Release Date: July 9, 2020
of the Devil Kings Atlanta MC. With a fractious club to rebuild and a revolving
door on my bedroom, the last thing I need is 5’4” of sex-on-a-stick trouble.
mysterious beauty shows up with her playmate’s body, dark soulful eyes and a
bagful of cash, I’m willing to make an exception.
fully trust her, but she needs my help.
finally good. I am one of the best high-roller hostesses on the strip. But I’ve
lived in Las Vegas two years and have yet to unpack my bags. Why? Because shit
always goes sideways.
have known this time would be no different.
asked to hostess a private poker game at a mega exclusive hotel penthouse, I
end up in the proverbial wrong place at the wrong time.
soul witness to a double murder and I’m suddenly on the run again, but this
time I’m running for my life.
far as Atlanta before my Porsche blows a tire.
he shows up. Dangerous. Drop-dead gorgeous. Scary badass biker. One I can’t
take my eyes off. Maybe this town is as good as any to lay low.
trouble tracks me down, I want to run again. But he has other plans.
protect me—for a price.
body in his big bed—all night, every night.
dirty deal he offers.
President of the Devil Kings is involved, there are no rules.
stand toe-to-toe with him and make it out of this bargain with my heart intact.
Because in the end, running is what I do best.
Free in Kindle Unlimited
the door and prowls toward me.
real pretty dress, Hot Rod.” His eyes sweep over me. “You want to keep it in
one piece, you better take it off quickly. If I do it, it’s gonna be in
tattered shreds on the floor. That’s how badly I want you.”
promise all kinds of things—dark things, dangerous things. He’s seducing me,
and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
step back, then another, enjoying the hunt, disobeying his demand. His eyes
fall on the pulse I can feel beating in my throat. He stalks me across the room
until I come up against the dresser. He stops two feet away. He reaches out,
and his callused fingertips glide along my collarbone. My skin tingles in
response, heat flames through my body like wildfire, and I tremble.
want to see what’s under this dress,” he murmurs, his voice a seductive lure as
he dips his head closer to mine.
girl you bring in here fall at your feet?” I whisper, wondering just how
special I am.
hypnotic eyes of his drift along my throat, and his finger brushes where my
rapid pulse beats. He moves closer, inching forward, crowding my space as his
head inclines toward mine. He dips down, his nose brushing along mine and his
voice goes rough. “Want to know what I think?”
you look beautiful at my feet, staring up at me with those dark eyes I could
drown in. Makes my dick hard thinking of the last time you were on your knees,
taking me deep down your pretty throat.” He skates his hand up my neck,
encircling it, cuffing it, bringing my jaw up until our mouths are a breath
apart. “And I think you’re absolutely dying for another taste.”
lips. I can’t deny it, any of it.
what’s under that dress, beautiful.” He drags his fingertips along the
neckline, and I’m powerless to resist. I pull the dress off my shoulders, and
it flutters over my body to pool on the floor.
drag over every inch of me, and they light up with liquid desire. He sucks in a
breath and steps back to take it all in.
are bare, my nipples tight with arousal. I’m wearing a tiny G-string panty
under the garter belt and lace-topped stockings, all in a golden glimmer.
stiletto heels with their sexy straps finish it off.
hell, woman. You’re a walking wet dream. Every man’s fantasy.
slightly at a disadvantage, as he’s still fully clothed. It tilts the power
balance in his favor. Although, seeing the need in his eyes, I may have the
power over him right now. He wants me badly. I up the ante and whisper in a
throaty seductive voice, “I bought it for you, baby.”
flare at my words, and he reaches for me.
his fingers into my hair, fisting it, and tugs, tilting my head until I have no
choice but to meet his eyes. His fingers curl around the back of my neck,
commanding and possessive and my insides melt.
bestselling author who loves writing about hot alpha men who’ll do anything for
the women they love! Her stories are filled with struggle, conflict and real
human emotion. She is the author of the Evil Dead MC series, the Brothers Ink
Tattoo series and more.Nicole loves to hear from her readers! You can contact her via e-mail, her
website contact form or on her social media accounts.
