fantasies can heal you from the darkness of reality. As I stripped back her layers, I found more than either of us bargained for. She wants something only I can give. And there’s no way in hell I’ll deny her of it. This is a steamy but dark, kinky romance! A perfect combination of dark and sexy you can devour in one sitting! You'll get a happy ending that'll make you swoon!
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Prologue

The past…

Music rattles the frat house hosting tonight’s party. Laughter and off-key singing echoes through the room. Sweat and alcohol cling to the stuffy air as bodies gyrate against each other. Same shit, different night. I hate that I even agreed to come. I should be home studying for my test coming up this week.

Swirling warm beer in the cup I’ve been nursing for the last hour, I close my eyes and down the contents, almost gagging from the taste. Tonight isn’t really my scene, but I promised my roommate I’d make an effort. She’s a typical college party girl, making her way through every jock asshole on campus. I’ve never had a thing for people my own age or the party scene. My tastes are geared toward the more mature male, and my fantasies, if spoken aloud, would be frowned upon, so I keep them to myself and live in my little bubble.

Pushing through the crowd, I enter the kitchen to seek out something to snack on. My stomach is eating itself from the inside out. I haven’t eaten since the soggy, brown banana I had this morning. We seriously need groceries. I could be late-night shopping to stock our cabinets instead of sitting at this lame party.

No such luck.

I flip the lids of pizza boxes left on the counter, finding half-eaten crusts soaked in beer. My nose wrinkles in disgust. I’d rather starve.

My body jerks forward when I’m jostled from behind. My breath flees my lungs as the planes of a warm, hard body encompass mine, pushing me into the countertop and trapping me. The scent of a male invades my nostrils, making my heart race. Before I can react, the heat is replaced with cool air as the weight lifts, freeing me. Embarrassment flares inside me. For a spilt second, pleasure rippled through me at the possibility of what could be happening.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else. I’m so sorry,” a guy gasps, holding his hands up in surrender.

I smile weakly and shrug my shoulders. “It’s fine.” I wave him off as his girlfriend or playmate appears, grabbing his wrist and dragging him away.

My desire flared, wild and free within me, at the small sliver of fantasy slipping into reality. I’ve always dreamed of being taken by a powerful sex-fiend, pinned and needed in such a passionate, desperate way. He’s rough and eager, taking me and making me his—marking me, owning me.

“Quinn, you okay? You look flushed. Are you drunk?” Amy breathes, entering the room, her mouth open, eyes wide for effect. Ever the animated drama queen.

“No way Quinny would let herself lose control and actually have fun,” Rocko the Cocko snarks.

I fucking hate that dick. He hates me too. Doesn’t like that Amy has a friend who doesn’t want to jump his bones. He thinks he’s the shit because his older brother just opened some sex club in town. It’s supposed to be under the radar, exclusive, members-only. Rocko has a big mouth.

“I have fun,” I say, crossing my arms and glaring at them both.

“Prove it.” He smirks, handing me half a bottle of Jack Daniels.

I don’t need to prove anything to this jerk.

“You promised you’d be fun Quinn, not mom Quinn,” Amy comments, batting her lashes at me.

Mom Quinn is responsible Quinn, who has to be that way because there’s only one version of Amy. Fun Amy. No in between. Rolling my eyes, I snatch the bottle and gulp down three big swigs to their lame cheering. Swiping my lips, I cringe a little from the burn down my throat and tingle on my tongue. When Amy snatches the bottle and drinks, I try to grab it back.

“You’re designated driver for once,” I growl through gritted teeth. She promised.

“She’s already done shots and played beer pong,” Rocko snorts. “Find me when you’re ready to leave, and I’ll walk you both.”

“Oh, our hero.” I gag. “We can make it a few blocks.”

“Suit yourself. Don’t bitch me out if you’re mugged.”

“What? Are they going to rob her of the whole three bucks she has to her name?” Amy cackles. Bitch. I have two hundred and three dollars actually. Enough to get some groceries I won’t be sharing with her drunk ass.

