“So, you speak French,” I said once we were out of the gorgeous building and the untouchable beings inside. It was like Mount Olympus in there.No response, like usual.“Any others?” Annoyance seeped in. Was it so fucking hard to answer a few simple questions?“About seven.”“Wow. Talented tongue.”He turned and smirked at me. “I thought I proved that the first night.”Fuck.Yes, he did.“You’ve slept with her.” The words were out before I could retract them. His dismissive attitude grated on me.He turned to me. “You picked that up from a kiss?” He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his lips.I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes you are just a regular guy.”“What does that mean?” he asked, his brow scrunching.“That means, duh, asshole. Pretty obvious when she gave your junk a little squeeze at the end there.”The valets opened the car doors and we both slipped in, Six tipping the driver as we did.My arms crossed over my chest, and I stared out the fron
“Are you finished?” Six asked as he reached across the coffee table.I looked up at him as I took another sip of my wine. Glancing down at my plate, there was still half a chicken breast and some cheese and baguette, but I nodded anyway and turned toward the window just in time to see the Eiffel Tower start twinkling in the moonlight.It was late, and I was hoping the wine, which Six ordered, would make it easier to fall asleep. Five days had passed, and I had become very blasé.My spark was gone, or at least hiding. Depression was overpowering everything, and I had no will to do anything. Even sleep eluded me as my mind whirled about nothing. I stared up at the ceiling, blank, unresponsive in the night.It wasn’t me. I wasn’t me.Cracked and broken as I tried not to cry, thinking about everything that was wrong. Accepting that I was already dead inside. Being on my period didn’t help, nor the trip with him to a pharmacy, the hormonal shift making my depression worse.Pur
Six let me have the next afternoon on the beach. Warm sun and sand, salty waters, the whole shebang. Though I had to admit it wasn’t as much fun by myself, even with the rented chairs and umbrella complete with a waiter that brought me a Six-approved fruity drink.Six was simply a guardian, making sure I didn’t pursue my swim to Cuba idea or get carried away by one of the meatheads tanning his over-muscled, over-tanned skin. Glued to his phone, he only left the lounger to get his feet wet in the waves. He even brought his gun with us, stuffed in the beach bag and under his chair.Digby and I had talked multiple times about going to Miami for vacation, but it never happened.“Your burn faded,” Six said the next morning.I turned in front of the mirror to get a look at my back and shoulders. Sure enough, the color had evened out. Though, no matter how tan I got, I still looked burned.By evening, pink had begun to blossom on my skin. Even applying SPF 50 every few hours wasn
There was a constant humming and an occasional bump, but I couldn’t see anything. My eyes were glued shut as I slowly woke up.Based on the ache in my neck and throat that was blossoming into my consciousness, I probably didn’t want to see. As my eyes fluttered open, there was another bump and the humming grew louder, but I couldn’t make out what was in front of me.I was sagged to the side, and as my eyes opened I sat up, cracking my neck and shoulders in the process. It was then my brain aligned with my vision and I saw that we were in the car, driving down some highway.“Whe—“ I reached up and cupped my throat. It was raw, making it hard to talk, and it hurt. “Where are we?” I managed to get out, but it was dry sounding and scratchy, lower than normal.I glanced to Six, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even look at me, just stared straight ahead. It even hurt to swallow, so I pulled down the vanity mirror to check my tonsils. I really hoped I wasn’t coming down with
A day later, Six released the cuff around my ankle. Seemed we’d come to a sort of agreement—I wouldn’t try to run, and he wouldn’t kill me the moment I stepped out of line.For three days I had freedom from the wire. It also meant wherever he went, so did I. Like a shadow, or a woman from the 1950s.“What’s the plan today?” I asked as I toweled off my hair, fresh from the shower.Six was pulling jeans up his legs and stopped.I looked down, confused, then smirked as I tugged one edge of the towel around my body to the side, exposing my hip.His tongue slipped across his lips. “Are you teasing me for a reason?”I shook my head. “You’re the one staring.”He stepped forward, buttoning his jeans as he walked. Reaching out, he brushed the other edge of the towel away and cupped my pussy. He leaned down, lips running up the column of my neck and spreading a heat through me.His fingers pressed against my clit, and I reached out to grab on to his arms.“When we get back…” A h
