I loathe Alastor Shaw.
The city of San Francisco thinks we’re rival artists.
In truth, we’re predators battling for hunting ground.
We never chased the same prey. Until the night we both laid eyes on Mara Eldritch.
Shaw wants to use her as a pawn in his twisted game.
I’m fixated on her for a different reason…
She makes me feel things I never thought I could feel. Want things I never wanted.
Only she can make me lose control.
I don’t know if I should protect her at all costs… or destroy her before she ruins me.
Mara knows I’m no saint. But she has no idea she’s dancing with the devil…
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Excerpt from There Are No Saints
We’re about to enter the junior studio on the opposite side of the building when Mara catches up with me. “Excuse me!” she pants, her cheeks flaming pink. “Could I speak to Mr. Blackwell for a moment?” The other panel members turn to look at me, to see if I’ll comply. Sonia is particularly curious. She knew something was up the moment I told her to offer Mara the studio. The discounted rate was a fabrication, invented by me on the spot. The same with this grant. It’s all leverage to get Mara right where I want her: completely at my mercy. “Of course,” I say quietly. “The rest of you go on without me. I’ll join you momentarily.” I lead Mara down the hall to an empty studio several doors down. I step into the clean, deserted space. She hesitates in the doorway, afraid to be alone with me. “Are you coming?” I ask, eyebrow raised. Pressing her lips together, she marches into the room, closing the door behind her. I wait for her to speak, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest, thrilling at the hectic spots of color on her cheeks. She’s illuminated with fury, eyes blazing, cheeks flaming. Her dark hair swirls around her face, defying gravity from the pure electric tension between us. Her thin hands tremble, and she digs her nails into the thighs of her jeans. “I know it was you,” she says, her voice low and hoarse. I’m enjoying this so much I can hardly stand it. Her rage, her fear, and the delicious predicament I put her in, all mixed together in a potent cocktail. Her expression of shock when she saw my face, and the awful struggle as she had to discuss her work with the panel, while her brain must have been twisting and turning inside her skull . . . I’m so glad I have it all recorded. I can’t wait to watch it over again tonight. “What was me?” I say mildly. “You know,” she hisses. Her whole body is shaking. I’d like to hold her against me, to feel those tremors vibrating through my frame . . . “Please explain.” Her eyes glint with tears of fury, but she refuses to let them fall. Her lips are swollen and chapped, as if she’s been biting at them . . . “Someone snatched me off the street. They tied me up, cut my wrists, and left me in the woods. You were there. I saw you. You stood over me, staring at me. You saw I needed help. And you walked right over me. You left me there to die.” “What a bizarre accusation,” I say. “Do you have any proof?” I know she doesn’t. I just want to see how she’ll respond. “I saw you,” she hisses. “I’ll tell the cops.” “I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” I tuck my hands in my pockets, tilting my head as I look at her. “That would cause a lot of problems for you. You’d lose the studio, of course. The grant, too.” “Are you threatening me?” Her voice rises, the edge of hysteria sharp as razor wire. “Why are you doing this? Why did you do this to me?” She holds up her arm so her loose bell sleeve drops away, revealing the long, jagged scar across the wrist. The scar is still healing, raised like a welt on the skin. “I didn’t do that,” I scoff. Mara falters, her upraised hand dropping an inch. Interesting—she doesn’t actually know who cut her. “You were there,” she insists. “So what if I was?” She startles, shocked that I admitted it. “Then you did this!” she shrieks. “No,” I growl. “I didn’t.” In one swift step, I close the space between us. Mara tries to turn and run, but I’m much too fast for her. I seize her by the arm, yanking her toward me, holding up that accusing hand and branded wrist. I look down into her terrified face, pinning her in place with my gaze as much as my fingers locked around her wrist. “There’s no limit on predators in the world,” I hiss. “And no lack of damaged girls to attract them.”
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It was supposed to be a fresh start. A completely blank slate in a place where no one knew about the tragedy that ripped her family apart six months ago. A tragedy Rowan can’t help but blame herself for.
Now the only thing she wants is to blend in. To escape the house that has become more like a prison. Her new school is her only hope. Somewhere she can pretend she’s just like everyone else.
Only Rowan doesn’t realize how unique she is. Holden is the first to recognize it, but he’s not the last.
Rowan can’t explain the draw she feels to the guys who have found their way into her life. The way something seems to spark the first moment she touches each of them. How it almost hurts to walk away from them at the end of each day.
Things are changing, from the ripple of power humming just below her skin to this new family she’s finding herself a part of. But not all of the changes are good.
Someone doesn’t like the power Rowan is stepping into or the bonds she’s forming with the guys who have gifts as rare and strong as her own. And when the truth is revealed, it has the power to burn everything in its wake…
“Look, I’m laying shit out, okay?” Grizz says. “If you fuck her now, she’ll think you’re together. Then, when you blow her off, she’ll shit a brick-load of drama. Okay? So, then what? She either wants to leave or makes life uncomfortable on the Ranch. I’m not looking to live in a tense situation, so you need to be smart.”
“I’m fucking trying.”
“But keep this in mind, Horse. If I was in your situation, like Raqui showed up with my kid, I wouldn’t be able to stay away from her. Not because she’s hot, but because she’s mine. If Marina isn’t yours, don’t fuck her. That girl is too young to realize you just want pussy. She still thinks you’re a good guy, so don’t blow it by letting your dick prove otherwise.”
Goodreads review by Amy – “How could I have lived my whole life without Jax and Cassie!? Heck, the whole Jericho Family! I found myself thinking about these characters long after I turned the last page.
This family/story took me out of my everyday life, and into the lives of a couple where you can just feel their connection. It’s truly beautiful.
But that ending!! I need more! Now!
Jax is stuck somewhere between broken, adapting, and thriving. He loves his family, and is fiercely loyal to those he cares about. Soon, Cassie makes her way to that list, its a pull that’s strong, one that we can only dream about! Things aren’t always rosy for Jax and Cassie, but their journey is real. It’s honest.”
Goodreads review by Carmen ~ “Off Limits is off the charts!! If you want: intense chemistry between the characters; agonizing sexual tension, tear-jerking angst; a sassy heroine and a mouthwatering CEO (both with extra baggage on their backs), and two beautiful twin toddlers, this is your story.”
I make it to class without a moment to spare and I take the last available seat right in front of the professor’s desk. A moment after I sit down, a man comes in and walks to the desk a few feet from where I’m sitting. I frown at him, wondering what happened to Delilah Morning, who Charlotte said was a beautiful blonde. This guy… well, he’s a guy. He looks at me, taking note of my frown, and mimics it. I look away, cursing my shyness.
“Good evening,” he says, seeming to make a point to speak loud and clear. “Delilah Morning, who normally teaches this class, has a family obligation. She asked me to take over for her this semester. My name is Professor Jax Jericho. You may call me simply Professor Jericho.”
Jax Jericho! Damn.
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