Breaking Bad: 14 Tales of Lawless Love
Publication date: July 11th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Nice guys finish first, said no one ever. But we guarantee you’ll finish this collection filled with dark and dangerous alphas who obey no one, play by their own rules, and least of all allow anything to come between them and what they desire most. You’ll never look at thieves, hit men, bounty hunters or ex-cons the same way again. Break bad and our sexy-as-sin bad boys will steal your heart.
NOTE: These bad boys and girls may break hearts, but you’re guaranteed a happily ever after in every tale! No cliffhangers!
His to Possess by Theodora Taylor
What ruthless mafia prince Luca Ferraro wants, Luca Ferraro gets. And he won’t stop until he possess the daughter of his family’s biggest enemy. In. Every. Single. Way.
Star-Crossed by Koko Brown
Some people are born bad…again and again, and again
His Favorite by Eve Vaughn
With one taste, an addiction is born.
Notorious by Caitlin Daire
He says he’s not guilty, but he might be the death of me anyway…
Sleeping With The Enemy by LaQuette
When sleeping with the enemy, hate becomes their addiction, and love… a complicated distraction they can’t afford.
Indebted by Sharon C. Cooper
Even when he does good, he’s bad.
Bad Things, Good Killers by S.W.Frank
He thought he buried the past; but one woman won’t rest until he’s paid the debt for his sins.
Dangerously Theirs by A.M. Griffin
She thinks she can outsmart the law, but can she outrun the bounty hunters who want to claim more than the reward for her capture?
Hideout by Billy London
Rae can hide from everyone out for her blood but she can’t escape what she’s done.
Drive Her by Bridget Midway
There’s no honor among thieves and con artists, and no rest for the wicked, but can there be love?
His for the Taking by Nia K. Foxx
When the lines are blurred it’s hard to distinguish between the good, bad and predators.
Debt Collector’s Due by Shyla Colt
He’ll collect what he’s owed at any cost.
One Hit by Victoria H. Smith
He’s her new neighbor and she’s curious. She’s his new neighbor and well… he wants a taste.
Rectified by Xyla Turner
His lifestyle wasn’t fit for a queen and only one dead man stood between them.
DRIVE HER by Bridget Midway
“You’re not going out to the car.” Victoria shook her head while keeping her hand fisted on the towel around her body.
Like he hadn’t heard her, Russell said, “Thanks for the food and clothes.” He nodded to her. He held up her purse. “I don’t need you leaving me, so I’ll hold onto this in the bathroom along with the car keys. As soon as I close the door, I promise not to come out again until after my shower. You can get dressed.”
“Stop talking to me like I’m a child. I’m a woman. Right now, we don’t need to be at each other’s throats. We need to work together.” Victoria’s grip loosened on the towel but she didn’t let it go. “We’re not done talking about this.”
“Yes, we are.” Russell disappeared into the bathroom.
When the door clicked closed, Victoria stomped her bare feet on the carpeted floor. People had to stop treating her like she couldn’t make her own decisions.
It didn’t take long for the shower to start. At that moment, Victoria turned to her suitcase to put her previously worn clothes in it, and then pulled out another outfit. She dropped her towel, but stopped before slipping into her underwear. She had to stop doing what people expected her to do. She had a voice. She planned on using it now. Victoria also had needs.
Standing nude in the room, Victoria closed her suitcase and placed it on a luggage rack in the corner. Then she closed the curtain, cloaking the room in darkness despite it being two in the afternoon. To give the room some illumination, she turned on the TV but adjusted the volume down low, and she flicked the switch by the door to illuminate the part of the room. She needed to be heard more than anything.
She also wanted Russell to be on her side. She hadn’t planned on seducing the man, but he made it obvious that he could be easily swayed with a taste of her flesh. She didn’t mind this new change in her plans. Victoria had wanted Russell back then. Now, dealing with the man he had become, she wanted him even more.
Victoria needed one more thing, an item she had purchased while Russell rifled through the clothes. She pulled out a box of condoms from her purse. Unaware of what size to get the gruff man, she had gotten a variety pack. She placed it on the nightstand furthest away from the bathroom; that way Russell wouldn’t be able to see it when he emerged. At least, not right away.
By the time she finished getting the room set up, she heard the shower stop.
“Shit.” Victoria returned to her original spot and picked up the towel she had discarded.
She wrapped it around her body and stood stock still in her spot. Then she thought of something. Russell had taken clothes in with him when he took his shower. He would be getting dressed there. Not if Victoria had any say in the matter.