“Hopefully they take her attitude and her three bucks,” Rocko jokes.

“Eat shit,” I deadpan, holding up my middle finger.

“I’ve got better things to be eating.” He grins, grabbing Amy and nuzzling her neck.

Gross. When did they start this shit up again?

“Amy, you ready to go?” I pout.

“Just give me thirty more minutes.” She giggles as Rocko scoops her up, tossing her over his shoulder and slapping her ass.

“Make that an hour.” He winks.

“That’s ambitious. You going to watch a movie after?” I bite out. But he’s already leaving, offering me the finger over his shoulder.

Ugh. The buzz from the Jack mixed with the warm beer swirls in my gut. I think I’m going to throw up. I should have eaten before I came out. Pushing through the people gathered in the hall, I make it out the front door and swallow at the air, easing the queasy feeling.

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From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster comes a fast-paced, hot, MM instalove standalone lunchtime read from their KKinky Reads collection! I got my dream from a young age. The lead singer of one of the most popular bands in the world—Berlin Scandal. I’m a rock god. But underneath the façade of living the dream is dark secret consuming me. Angry lyrics and a brooding attitude propelled my career. Getting wasted and lashing out behind the scenes could be my downfall. I’m spiraling and don’t know how to stop the descent. Now my record label has issued me a babysitter. Blaine Mannford, a hardass detective with a dark thirst. And he’s looking at me like I can quench it. He’s not my type in more ways than one. Bossy. Forceful. Firm. A man. I don’t like cops and I don’t like him. Unfortunately, he likes it when I fight him—enjoys punishing me how he sees fit. I’m screwed up in the head, because I’m a willing player in his dirty game. I want him to hurt me. This is a steamy, kinky romance with a small amount of BDSM themes sure to make you blush! A perfect combination of sexy and intense you can devour in one sitting! You'll get a happy ending that'll make you swoon!
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Sweat drips from our overheated skin, the movements between us like a dance—skilled, fluid, powerful. Each thrust finds purchase, creating a game of stamina, strength, dominance. In sync, heavy breathing echoes through the room.

I need this release, this outlet. We lost an officer today—killed in the line of duty. My head clears with each beat of my racing heart. It’s just the two of us. I give, he takes. I pound, pushing my body forward in powerful strokes.

“That’s good,” he tells me. “More.”

I give him more—bam, bam, bam. He falters, feet stumbling backward. I drop my hands, gulping down some air. Bruises blossom on my partner’s cheek, just as I know they are on my jaw. Sparring has become a tradition of sorts for us. Whenever the job gets bad, we come to the gym to beat the shit outta each other until we bleed out the ugly.

“You done?” I pull my gloves off and pat his back.

He answers by swiping at his lip and nodding.

“Drinks?” I ask, hoping he says no. I want to find myself a nice ass to sink into.

“Nah, Jess is cooking. You’re welcome to come to dinner.”

“Pass. I’ve had your wife’s cooking before. Spent two days married to the toilet.”

“I’ll tell her you said that.” He chuckles.

Showering and changing, I check the mirror for cuts, sealing one on my brow with some tape before heading out.

The bar is hopping. Fridays nights are always busy. I like the noise that fills my head.

I flag down the bartender and order a couple chasers and a beer, checking my phone while I wait. I fire off a text to Ronan, and his brother, Ren, to ask if they are coming in tonight. This place is owned by Ronan’s girl, and she likes to make appearances to keep the crowds piling in. Sofina is a famous name these days, after Ronan, my best friend and label owner, launched her career. I get fast replies from them both. Ronan’s working, and Ren sends a pic from inside Hush, a sex club our friend owns.

Ren: Got plans ;)

“What are you smiling about?” a masculine voice croons, the owner of said voice sidling up to me and tipping his beer to my phone.

