Hunter Black
Blaming herself for her best friend’s death, Cady shuts herself off from the rest of the world, determined not to let anyone close again, determined not to care.
But then circumstances throw her into the path of Hunter Black, a man who wasn’t used to hearing no. A Dom who sets her heart racing, has her craving his dominance, his touch, his love.
From the moment he meets Cady, Hunter can’t get her out of his mind. He offers her a job to get her off the streets and under his protection. He wants to dominate her, protect her, love her.
Now they just need to overcome their pasts and figure out that happily ever after really does exist.
*Even though this part of a series it can be read on its own
But then circumstances throw her into the path of Hunter Black, a man who wasn’t used to hearing no. A Dom who sets her heart racing, has her craving his dominance, his touch, his love.
From the moment he meets Cady, Hunter can’t get her out of his mind. He offers her a job to get her off the streets and under his protection. He wants to dominate her, protect her, love her.
Now they just need to overcome their pasts and figure out that happily ever after really does exist.
*Even though this part of a series it can be read on its own
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Excerpt from Forever Yours, Sir
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Should have done that the first day I met you.” He took her
bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently.
“You smell so good,” he murmured.
“What, for a homeless person you mean?” she said sharply, trying to regain her senses.
His gaze narrowed, sharpened, the arousal dissipating. That should have made her
happy. She should never have allowed things to go this far. He was an arrogant, egotistical,
Neanderthal who she had no intention of seeing ever again.
So why did she regret the words as soon as she’d spoken them?
“No, that’s not what I meant. And you used to live on the streets. You don’t any longer.”
“Did a mental hospital test too many drugs on you today?” she said. “Just where do I live
now?”
“You’re going to live in a fucking apartment, with four walls around you and a roof over
your head. I’m not going to let you go from my arms back out onto the streets. I’m not going
to spend my nights worrying if you’re cold or hungry or worse. You’re going to take the job,
Cady and you’re going to allow me to take care of you.”
Okay, so there was a part of her that kind of melted at his words. But that part was
buried deep. Because there was no way in hell she would just let him take over her life.
“Put me down.”
“I want your promise. Promise me that you’re coming back to Dallas with me.” His
erection pressed against her and she licked her lips, nearly giving in to her need. But they
didn’t know each other so he couldn’t actually care about her. He wanted to fuck her and
once he’d had his fill, he would kick her to the curb.
Well, she was no whore. That was the one line she hadn’t crossed. That and murder.
Although she was quickly rethinking that stance.
Reaching into the front pocket of her hoodie, she wrapped her hand around the small
cylinder inside.
“I’m not going anywhere with you, Hunter. I’m no charity case and I am definitely no
whore.”
He frowned, a confused look entering his gaze.
She quickly brought the can of pepper spray out. Pressing down on the nozzle, she
sprayed his eyes, wincing at his howl as the pepper spray hit him. He stepped back, releasing
her, his hands coming to his eyes.
Cady watched him guiltily. Then she realized what she was doing. She didn’t know how
long it would take him to recover and she really didn’t want to be here when he did.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, before flying out of the room.
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