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I saw her once.<br />
That was all it took.<br />
Now Callie West belongs to me.<br />
She thinks I’m her protector. The man who rescued her when her life fell apart.<br />
She doesn’t know I’ve been watching her for months.<br />
Learning her habits.<br />
Memorizing her smiles.<br />
Planning a future she never agreed to.<br />
When enemies from my past close in, Callie becomes a target. The safest place for her is with me.<br />
The only problem?<br />
The closer she gets, the more dangerous my obsession becomes.<br />
Because I’ll do anything to keep her.<br />
And once I claim what’s mine…<br />
I never let go<br><br>*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************<br><br>Chapter One<br><br>Evander Watson stared out across the parking lot, watching the bar that held the woman of his dreams, Callie West. The young woman had taken him by surprise and he wasn’t known to be easily surprised.<br />
<br />
He glanced through the file he’d requested on her. He’d gotten it within hours of meeting her, giving him every detail of her life. She wasn’t on any social media, which shocked him as most young people were addicted to it.<br />
<br />
Her bank statements showed most of her habits, aside from being broke. Callie lived a rather boring and sheltered life. She donated some of her money every month to select charities. She also volunteered at a local dog shelter in her free time. There was a charm on her purse of a dog.<br />
<br />
He’d never known a kind, selfless woman like her in his circles. The only reason he stumbled across her was because he had to deal with some business where she worked. It wasn’t a popular joint, just a strip club that had seen better days. Callie worked behind the bar in a too-tight shirt, with men trying to grope her each night. He didn’t like it. She deserved so much better.<br />
<br />
Slamming the file shut, he shoved it in the glove box before getting out of his car and heading toward the bar. There were a couple of cars in the parking lot and as he entered, he was overcome by the pungent scent of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sex.<br />
<br />
Like always, Callie was at the bar, serving beer while a woman swung her naked body around a pole on the stage. Callie’s blonde hair wasn’t up in a ponytail as it had been that first night, but cascaded around her shoulders. She looked like a fucking angel from heaven. A very curvy, heavenly angel.<br />
<br />
His cock hardened at the sight of her. Several men were at the bar, and he knew those looks on their faces. One of them was there way too frequently for his liking. They were imagining her naked, but none of them were going to see her like that. Callie was all his. Every precious inch of her.<br />
<br />
She placed a bottle of beer down in front of one of the men, and he grabbed her arm, pulling her close. She let out a little squeal, and anger rushed through Evander as he stepped in closer. He gripped the man’s wrist, applying just enough pressure to make a point. The asshole attempted to fight for dominance, trying not to show he was in pain. The fool.<br />
<br />
“That is no way to treat a lady.”<br />
<br />
“She’s no lady,” he said.<br />
<br />
“You know what, Mitch, I think we should go and see Leah. She wants our money.” The guy who sat next to this fucker tried to play the peacekeeper.<br />
<br />
Evander released the man’s wrist and waited. He hoped the bastard would take him on. No one touched Callie. And he was always up for a good fight.<br />
<br />
They left, as did the rest of the men sitting at the bar.<br />
<br />
“Wow, er, thank you,” Callie said.<br />
<br />
He turned his full attention to her.<br />
<br />
“How’s your arm?” he asked.<br />
<br />
Callie looked down at herself and smiled. “It’s nothing. It’s all part of the job, right?”<br />
<br />
“Dealing with asshole men, yes, I can see that.”<br />
<br />
She laughed. “What can I get you?”<br />
<br />
“A beer.” He had no intention of drinking.<br />
<br />
“I think I recognize you. Do you come in here often?” Callie asked.<br />
<br />
“Sometimes.” He’d been coming in most nights, but rarely did she see him. Callie didn’t need to know that for the past couple of months, he’d been stalking her. He knew all of her movements, what she liked, what she hated. Even some of her taste in music, which was not the same as his. She loved modern pop. He was more into soul. There was also a nineteen-year age gap, but age was just a number.<br />
<br />
“I thought I recognized you. If you don’t mind me saying, this place is beneath you. I know a good bar a few blocks from here that would be more your style.”<br />
<br />
“And why is that?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“The suit. It’s designer, right? Trust me, we don’t get people like you in here that often. My boss tries to remember the glory days of years ago when it was the best thing going.”<br />
<br />
“If you don’t like the place, why do you work here?”<br />
<br />
“I can’t afford to be too picky. The job market isn’t exactly open for me right now.” She shrugged. “I go where I need to. Besides, I’m not afraid of a little hard work. You may not belong here, but I do.”<br />
<br />
Evander thought of the file he had on her. Her mother died when she was eighteen, but before she moved to the city, she lived in a trailer park in a small town. He wanted to take her away from all of this. To fill her life with all the things she deserved.<br />
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Clara has had a crush on her best friend's dad for years. She wishes she could get him out of her head, but Grayson Blackwell invades her every thought. The fact he's a bully, rude, and dismissive doesn't turn her off. It only fuels her desire to get his attention.Grayson's more than twice Clara's age, not to mention she's his daughter's best friend. Any intimate entanglement would cross too many lines to count. The facts don't seem to cool his desire for the young, curvy blonde. He decides to make a secret deal with her, one he hopes will help him end his obsession.It starts with a contract, but things get messy once emotions get involved. Can they make their taboo relationship work or will it pull their lives apart?<br><br>*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************<br><br>Chapter One<br><br>Clara felt torn down the middle.<br />