When Six got the call from Jason, we weren’t too far past Nashville so it was an easy flip around.The motel we pulled up to was an improvement over the usual shitholes Six stayed at. The upkeep was going on, and it didn’t look like meth heads were around. The two-story building was older, but the white paint was in good condition, the roof jet black, and the asphalt had a recent layer added.“Nice motel. I was really starting to get afraid of what STDs I was going to pick up in the cesspools you like,” I said as Six pulled into a parking spot.He threw the car into park and pulled out the key. “Doesn’t matter if you’re dead.”“Yeah, I know, but you would get it too with all the times your cock is inside me.”The muscle in his jaw ticked. “True.”His mood soured after the news of Eight. Pointing that out to him only seemed to incite his grumpy mood. We both got out of the car and moved to the trunk.“You get mad when I look at things differently, don’t you.”“Yes.”“Wh
Waiting to hear from Jason was just as boring as all the previous waits. The only difference being the hotel we found Five in had a much larger television channel selection. That, and Five was entertaining to be around.The night before was a power play, but when Six pulled out and came all over me, I realized what was really going on—he marked his territory. Leaving no room for debate—I was his.Possession was added to the growing list of things I was other than a person. Though something inside me liked the idea of being his.With Six I was able to knock some things off my kink bucket list—it was hot seeing a guy stroke his cock while he watched me get fucked.My bucket list was growing with new things and being checked off almost every day. I didn’t even know I had a kink section of the list until Six.“Are you ever going to tell me what all the numbers mean?” I asked Six from my usual position on the bed. It was a question I was tired of speculating in my own head, esp
The next day, we split off from the others and headed out in search of the missing Killing Corps.“Four of us hunting down three Cleaners and a handler hiding somewhere in the world. Easy.” Five chuckled as we headed out of the hotel room.“Just remember to check in,” Nine said. “We’ll set a meeting place and work our way there once we have everyone.”“And if something happens to one of us?” One asked.“Try not to die,” Six said, giving One a little smirk.She rolled her eyes and gave him a hug before moving on to Five and Nine for hugs as well. It was kinda strange.“You boys are my favorites, so stay alive, okay?”She stopped in front of me. “Goodbye, Lacey.” She held out her hand and after a beat, I took it. “I’m not sorry for who I am or what I’ve said to you, but I am sorry I was intimidated by you and thus treated you poorly. You were right—I won’t see you again and they’ll go back to being mine alone.”She turned and stepped away, leaving me to stare after her, t
Welcome to the Cameo HotelI get what I want.When I walked through the door of the Cameo Hotel I didn’t expect such a beauty to be working the front desk.The effect she has on me is intense, and I make her life a living hell because of it.I love her spirit, her internal defiance when completing the most inane task I assign her. My two week stay has turned into unending, just to be near her.She’s under my every command if she wants to keep me happy.There’s one last thing I want.Her.Find out more hereCocksureA life altering lie, ten years, and one wild night later, the game has changed.NikoMy life is great. I love my job, have awesome friends, and a great family.Women love me, even if they know it’s just for a night.I always thought love at first sight was bullshit. Then she came storming into my life. She tore through my every
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First and foremost… Thank you to everyone for taking a chance on this book and me. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to do what I love.Next up on the thank you train is to my poor, neglected husband. I have left him alone many a night, shut in my office when he got home, so I could work. He’ll never read this, but I love him.My assistant Kaylee who tirelessly worked on graphics and marketing. Stayed up late to talk things out and bounce ideas off each other. Who didn’t get too mad when I constantly teased her.To Dani for supporting Six and for her wicked dream. It made for a badass addition.Carol for allowing me to tease her for weeks on end and giving me great feedback.T for her excellent catches and thought inducing insight. Also, for helping me to make this piece of unbelievable fiction more believable.Vanessa, for understanding that I will never understand some things. And her cohort Manda, for helping me fix things I didn’t
Sooo … This might be cheating as Six was written in 2016 and doing this is new to me, but here goes.If you’re reading this you’ve finished my sociopath. You made it to the end alive!! If you love him, that’s okay, it’s not a bad thing. Many others love him as well. You’re in good company.When I set out to write Six it was to push myself. I wanted dark and gritty and an anti-hero who didn’t soften. Well, Paisley didn’t exactly go along with that whole dark hostage vibe, now did she? Honestly, she had me cracking up. Her snark and sarcasm in the literal face of death had me in tears sometimes.I have to admit, no offense to my other titles (“I love you all!” she says, knowing they’re not real, but she’s getting dirty looks from the characters in her mind) but this was my favorite book to write. Make no mistake, it was hard. It had rough patches, but Lacey and Six were a challenge and so different and interesting. I didn’t hold back. I let it take ever