She stomped to the door and pounded on it so forcefully, she felt the stinging pains shooting through the back of her hand.
“Yeah!” Russell screamed back. “I’m almost finished.”
“I need you out here now.” She took a couple of steps back, anticipating Russell bursting through the door.
“I’ll come out as soon as I get dressed.”
She heard him knocking around in the bathroom more.
At her last forceful directive, the doorknob jiggled before it swung open. Russell, looking like a charging bull, complete with red eyes and flared nostrils, stomped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
Although Victoria wanted to take stock of his body, she didn’t dare stop looking at him in his eyes. She took a couple of steps back, convinced she wanted him closer to the bed than being afraid of what he would do to her.
“What the hell?” Russell ran his hand down his face, still damp from the shower or steam from the bathroom. “You couldn’t wait until I got dressed? You have to go or something?”
Victoria took a deep breath. “Or something is right.” She moved in closer to him. “Drop your towel.”
Russell blinked before his eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
“You heard me. Drop your towel.” She kept her stare on him, determined not to blink.
“Did you get into the beer or something?” He leaned forward, close to her face, and took a sniff. “I don’t smell anything on you.” He glared at her. “Stop messing around and let me get dressed.” His gaze dropped briefly. “You need to get some clothes on, too.”
Russell started to turn but stopped when Victoria snagged his towel and tugged on it.
“I’m not going to repeat myself.” She released him. “Drop your fucking towel and stand right here.”
NOTORIOUS by Caitlin Daire
He leaned in close, conspiratorially, and all I could smell was his spicy aftershave. “I can see you watching me when you think I’m not looking.”
“But that still doesn’t explain why you ran off to my trailer in the middle of filming.” He trailed a long finger down my arm. At this point, all I had to do was tilt my head and we could kiss. His nearness enveloped me. “Were you sick?”
“It’s stupid,” I breathed.
I closed my eyes, wondering why I was even here. Except I knew why. I tried to fight and fight these feelings so I wouldn’t be just another notch on the belt. I ignored every kind thing he did and allowed myself to believe he was an asshole just so I wouldn’t get attached. But standing here, so close, stripped me bare. “To see you with…her…was impossible. The way you looked at her, and the way she looked at you was so…so real. And it made me feel so…”
“Jealous?” he whispered against me. He pressed himself against me, his hands on my hips. There was a hardness to him that unwrapped every desire within me, exposed. He gently pressed his lips to my neck and stole my breath. “Alison Coleman, do you really not know what you do to me?”
I shook my head, eyes squeezed tight, barely breathing or moving. This almost didn’t feel real and I was afraid if I moved, it would all be over.
“Let me tell you.” I felt his mouth curve upward against my neck when he kissed me again. “Every day, I see you and can think of nothing but bringing you back here, locking the door, and having my way with you. Every day, I see you in those tight skirts and tall heels and picture you on that pole, when you danced only for me. Every day, I fantasize what it would be like to do this.”
He tilted my chin upward and kissed me. I melted. There was no holding back, no resistance. There was no ego here, between us, only a biting raw passion that had been suffocated for months and was finally seeing the sun.
“Every second I was with Lena, I pictured her as you.” He pressed his forehead against mine and cupped my cheeks. “Alison, look at me. You… break me. When I kissed her, I was kissing you. When I touched her, I was touching you. When Denver told me to moan her name, in my mind, I was saying ‘Alison’.”
“But Lena is so—”
“It doesn’t matter.” He murmured this against my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in greedily, all of the heat in my body racing towards one center point that was now screaming for his touch. The hardness against his leg pressed against me and drew out a gasp. “I have wanted you from the moment I saw you. Lena is great, but Lena is not my type. The most perfect woman I have ever seen is standing right here in front of me.”
Just like that, I shattered across the floor. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
His nimble fingers had already undone half the buttons on my shirt, and he bent down and kissed the top of my breast. “I never lie. Never. And unless you’ve suddenly had a change of heart, Miss Coleman, I’m going to undress you and make love to you until you cry so loudly, they’ll hook up a boom mic and dub my scene over. I have spent the last month and a half thinking of no one but you, and I have a lot of time to make up.”
My shirt was on the floor. A moment later, so was my skirt. I stood there in nothing but heels and lingerie before the man who looked like he wanted to devour me in two bites. I popped my hip out to the side, rested my hand on it, and tossed my head.
“Boy, you only think you can handle this.”
A growl rumbled in his throat. “Is that a challenge?”
My heart raced faster than ever and my head was so light I worried it would fly away, but I held my ground and beckoned him with a finger. “Come and take me.”
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