<br />
She’d parked in front of her best friend’s house ten minutes ago, but instead of browsing on her phone to kill the time, she was focused on the office window. April’s father was sitting at his desk. She wished she had a better view, only able to make out one strong shoulder, the muscles straining under the fabric. He’d brush his too-long bangs off his face occasionally, focused on his work.<br />
<br />
Clara had had a secret crush on Grayson Blackwell since she was eighteen. That’s when she’d started college with April. Since day one, he’d hated her. Nothing she did helped to warm him up to the fact she was his daughter’s best friend.<br />
<br />
Maybe it was all for the best. April would never approve if she knew the filthy things flitting in Clara’s head. It was so unlike her, but there was just something about Grayson that made her melt into a puddle.<br />
<br />
She wanted to stop pining for an older man who wanted nothing to do with her. Clara needed to focus on college and forget about Grayson, his glares, and snide comments. To move on with her life.<br />
<br />
Easier said than done.<br />
<br />
“Sorry I’m late.” April dropped down in the passenger seat of the car, pulling her backpack and giant water bottle in as she struggled to grab the seat belt. “I need to get more organized.”<br />
<br />
“It’s okay.” Clara took one more look at Grayson before backing out of the driveway.<br />
<br />
They drove down the street lined with houses that looked more like mansions. The lawns were sprawling and meticulously cared for. April still hadn’t seen where Clara lived. She’d always have an excuse to avoid a visit. It’s not that she was embarrassed, but she didn’t want her friend to judge her for living in the worst end of the city. April had the best of everything handed to her. Clara had to work for the little she had.<br />
<br />
“Wow, we chose a good time to come,” April said as they pulled into the gym’s parking lot. It was practically empty.<br />
<br />
There was a note on the front doors, so they drove close enough to read it.<br />
<br />
“The power’s out. Great,” Clara said. “I was hyped up to get started, too.”<br />
<br />
They’d been talking about going to the gym forever. Maybe she wasn’t meant to get in shape.<br />
<br />
“No problem, we’ll just go to my place. I told you we didn’t need to come here. My dad has an incredible setup.”<br />
<br />
“I have a free pass,” Clara said.<br />
<br />
“Only for a week. My gym is free 24/7.”<br />
<br />
Clara dreaded going to April’s house because her father made her feel so unwelcome. She doubted her friend even noticed how horribly he treated her. And she didn’t want to create any problems for them. It was bad enough April didn’t have a mother.<br />
<br />
“Okay. Fine.”<br />
<br />
She headed back toward April’s house in the suburbs, her nerves on high alert. And something more she didn’t want to acknowledge.<br />
<br />
“I got beautified for nothing.” April checked out her makeup in the passenger seat mirror. “I was ready to find myself some muscled stud.”<br />
<br />
“No, you weren’t.” Clara giggled. “Besides, you’ll be all sweaty. The gym is the worst place to pick up a guy.”<br />
<br />
April shrugged, leaning back in her seat. “I need a boyfriend asap. Dad’s having some fancy get-together at our place next month.”<br />
<br />
“What about Rob? Or Josh?”<br />
<br />
“Meh. They’re not boyfriend material.”<br />
<br />
“Don’t worry. You have plenty of time to find Mr. Right,” Clara said. “You’re only twenty-one.”<br />
<br />
“That’s you, Clara. I’m almost twenty-three. Twenty-three!” Her friend dramatically draped her arm over her eyes as they pulled into the driveway. She’d finished school a year ago. Clara was in her last semester before graduation.<br />
<br />
As they walked up the path to the front doors, she noticed Grayson Blackwell was no longer sitting at his desk. Her heart sank.<br />
<br />
“Let me put this shit away,” April said. “I’ll meet you in the basement.”<br />
<br />
Within seconds she was standing alone in the massive foyer. She was surrounded by white marble in every direction. It was like standing in a castle.<br />
<br />
It was too quiet.<br />
<br />
She made her way to the basement door. They’d been friends for over three years now, so she knew where almost everything was.<br />
<br />
Clara was terrified to run into Grayson alone. And terrified not to.<br />
<br />
She scrubbed a hand down her face, wishing she wasn’t so infatuated. It was ruining her life. While April needed more than ten fingers to count her conquests, Clara was still a virgin. She’d never dated, never even looked at boys her age, because her heart was set on an older man who was completely off limits. She was an idiot.<br />
<br />
“Sneaking around?”<br />
<br />
She gasped, whirling to the side to face the deeply masculine voice. It was him—Grayson Blackwell. He was leaning against a pillar watching her. Why did he have to look so drool-worthy?<br />
<br />
“Just going to the gym.”<br />
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Skye witnesses a double murder and is forced to run for her life. She doesn't know how she'll survive, but she'll do anything to live another day. When contracts are taken out on her life, her only hope is a rival assassin determined to use her as collateral. It's not the best situation but at least she's safe for now. Things get immeasurably more complicated when she starts to fall for her captor.<br />
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Galen King kills for a living, but it's nothing personal. He works for the Circle of Monsters, a group of ruthless contract hitmen. They do their job, no questions asked, and emotions never get in the way. Each hit is another payday until he has Skye Lewis in his sights—then nothing is the same.<br />
