Novels by DameButterfly

Honey found herself taking steps two at the time as she made her way up the staircase that lead to the elegant penthouse that she called home. The late hour and darkness that made it hard to see beyond her nose didn't lessen the spring in her step. The spring had less to do with spending the last three hours with Don (not that the man wasn't a good time) but more to do with the sandy-haired stranger. The boy came back. Precisely as she had expected he would. One kiss was all it took, and she had already started to draw him in. Honey tossed her keys into the bowl by the door and kicked her shoes off inside the front door. She barely remembered to latch the deadbolt as she went to the kitchen. Her mind was too full of cotton candy kisses and soft green eyes to focus on much else. It had only been one short kiss, but she hadn't been able to get the taste out of her mouth.She pulled a shot glass from one of the cupboards and grabbed the bourbon from the liquor cabinet. 3 a.m. wasn't th

A kiss. One of the sweetest treasures in the world. Especially when both parties were into it.Something so simple and delicate could transport someone to a magical land. Whether it was electric sparks and wildfires or cotton candy and unicorns, it was always addictive and intoxicating. It doesn't have to be anyone special, just as long as they are into it and know how to use their lips. At least for Honey, that always was the case. Until a sandy-haired puppy came along. Long lashes fluttered open as amber orbs glanced up through hooded eyes. He was into it, wasn't he? The look of pure bliss and the scent of lust confirmed as much for her. As did the way Don devoured her mouth with his tongue. She could hardly breathe when she released her dark red abused lips, yet her mind was miles away even as he caught her gaze.So why wasn't it there? That pleasurable spark sent tingles down to the heels of her shoes. "What are you thinking so hard about right now?" The words spoken in an allu

Miguel didn't anticipate that the mafia boss would still be hanging around when he reached the location Sinclair sent to him. He never hung around unless there was something else going on... Miguel felt his hands involuntarily tighten around the steering wheel as David turned to face him. His amber eyes reflected a hard-to-read emotion as the car's headlights reflected off them. Did someone tell him to expect his right-hand man to be coming? Sinclair surely wouldn't be that stupid. The right-hand man was quick to shut off the car to avoid blinding the other. It didn't however before he noticed the blood covering the other's clothes. Shit... How bad had it been this time? "You know, if I didn't know any better, I would think you were keeping tabs on me." Miguel hardly had a chance to step out of the car before the mafia boss tossed something at him. It was hard to see it in the dark but the right-hand man caught it without fail. The weight of it told him that his boss had already c

SinMiguel didn’t know if he had made the right or wrong choice to always keep tabs on his boss. His nervous fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the steering wheel as his eyes shifted between the warehouse to the dashboard clock.Did something happen? Not likely. It was David, after all. The devil himself wouldn’t have been able to stand much of a chance against the mafioso. Yet, Miguel didn’t feel right leaving the other on his own knowing he’d gone to go take care of business without telling anyone else.Thirty minutes feel like an eternity as minutes continue moving along in silence. The brunette adjusted the glasses on his face, a nervous habit as he strained his ears to listen through the static dark silence. The silence was supposed to be soothing. Wherever David was involved though… silence was a strong indication that death was taking place somewhere in the near vicinity. One didn’t need to spend more than two minutes around the dark mafia king to realize this. Death followed the

Honey did precisely what she said she would. The tall blonde put on the best show in the way she only knew how. She didn't care if it was Don or anyone else who to enjoy it, her only goal was to attract the sandy-haired stranger.A man who, despite her best efforts, continued to remain untouched by Honey's charm. At least from the outside. He hardly moved from sitting facing forward at the bar, sipping on only his second gin and tonic. His gaze was hidden behind shaggy bags as his head remained slightly downward. What could be more interesting than the woman trying to catch his attention?Honey didn't lose her cool, however. If anything, the hard-to-get, indifferent behavior from the other only spurred her on to go further. Perhaps a little too far, as his companions would later inform her.The club was almost at total capacity that night, which provided an excellent audience for the tall blonde to pick from. The larger the crowd, the more money would end up in the owner's pocket by t

Honey's fingers tapped absently on the side of the glass. Two weeks. Her gaze briefly flickered to the glass of alcohol on the table before returning to the bar. Two weeks and nothing had happened yet.The blonde tossed the remaining amber liquid back and let out a low hiss as the back of her throat burned.Honey had quickly let the bar once again become her second home. Her fascination with the potential of a new took consumed the rational side of her brain. Her friends joked about her being obsessive. 'Who knew one person who didn't give her immediate attention could cause this.' Jenny made a joke first, but everyone else quickly followed in. Honey rolled her eyes and bullied them into buying her drinks. It wasn't an obsession. She could still sleep at night, after all. Deep fascination was the better word for it. The deep ever-growing fascination for an odd little puppy. One who came almost every night to drink but hardly ever spoke or talked with anyone. "He has to be able to