I recognize him from here. He’s looked my way on more than one occasion, but never dared to approach me. I usually like to do the hunting, but tonight, I just want to fuck and sleep, so I drink the chasers the bartender places down and lift my chin to him.

“I was smiling at the thoughts running through my head of the ways I could destroy you,” I challenge, a smirk playing at my lips.

He gulps, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s tall and has a sturdy frame with toned muscles. Smooth features, a sweet, appealing face with shaggy brown hair—the surfer type. If I had to guess, I’d say early twenties. I like them young.

“Is that a promise or a challenge?” he asks, licking his lips.

“It was a warning.” I grin. “Grab your coat.”

We’ve been back at my place for five fucking minutes, and he’s already irritating me by trying to top from the damn bottom.

“You wanna suck my dick?” he asks, rubbing his hand down the bulge in his jeans.

I narrow my eyes. “Have you earned my lips on your cock? Get fucking naked,” I bark.

He’s just about to drop his jeans when music blasts from his pocket. Familiar fucking music. I groan.

“Please tell me that’s not your ringtone,” I grunt.

He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, looking sheepish, his cheeks flushed. “Berlin Scandal. I fucking love them. You know them? Their shit is pretty catchy.” He grins, shoving his hand into his pocket to pull out his phone.

I fucking know them all right. Their lead singer is stalking my thoughts, haunting my fucking dreams. Xavi Jacobs—a mouthy, little shit who needs a firm hand to reign him in.

The boy in front of me taps over the screen, then Berlin Scandal’s latest song starts over. Xavi’s gravelly voice croons from the device, heating the air and making my dick grow.

“I have their album on Spotify,” he tells me, waving his phone. “I like to fuck to music, but I can turn it off if you want.”

Rolling my shoulders, I drop my jeans and yank my T-shirt over my head. My veins pump all the blood in my body to my dick. “No, leave it on and bend the fuck over.”

Heroin.

I won’t touch that shit with a ten-foot pole. I owe that much to Lex. It stole him from my bandmate, Owen, and me. Owen’s little brother and my best friend overdosed. He left us shredded and raw. Exposed to the public, our wounds bleeding for all to see.

Scrubbing my palm over my face, I try desperately to keep the pain locked tight in the cavernous hollow of my heart. When I’m here—with them—I don’t want them to see I die a little every fucking day without him.

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For those who like to watch

This club makes my bar look tired and dated. All the time I shot down my sister’s ideas to make the bar better, more current, and it turns out she was right. This place is packed and buzzing with a contagious energy. I never wanted that fucking bar in the first place. I know our dad left it to me because he thought he was giving me a future, but in reality, it just took the future I had planned for myself away. And now, the whole reason I even accepted the bar in the first place, is flying off to better things. With this prick sitting across from me with his fancy watch and expensive whisky. My baby sister wants to be famous and this asshole has all the means to make that happen.

“She’s too young.” My argument is weak and I know it. But I won’t let this fucking asshole take my sister without a fight. She’s all I have left. Some record exec in a fancy suit and gelled hair can’t swoop in, wave money in her face, and drag her away from me. I’ve given up everything for Sofina. Fucking everything.

I glower at Ronan Hayes—CEO of Harose Records—my fists tightening with the urge to pummel his smug face. It was already infuriating for him to invite me here in the first place. To have to tell the doorman out front of this club that I was his guest. I know he’s into those power trips and I’ll be damned if I show him one ounce of gratitude. I’m here because of one reason.

Sofina.

“To know she’s in love?” he probes, his eyes hard and calculating. “To know her own mind and make her own choices? How old were you when you fell in love?”

My chest aches at his words. Too young. Too stupid.

“It’s different.”

His nostrils flare. “Why? Because she’s your sister?” He rolls his eyes and checks his watch as though this very conversation bores him. “We’re not that different, you and I,” he continues, piercing me with his authoritative stare. “My mother died, and I had to be the man, take care of my younger brother, and step up. But you need to know. You did your job. She’s grown. She’s starting her career and her life.”