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Can he change the rules and keep Skye alive? Or will his boss demand he follow orders or pay the ultimate price?<br><br>*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************<br><br>Chapter One<br><br>Galen King looked through his binoculars and caught sight of his target through the hotel window. She was a small thing, at least compared to him. To some she might have been considered fat, but he liked his women on the plump side. Her flaming red hair called to him first. It was a deep red, not something out of a bottle.<br />
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Looking away, he pulled out his cell phone with the necessary details. The moment this hit was completed, he’d destroy all evidence. That was part of his job. He was one of the exclusive members of the Circle of Monsters. Known assassins who weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty, unlike their counterparts, Killer of Kings.<br />
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For this hit, all he’d been sent was the woman’s basic details, the location, and when he was to end her life. Skye Lewis never had a chance, not when the Monsters got involved. He didn’t care that she was female. Some men might, but he knew women could be just as vile and disgusting as men.<br />
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The curtain twitched and her head appeared, looking left and right. Even from where he stood, he saw the fear in her eyes.<br />
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It was a shame she had to die. He could imagine spending a great deal of private time with her. That body was made to be fucked. And only twenty-five years old. He didn’t care what she’d done. The bounty on her head was quite extensive. Someone wanted her dead, and fast, because they were willing to part with three million cash. All the better for Galen.<br />
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All he had to do now was make the decision. Did he make the shot here or go to her hotel room? Would she answer the door? Would she scream? As he was making the decision, lining up his rifle to see if he could get a nice crisp shot, his cell phone vibrated.<br />
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“Yes,” he said, putting the cell to his ear.<br />
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“The terms have changed,” Viko Fedorov said.<br />
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Galen didn’t look away from his target. This never happened. Details of a hit never changed once he got the all clear. What if he’d already pulled the fucking trigger?<br />
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“Not good enough,” Galen said. “I can take the hit right now.”<br />
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“Then you’ll be doing it for nothing,” Viko said. “The money is fake. I have it in my office right now. She will be worth more to us alive.”<br />
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He didn’t like this. Killing her now would be ideal.<br />
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“I can take the shot.”<br />
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“Listen to me carefully. Take the shot, and you won’t get paid. Something’s going down.” He heard rustling on the line. “Petrov already has guys on the way to kill her.”<br />
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Galen frowned. “That makes no sense. Why hire us?”<br />
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“He’s playing us. There’s no money, and believe me, I’m fucking pissed about it.”<br />
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If Viko was pissed, then Petrov would soon be wishing for a quick death. No one got away with manipulating their boss. There was a reason Viko was the head of the Circle of Monsters. The bastard had more kills under his belt than anyone Galen had ever known—real or fictional.<br />
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There was so much about Viko they didn’t know. The only solid piece of information to go on was that money talked—a lot of it. They all had a price and Viko’s had to have a lot of ones and zeros before he lifted a finger.<br />
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“So what now?”<br />
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“Extraction. Bring her to me, and be warned, the people on the way to kill her might attempt to take you out.”<br />
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Galen couldn’t help but scoff.<br />
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“If that was a laugh, I recommend you not do it again,” Viko said, and hung up.<br />
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Well, it went from being the clean-cut kill that he loved, to one that was dirty and pissed him off.<br />
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He quickly disassembled his rifle, put all the necessary pieces away, stashed it in his bag, and threw it over his shoulder. Making his way out of the abandoned building, he hummed to himself as he joined the flood of people on the street below, mingling in.<br />
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A few people chanced a glance at him, but one look at his face, with the gnarly scar down his right cheek, and they soon turned away. Some women were not upset by his looks. The ink on his thick arms, not to mention the expensive watch covering his wrist, always had a magic way with the bitches.<br />
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Money talked.<br />
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He had a lot of it.<br />
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Galen liked nice things.<br />
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And he was prepared to do whatever it took to get those nice things. He’d been killing since he was fourteen years old. It was an easy profession. His parents had died when he was young, and he’d ended up in the foster care system. Maybe that was where his conscience died.<br />
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His first kill had been a foster mom who had been too handsy and liked to use her belt. One of the girls in the home with him had to entertain the male guests, and if she caused a scene while they were filming the rape, the woman would beat her to within an inch of her life.<br />
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