“Be ready to have a new book boyfriend in Teddy. That man is hot! The suspense in this book is a killer!” ~Cassie’s Book Addicts
“IT WAS WONDERFUL! Over the top great mafia story with lots of intrigue and a murder mystery and a secret cartel. I couldn’t get enough.” ~Beyond the Covers Blog
“Devious King is a dark, suspenseful mafia romance that keeps you thoroughly engrossed from start to finish.” ~Kerri’s Reading Corner
As a small child, she was always intrigued by all forms of art: whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure, but it wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world.
She’s a short and sassy Latina with an adorable pup, a kiddo that keeps her on her toes, and a husband who claims she’ll cause him to go bald prematurely. Lol
Publisher: Bailey Brown Publishing
Add to Bookbub
She lay in the center of the bed, dwarfed by the large mattress. Her limbs twisted in the white sheet. Waves of copper and gold splayed across the pillow. So still. So delicate. So … his.
Satisfied with God’s selection, he studied his prize. His salvation. His future. His
Hooking a finger into the sheet, he slowly drew the blanket toward the foot of the bed.
A simple undershirt, covering little more than her breasts, gave a transparent
picture of her curves.
Narrow ribs tapered into a tiny waist he’d be able to span with his hands. Her hips flared, as a healthy woman’s should. His head cocked as the sheet fell to the side, exposing her legs. A wisp of material, too small to be considered a garment, covered her sex.
“What evil is this?”
He inhaled deeply, wondering at the strange covering. Females of the order wore handmade undergarments, loosely fitting with ties. The men wore nothing under their clothes. But this…
Lowering to the bed, he sat gingerly beside her hip and studied her. The overwhelming need to touch her, mark her, stole through him hard and fast, leaving all other instincts second.
He wanted to feed from her vein as his body throbbed inside of hers, filling her
with his seed. He wanted to possess every part of her—mind, body, and soul.
“Beautiful, Annalise,” he whispered.
Unlocking his fists, he traced the back of his finger along the soft white expanse of her thigh. Goosebumps prickled her flesh, and a small moan escaped her throat.
“You will know my touch and feel it often.”
Drawing slow whirls over her hip, his fingertip treaded lightly across the elastic of her minimal undergarment. Her skin showed like ivory in the moonlight. Silver pools of blue painted her pale skin. She was a masterpiece. Hard points formed under her shirt as he dragged his exploring finger up her arm. He ached to trace his touch over the turgid tip but refrained.
A soft moan slipped past her plump lips and her legs shifted, her hips burrowing into the mattress. Could she sense his desire?
His need to touch and possess her left him shaken. Withdrawing his caress, his gaze traveled over her torso. Each breath expanded her ribs and lifted her breasts.
His inspection climbed the narrow column of her throat and stilled at her
Arousal slammed into him. A bone deep hunger ached inside of him, begging him to claim her. His tongue traced under his fangs as he leaned closer, breathing in her delicate fragrance, feeding off the scent of such a vulnerable offering. So small. So fragile. So in need of a mate. His jaw widened—
He sprang off the bed, startled by the powerful trance she held over him. It was as if she had him under some sort of spell.
Forking a hand through his hair, he paced silently. He wanted her now, consequences be damned. How long would he have to wait? Would it really matter? Their futures were decided. Why not now?
Battling with his conscience, he crouched at the foot of the bed, his greedy stare
traveling up her legs. His thumb dragged along the inside of her ankle, gliding
upward to her knee and pulling her legs apart. Her scent intensified.
Closing his eyes, he breathed her in. This was his mate, his one and only, his ainsicht.
The beat of her heart seemed to complement his, like the tease and retreat of the ocean waves beating back the banks of the shore. The rush of blood pumping through her veins rattled his concentration. It sung to him, a siren’s call that compelled an answer.
His skin burned like the tongues of a fire, licking at his insides, his burning desires heating his blood to volcanic degrees. He needed to leave. Now.
Taut as a bow, he forced himself away from the bed for her protection. Never had he fought such temptation. Carnal images assaulted him. Her body clinging to his, flesh gliding over flesh. Nails digging into muscle. Fangs piercing skin.
His cock throbbed, pleading that he take her and claim what was rightfully his. Heart hammering against his ribs, he staggered back from the bed. His control was slipping. If he touched her now, he’d break her.
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
Photographer: Wander Book Club (Wander Aguiar)
Cover Model: Griffin