Sadness and loss roil around inside me. Mom left us when we were young. It was just me, Dad, and Sof. When Dad died, then it was just the two of us. I hate that she’ll be gone soon too. Then what happens to me? Why does everyone I fucking care about leave me?

“I don’t know who I am without her,” I admit, bowing my head and running my fingers through my hair. “She’s all I’ve got.” It’s the fucking truth. I gave up everything else to be here for her. To raise her.

“Then don’t lose her by giving ultimatums and expecting her to choose a mediocre life. It’s beneath her. She’s too talented, Lucca. Don’t darken her dreams by making her live them without you.”

Another ache in my chest. I can’t lose her. Not over this. Anger surges through me. We wouldn’t even be having this conversation if this asshole didn’t show up on his white horse thinking he needed to save her from the person who loves her the most in this world.

“Why do you care? Why did you call me here?” I demand. He must have an agenda.

“Because she misses you. I see her hurting, and it pains me to see her in distress.”

“You act like you love her.”

“I do love her.”

His words are a sucker punch to my gut. Love hurts. It hurts really fucking badly. I know because love sliced me open and left me bleeding years ago. I’m still bleeding, dammit.

“You want my approval and for me to let you have her.” That’s not going to fucking happen.

“She’s already mine, Lucca. I’m not asking for anything. I’m giving you the chance to stop being a dick and give your sister what she actually needs.”

The nerve of this prick. “And what’s that?”

“You. Your support and love.”

Our conversation is silenced when someone announces my sister’s name on the microphone, booming and loud. It cannot be ignored. Ronan has my sister, and now everyone else will too. I’m losing her. What will I do now that she doesn’t need me anymore?

Who the fuck am I without her without the burden I’ve always felt on my shoulders to run the bar, to take care of the house, to take care of her—of us?

I’m lost in my thoughts when someone sits beside me as Ronan’s guest. I glance up to a woman I’ve seen more times than I’d like to admit.

Nina.

My dick twitches in recognition.

Twilight Nina from Boondock’s—a strip joint I often frequent.

Often is an understatement. All my free time is spent watching the women there, but never able to bring myself to touch. It’s safer that way. When you finally latch on, they’ll pry themselves loose and leave you broken. I know from experience. So Nina, and all the other women at Boondock’s, get my undivided attention and wads of cash, but that’s all they’ll ever get.

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From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster, comes a steamy standalone novella from their KKinky Reads collection in early July 2019! Dreams are supposed to be encouraged. Not mine. My brother likes to keep me on a tight leash, tethered to an unexceptional life. But when Ronan Hayes walks into our family-owned bar, he opens my cage and offers me freedom. Ronan wants to give me the world. A chance to take flight and soar. He sees something special in me, and I want nothing more than to be that for him. Special. He’s my dream maker. My shot. My hope. My everything. Ronan craves to take care of me. A protector. A confidant. A provider. A lover. He wants to daddy me. And I want to let him. This is a steamy, kinky romance sure to make you blush! A perfect combination of sweet and sexy you can devour in one sitting! You'll get a happy ending that'll make you swoon! This is not a dark romance.
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Twenty Years Old…

My stomach twists as I stare down at the check Mr. Warner has written for me.

I know it will cost me twice as much to pay it back, but it’s worth it.

Mom’s insurance was insufficient. Cancer will fucking do that. It’s funny how insurance works—you pay and pay into it in the event you’ll need it one day only to be told it won’t cover what you really need. Because of the shitty system, she still needs financial help. Pride isn’t something I can afford to have right now.

Giggles float into the kitchen right before a different female from last night saunters in wearing my kid brother’s shirt.

Leaving little to the imagination, the thin fabric shows a clear outline of her tiny tits and hard nipples. Bruises and stains litter her upper thighs.

Do girls have no class these days?

Walking over to where I’m sitting, drinking a mug of coffee, she sidles up to my chair and leans her ass against the table as she looks down at me.