4 months later…“Wow, Lacey, hungry?” Sue snickered above the small half wall that separated our cubes.I looked up but continued to chomp away on my pretzels, giving a small shrug to my coworker. “Seems to be an hourly thing lately.”She chuckled. “I remember those days.”It was true. In the last few weeks my hunger had kicked in to overdrive. I’d gained five pounds in the last two weeks alone. The second trimester seemed to be making up for the lack of food I was able to consume during the first. If it didn’t slow down, I was going to end up a whale by the time the baby arrived.The thought stopped me, the pretzels suddenly very unappealing. I tossed the bag onto my desk in disgust and frustration.Six didn’t know.I had no way to contact him and hadn’t seen or heard from him since he left.So, there I was, all alone in Florida. Pregnant. Scared out of my damn mind.My family thought I was dead, and it was better that way. Paisley Warren died the moment Six b
After over three hours of driving, a pharmacy stop an hour in, and a vehicle change, we checked into some obscure motel in the middle of nowhere. It was a welcomed sight. We were both tired, hungry, and injured.The moment we were in the door and Six latched it, I was dragging him into the bathroom, pharmacy bag in tow.I sat him down on the toilet and looked him over. His left eye was swollen shut and he was so covered in blood I couldn’t tell where it was coming from or if it was even his.“We need to get this off,” I said as I pulled at his shirt.He blew out a breath and took hold of the hem, his movements stiff. I pulled from the back, working his head through the hole and sliding the rest down his arms.With his shirt gone, I looked over his chest. There was some swelling and some bruises starting to blossom, indicating there might be some broken ribs. By the way Nine was hitting and kicking him, I wouldn’t doubt it. There were no pulled punches.I tried to turn off
I stared into the mirror above the dresser, at my less-than-like-me new haircut, to go with my so-not-me dye job. If my eyes weren’t their normal bright blue, I would seriously question the reflection as being me.But it was me, or rather Lacey.So much had gone on the last few months that my entire twenty-eight years leading up to now seemed like an entire lifetime ago.Paisley Anne Warren lived a lifetime ago.I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mirror, from the changes I’d endured that morphed me into Lacey Collins. But I could hear the life going on in the motel room. The TV spouting some news about something terrible, as they always seemed to do. There was the buzzing of the phone against the wood tabletop—an oddity since Jason’s death. The spray of the shower, and then the squeak of the knob as it turned off.Steam billowed out a minute later as the door opened, but Six didn’t come out. Instead, the next sound that filtered through my ears was another buzzing. My g
By the time we got back to the motel I was chilled to the bone. My teeth wouldn’t stop chattering, and I was dying to get out of my clothes.“I’m going to take a shower,” I said, my voice a bit raw, body sore and sluggish.He didn’t respond, but there was no need. Six wasn’t one for unnecessary conversation, and I knew there was a lot going on in his head.I stripped off my still damp clothes that were covered in salt and sand, and let them fall to the floor as I turned on the water. My skin felt ice cold to the touch.As I stepped in, the warm water felt like it was burning my cool skin. I let the warmth fall over me, roll across my skin, and tried to forget.To forget that Six was betrayed by two of his own, one being his own brother. To forget that we were probably still being hunted, and with a greater ferocity than before.The sound of the shower curtain rings sliding across the rod made me open my eyes. Six stared at me, completely naked, as he climbed in with me. H
When the sun began to set, we got ready. Six double checked the two guns he was going to take and grabbed two full magazines while I armed my jeans with my lip balm.“Where are we meeting him?” I asked as I slipped on my flats.He held the door open as I walked through. The car was parked right in front of the room.Once out of the parking lot and on the road, he finally answered me. “Up the coastal highway, past Santa Barbara. There’s an abandoned restaurant.”“Why was it abandoned?” I wasn’t really expecting a response, just curious.In true Six fashion, he ignored me. Instead, he kept his eyes glued to the dark pavement.Once out of L.A. and past the Santa Barbara area, the traffic decreased and it became pitch black. The exception was the moon shining onto the great expanse of the ocean to our left, leaving a streak of light on the water.It was an amazing view, the beam extending for miles. There were a few lights from boats, but otherwise it was empty.After about