This is August, New York, where the chaotic world of the supernatural will collide with unsuspecting, vulnerable humans.
Notorious criminal Mickey McKennan is everything Nora Evers shouldn’t want. He’s power and sex in a suit with a rogue smile, and when they meet, her world tilts as she falls in lust—until that world halts when tragedy strikes. Nora’s life quickly goes from bad to worse, and she finds Mickey at every turn. Although his deadly secrets ensure that trouble follows him, she is drawn to him more and more. But, when her past haunts her present, Nora’s life is threatened, and she is unsure of who she can count on to help her survive.
Everyone has a price, and thanks to the captivating Simon Handover and his proposition, Penny Ames has discovered hers. She will just need to make it through one month with him before she can flee and never look back. But, with his Clark Kent good looks and Superman swagger, Simon is more of a threat to Penny than she realizes. While fighting not to lose her heart, she stumbles into a world filled with guns, gangs, and…vampires, and soon, she finds herself also fighting for her life.
When Sosie Savage is taken hostage by the Vampire Mafia due to her father’s mistake, the only thing on her mind is survival—until her focus begins to shift as her captors, the D’Avignon brothers, vie for her attention. Powerful yet antagonistic, J.M. and Sebastien fascinate her. Where J.M. is destructive and dangerous, Sebastien acts as the savior with his kindness. With her feelings clouding her mind, Sosie struggles to set things right in the tangled web her father weaved. But, after the D’Avignon family receives threats from rival vampires while enduring run-ins with the authorities, she begins to question her allegiance to her own family and the life that she once knew.
Kidnapped and tortured with no end in sight, Beau D’Avignon is certain death is imminent. That is, until Francesca Slight intervenes. Sheltered daughter of the D’Avignon’s sworn enemy, she is now also the owner of Beau’s heart. With the animosity between the leading vampire families, their newfound love is not likely to survive, especially when the escalating war threatens all their lives.
Frustrated with her father’s lack of action in the search for her missing family, Bellamy D’Avignon is determined to take the reins, but along the way, she crosses paths with someone from the opposite side of the law. He’s literally tall, dark, and handsome, and their connection is immediate and undeniable. But, when a life-altering threat hits and emotions take over, Bellamy makes a decision that will change their lives forever.
“Are you ready to tell me?” I ask.
“No,” he whispers.
I look down and sigh. “I don’t know how many more times I can say I’m sorry before you believe me. But if you want to punish me for his death…”
I bolt from the car and make my way up to my apartment without a single glance over my shoulder. The key is in the door when I feel him approach. I still refuse to turn around, but he doesn’t give me much choice. Mickey curves an arm around my waist and spins me so that my back is now pinned to the door. His face is mere inches away from mine, and I can feel the hard lines of his body pressing against me. He’s so gorgeous, it hurts to look. But it hurts even more to look away.
Once again, I’ve forgotten how to breathe. But he reminds me when he floats his cheek against mine, causing my breath to hitch.
“I’m not trying to punish you,” he says, whispering the words against my neck. “I’m trying to protect you.”
“Whatever it is you think I can’t handle, I can,” I whisper back. “I’m stronger than I look.”
He sighs and looks at me like I’m stating the obvious. “Babe, sounds to me like you’ve had to be too strong for too long. When are you going to let someone else take care of you?”
My nose stings from the urge to cry, and I’m struggling to maintain eye contact. This isn’t me. I’m the girl who deals with shit and then keeps it moving, not the one who goes all weak-kneed and falls to pieces.
Except I am falling.
“There is no one. Remember?” The quiver in my voice is a dead giveaway, but I keep talking, and he keeps listening. “Besides, we still don’t know who those guys were, and—”
So much for everything I’m not.
His lips capture mine, and my knees do go weak. I can feel his arm tightening as he holds me steady with one hand while his other hand cups the side of my face.
His lips brush back and forth against mine, learning their feel. Meanwhile, his hand grips my hip, and his other hand slides back from my cheek to my hair, anchoring into my long brunette locks. I can feel Mickey stiffening against me as the tip of his tongue demands entrance.
There’s no hesitation. I open for him.
A needy whimper works its way up my throat as his tongue glides against mine. My hands curl into tight fists, the lapels of his expensive suit jacket caught between my fingers. I feel myself getting wet, cream dampening my panties, as this primal ache spirals up from my core. Mickey’s groaning deliciously naughty sounds into my mouth, and I’m clutching at him like I never want this to end.
Because I don’t.
It feels like every kiss from my past has been leading up to this moment. They were all just practice, and this…this is real. I’ve never felt anything like it before, and deep down inside, I know that I never will.
Not with anyone but Mickey.
But it’s over before I know it. He’s pressing his lips against mine in a gentle finale, and I know that the fireworks display is coming to a close. His name spills out of my mouth in a pleading moan, and he smiles and then finishes with a chaste kiss.
“Babe, you’re gonna get us both into trouble.”
I breathe a quiet laugh. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Now, wipe that sexy smile off your face before you start something you can’t finish.”
I chuckle, despite my best efforts for a more serious expression. Then, a sultry fire flashes in his eyes, and I stop laughing.
“Let’s go,” he says.
“Babe, we really gonna do this?”
“I never invited you in.”
“Relax. If I wanted something to happen, those gorgeous legs of yours would be wrapped around my waist, and you’d be screaming my name right now. My cock would be buried so deep inside you, hitting places you never even knew existed, and I swear, you’d never want to hop off. But you’re not ready for that, and I respect it. You’re also not ready to spend the night at my place, so I’m going to crash here.”
My skin is flushed, my breathing is strained, and for the first time in my life, I mentally check my body for signs of a heart attack.
A slow and shaky breath escapes my lips as my brain tries to work out a response. I know I’m going to think of a really great comeback hours from now, but the best I can manage on the spot is, “Well, you just know everything, don’t you?”
He smirks. “Not everything. Just that you want me.”
I gasp, not out of offense but out of embarrassment over his accuracy.
“And, before you say anything else, I want you, too. But, tonight, we sleep. Just sleep,” he says.
I unlock the door while offering up a deceptively cool tsk. “Like I said, nice.”
M. A. Wilder is a wife, mother, and native New Yorker who writes in order to retain her title as a hipster. She is a stay-at-home mom by day and a crime fighter author by night. She is also rumored to be a full-time geek, a part-time fangirl, and an imaginary superhero.
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