She smells of sex and cheap perfume.

“Mmm. Who are you?” she purrs, reaching down to steal some of my bacon from the plate in front of me.

Brat.

When I don’t reply, she takes the mug from my hand and sips it. “I’m Briana.” She grins behind the mug.

“I didn’t ask,” I grind out, taking back my coffee and putting it on the table.

“Your coffee sucks,” she chirps, nonplussed at my attitude as she walks away. “How do you drink that stuff anyway? Do you have any alcohol?”

“You lack manners,” I snap, stopping her in her tracks.

Snorting, she swings her body toward me and makes a gesture with her hands, holding them up in mock surrender, and laughs. “Ohhh, so sorry, Dad.”

My hand whips out fast, grabbing her wrist and catching her off guard.

Tugging her body toward me, I throw her skinny ass over my lap. A screech leaves her lips, but she’s too stunned to fight it. I tan her ass with the palm of my hand.

Thwap!

Thwap!

Thwap!

Shoving her to her feet, I narrow my gaze on her shocked face. Her jaw is unhinged—eyes wide. Fuck, I bet her panties are damp, too.

“Go get dressed. Tell my brother I’m leaving for the hospital. He can meet me there.”

This place reeks of misery and death.

Our mother is in her final hours of life. The battle has been long and tedious—hope given and then stripped away. Happy days are bleeding into long weeks of pain and suffering.

She was a good woman, a devoted mother. Losing her will be hard on both my brother and me. But to know she’s no longer in a toxic hold of cancer’s grasp will bring us a little peace.

I can only hope there’s somewhere better she’s going to.

“Did you spank my date?” my brother’s voice croons, humor tinting his tone as he arrives and comes to stand beside me.

“She lacked manners, Ren,” I state with a frown.

“She was a clinger. I didn’t think I was going to be able to get rid of her. Your punishment did the job for me.” He shoulder nudges me. “Thanks.” He hands me a piece of paper with a number scribbled on it.

“What’s this?”

“Her number. She asked me to give it to you.”

Scrunching the paper up, I slip it into my pocket until I find a trashcan to throw it in.

“Gee, thanks.” I grimace.

“No problem. You going in or going to stare at her through the window all day?”

I’m not ready.

“She looks peaceful,” I mutter. “I don’t want to disturb her.”

She’s left us. I can feel it.

“Did you get the money from William’s father?” he asks, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets to stop the tremor of sorrow from being visible to me.

“I did.”

“Enough?”

“Enough to pay Mom’s final bills and enough left over to start our company.”

“It’s going to be a success, Ronan,” he assures me. “It has to be.”

Offering him a tight smile, I nod in agreement. “I don’t know how to fail,” I jest to lighten the mood and it works, making him scoff.

He knows it’s true.

Failure isn’t something I can allow.

We need a win.

“It’s time, boys,” the nurse informs us.

The pit in my stomach is back in full force. I grip my brother’s shoulder, and for the last time, push open the door to Mom’s room.

Present—Twelve years later

Lighting a candle, I embrace the familiarity the scent brings and smile down at the photograph of my mother, brother, and me on a day trip to the beach before she got sick.

“Simpler times,” Ren says, nudging me as he raises his near-empty bottle. “Twelve years and I still miss her.”

I nod in agreement, words unnecessary at the moment.

Missing her will never leave us. Every year we spend this night together, lighting a candle in her memory. And every time it hurts.

“I have someone for you.” He changes the subject and walks over to plant his ass in the chair opposite my desk.

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One

They say blondes have more fun. I always thought that was true. I mean, I’m kind of an expert. Blondes really turn me the fuck on. And the one on her knees, sucking me off like it’s her job, she’s having a lot of fun. In fact, pretty much all blondes I have ever known have always had fun when it comes to me.

Except one.

