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“Dark, sexy, and intense, Prisoner is an emotional ride that does not let go until the end. I loved it!” ~ Kristen Callihan, USA Today bestselling author HE SEETHES WITH RAW POWER THE FIRST TIME I SEE HIM—pure menace and rippling muscles in shackles. He’s dangerous. He’s wild. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. So I hide behind my prim glasses and my book like I always do, because I have secrets, too. Then he shows up in the prison writing class I have to teach and he blows me away with his honesty. He tells me secrets in his stories, and it's getting harder to hide mine. I shiver when he gets too close, with only the cuffs and the bars and the guards holding him back. At night, I can’t stop thinking about him. But that’s the thing about an animal in a cage—you never know when he’ll bite. He might use you to escape. He might even pull you into a forest and hold a hand over your mouth, so you can’t call for the cops. He might make you come so hard, you can’t think. And you might crave him more than your next breath. **************** "Sexy, dark and thrilling. I loved every second!" ~ Katie Reus, New York Times bestselling author
When our tyrannical CEO fires every wake-up-call service on the planet, what's a lowly admin to do? I secretly start making the calls myself. Luckily he doesn't seem to mind my get-your-ass-out-of-bed attitude. But now the calls are turning hot, like pay-by-the-minute hot, and he wants to take me out on a date. He's scouring Manhattan to find the sexy vixen who wakes him up every morning. No way can I let him know it's me!
They're dangerous men. Absolute enemies. And totally hot for each other. Will has never met anyone like Kit. He’s arrogant. Gorgeous. Totally lethal. The most expensive bodyguard money can buy. And Will can’t seem to resist him. A simple command in Kit's cut-glass accent makes Will want things he’s never wanted, do things he’s never done. Their red-hot chemistry is off the charts. Just one problem: Will has vowed to kill the billionaire that Kit is hell-bent on protecting. And Kit has secrets, too—his own reasons for sacrificing his soul, piece by painful piece, to keep one of the worst men on earth alive.
He's a powerful billionaire CEO who built the family business into an empire. The money doesn't matter to him, but the company is his life. And then his eccentric mother wills it all to her tiny dog.**I'm Vicky, the dog whisperer. (Not really, but that's what my elderly neighbor always says.) When she dies, she surprises everybody by leaving a corporation worth billions to her dog, Smuckers. With me as his spokesperson. Suddenly I go from running my Etsy store to sitting in an elegant Wall Street boardroom with Smuckers in my lap. And my neighbor's son, Henry Locke, aka New York's most eligible bachelor, glaring across the table at me. Rumor has it Henry's a business genius who's as talented...
Where is Kiro? He's the lost Dragusha brother, heir to a vast mafia empire-brilliant, violent, and utterly savage...and he's been missing for years. Ann I'm supposed to be doing simple undercover research at the Fancher Institute for the Mentally Ill & Dangerous, but I can't keep my mind off Patient 34. He's startlingly young and gorgeous, but it's not just that. He's strapped way too tightly to that bed. And there's no name or criminal history on his chart. What are these people hiding? My reporter's instincts are screaming. Here's the other thing: the staffers here believe he's so sedated that there's not a thought in his head, but I catch him watching me when nobody's looking. Our connection sizzles when I enter the room. When our eyes meet, I know he understands me in a way nobody else ever has. I'm supposed to follow my editor's orders-I have secrets, too-but everything about Patient 34 is suspicious. How can I not investigate?
Never beg. Never grovel. Nice guys wind up in the friend zone. I wrote the book on scoring with hot women - literally. I'm the patron saint of players, the Tony Robbins to loveless nerds. My rules are rock-solid like my abs, and my men's style empire spans the globe. Then she walks in. My high school nemesis. The one who inspired the most important rule of all--Love ruins a man. Just walk away. Were all my rules made to be broken or is she about to break me?
I'm no Prince Charming, and the last thing I want is a Cinderella. My instructions were simple: scour the city for a fake fiancée who's not my type at all. Have her on my jet Monday morning, dressed appropriately for a yacht vacation. I need a woman believable enough to convince a certain client that I've changed my playboy ways...yet nothing like the supermodels and socialites I usually have on my arm. Somebody too annoying to tempt me--no emotional entanglements, thank you very much. This is business only. If she's unfazed by my looks and wealth, all the better. Should be easy. Right?Apparently not, because my people go and hire Tabitha. My hairdresser. What were they thinking? Yes, I sai...
My instructions were simple: scour the city for the worst fake fiancé money can buy. Have her on my jet Monday morning, dressed appropriately for a yacht vacation. I need a woman believable enough to convince a certain client that I've changed my playboy ways?yet totally opposite from the supermodels and socialites I usually have on my arm. Somebody too annoying to tempt me-no emotional entanglements, thank you very much. This is business only. If she's unfazed by my looks and wealth, all the better. Should be easy. Right?Apparently not, because my people go and hire Tabitha. My hairdresser. What were they thinking? Yes, I said annoying, but I didn't mean Tabitha, the most frustrating woman...
I never knew when he¿d come to me. Only that he would.