As the enthusiastic blonde with her tits hanging out of her dress gags on my dick, my eyes track the unhappy blonde. The annoyed blonde. The blonde who wouldn’t know fun if it slapped her in her face with its dick. While I should look away from the scowling blonde to focus on my slobbering blonde, I can’t.

I’ve been looking at her since the day I saw her in the courtroom.

Fuck. It’s been ages. Nearly six months now. I stood on trial in front of a jury while the state attempted to prosecute me for the murder of Kate Rose.

“That thing is dangerous,” the blonde between my legs mutters breathily before licking the silver ball on the underside of my piercing. “I nearly chipped a tooth.”

I drag my eyes from the glaring blonde, who thinks she’s hiding in the shadows, to the one smiling at me. “If my dick was in your throat, Tammy, you wouldn’t have to worry about those pretty teeth.”

Tammy, whom I only met thirty minutes ago, giggles. Her blue eyes are slightly widened as though she’s surprised I remembered her name. I remember everyone’s name. It’s what makes me good at my job. I’m an artist and repertoire rep. I go to bars and clubs, find the really fucking amazing talent, and I sign them to Harose Records. My older brother Ronan may be the suit who manages the financial end of things, but it’s my careful selection and eye for really fucking awesome musicians that keeps the money in his greedy hands in the first place. As much as Ronan likes to play the big-time record exec role, we both know who keeps Harose in fucking business.

I groan when Tammy starts sucking on me again. While she’s distracted, I seek out her. The fussy blonde. The nosey one. The angry one. As soon as my eyes latch onto her fierce green ones—eyes I only know the color of because I stared at her while on the witness stand—she dips her head down, hiding behind her thick golden locks.

Can’t hide from me, nerdy Natasha. I fucking see you.

She may be a nerd on the outside, but she’s not fooling anyone. Behind her college sweatshirt are full tits that strain against the material. Her jeans are fitted, molding perfectly to her luscious curves. And the thick, black-rimmed glasses? She may need them to see, but they only serve to make her look hotter. Nerds don’t have juicy goddamn lips meant for sucking dick like Natasha does.

As Tammy works my dick over, I can’t help but think of the trial. How Natasha Washington stared at me with every ounce of hate she could muster. It was her best friend and roomie who died. Kate Rose was strangled to death. And I was arrested for that shit because my fingerprints were all over the scarf found wrapped around her pretty neck.

We weren’t fucking dating, but I had to convince a jury otherwise or spend the next ten to twenty-five years behind bars. I’m too pretty for prison.

Kate was into the same kinks I’m into. It’s how we fucking met. She was a gasper, and her death was unfortunate. It will stay with me forever, haunting my choices.

But you can’t go to prison for a little breathplay gone wrong.

My attention is dragged back to Tammy. Poor Tammy. Pushing forty, fighting wrinkles, and desperately looking for a successful man like me to get her off her knees once and for all. I stroke her hair as she takes me deep in her throat, pulling out all her tricks. She’ll find someone one day, but it sure as hell won’t be me. I’m just an asshole who likes his dick sucked.

Natasha’s eyes burn into me and I’m once again hunting her down. She’s walked out from the shadowed corner, her pouty lips pressed into a firm line. I can practically feel her prissy disappointment rippling over to me. If she’d let me, I’d pull that stick out of her ass real quick and replace it with my cock.

Images of her bent over the sofa she stands behind, my fingers digging into her pale hips, has me coming without warning. Tammy—God love her—swallows down my release like a champ. I grunt, slightly thrusting my hips, as I smirk at Natasha.

Lifting a brow at her, I flash her a smug grin that says, “You want to be next?”

Her nostrils flare in disgust.

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Seventeen Years Old…

Heavy, wet tears drop to my cheeks, causing me to sniffle to contain the sorrow pouring out of me.

My heart feels too heavy, cracking inside my chest like a glass paperweight being dropped into the rocks of the ocean. People around me watch me with sympathy and pity. I hate it. They don’t know me—no one does. Mom was the only person who really knew me, truly, and now she’s gone. I’m really alone.

Dad’s hand grips mine tight as if to remind me that’s not true…only it is. He mumbles down at me to wipe my tears, stuffing a tissue in my face with his free hand. He loves me, but he loves his career more, and I’ve always known my place in the world he created for himself. Mom knew her place too, and she performed her role like she was created to be a politician’s wife. Grown in a field and picked as the ripest wife. Perfect childbearing hips, pretty face, refined grooming, well-taught manners and views on world topics, but not too much to be confused with her thinking her opinions matter.

She was there as a prop to my dad, and I was an extension of that prop. Americans loved nothing more than a family man with home values.

When the crowd finally parts, Dad begins to tug me away from the hole in the ground they lowered my mother’s casket into. The urge to pull free and throw myself down there with her is so strong, Dad has to tighten his hold on me like I’m a petulant child. His eyes scorn me, frown lines tugging down his brow. Will I ever be allowed to grow up?

Set myself free, give myself some room to just breathe and accept I’m alone.

Swallowing my grief, I dig deep for courage and allow Dad to drag me away.

His crisp blue suit stands out in contrast against everyone else wearing black. Mom always loved him in blue. She bought him that suit. A rock has formed in my throat, restricting me from speaking when a woman joins us and asks me a question no one should have to answer minutes after burying her mother.

“How are you coping with the passing of your mother?”

“Not now,” my father barks toward her. Flashes of camera lights spark in my face, stunning me and causing me to almost stumble backward in the silly heels my dad’s PR team insisted I wore. Who knew I needed to be dressed a certain way to appeal to the public at my own mother’s funeral. But Marjorie—Dad’s own personal public relations advisor—insists I must sparkle, even in his shadow.

Before I actually fall to the ground, a pair of strong arms come around my waist to steady me, making a little gasp whisper through my parted lips. Before I have time to gain back my equilibrium a wall of muscle surrounds us. Four men shielding us from the glare of the lens. Their backs protecting me from the overzealous media trying to impose on such a delicate time in my life.

I’m ushered by the man behind me toward a black limo parked on the grass verge. His arm grips me against his firm, built body, his jacket coming around me to hide my face as the other three men in front of us move until we reach the car and I’m deposited inside. My chest is tight and my breathing is ragged from the ordeal. Before I have time to compose myself, all four men accompany me within the car, causing a trickle of fear to engulf me when one sidles up next to me. Scanning them one by one, no recognition sparks and I’m about to flee when the door re-opens and my dad gets in with us. Exhaling the breath I’d been holding, I fidget a little in my seat, knowing all eyes are trained on me.

My gaze travels around the array of bodies, all eyes piercing and penetrating something inside of me I can’t grasp a hold of or explain. Strong jaws, defined features, and muscles that strain their suits. They look like something from an action movie.

“Clove, this is my new security team. Integral Defense Security. They’ll be looking after us from now on,” my dad announces before typing something into his cell phone.

Taking them all in, my mouth opens and closes, causing the one sitting in front of us to smirk.

“Clove, huh? Like a four-leaf clover?” He smiles, his hazel eyes curious and slightly amused. I frown in response. “Ford Cross,” he says before pulling open his jacket to reveal a gun and three knives carefully tucked away. “Executive Weapons Specialist. Pleased to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” I mutter, leaning back in my seat some.

“It’s okay,” the one next to me informs me, his shoulder nudging into mine like we’re old friends. His cologne surrounds me, filling the air with an intoxicating scent of citrus and coconut water. My eyes lift to meet his. Bright green, enchanting eyes. Golden skin to match his golden-brown hair. He practically glows, like a handsome prince from one of my fantasy novels. “The name’s Leo. Leo King. I’m IDS’s Open Source Intelligence Agent. In a nutshell, I find out anything and everything about everyone. You’re safe now and we will always be here to protect you from them,” he says, nodding toward the throngs of people outside the limo, “and anyone else.”

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