Lynked by
Bethany-Kris
A full length contemporary erotic romance
From Publisher: Crimson Romance
He’d give up everything to keep her, in fact he did. But
will she still be waiting on the other side when it’s over?
When a fighter’s path crosses with a beautiful
woman, he’s positive the meeting will only end in her leaving his penthouse
with sex hair and a smile—until life and the law steps in, inevitably linking
their futures forever.
The accident that ended his fighting career wasn’t enough to keep former heavyweight mixed martial arts champion Devon Lynk out of the sport. His new business, Chaine Lynk, an exclusive fighting company, has made him millions through illegal gambling. Happy with his life, he never suspected it could be his downfall ... until the morning after leads to something so much more than he expected, and he’s left with the weight of guilt and responsibility on his shoulders.
Veronica “Nic” Stacey made her way to Edmonton with the intention of starting life anew, but her first night in the city lands her in a stranger’s bed and things don’t quite go as planned. Waking up to find out her brother is in jail is one thing, but learning the man she slept with is also his boss is another matter altogether. With no knowledge of the city and nowhere to go, she’s left taking the only help offered: Devon’s.
With Chaine Lynk’s doors closed and Devon facing possible jail time for his involvement, reality takes a front row seat. Love and lust intermingle as he comes to learn what his business and choices have cost the girl he wants most—now he just has to fix it. But is it already too late?
The accident that ended his fighting career wasn’t enough to keep former heavyweight mixed martial arts champion Devon Lynk out of the sport. His new business, Chaine Lynk, an exclusive fighting company, has made him millions through illegal gambling. Happy with his life, he never suspected it could be his downfall ... until the morning after leads to something so much more than he expected, and he’s left with the weight of guilt and responsibility on his shoulders.
Veronica “Nic” Stacey made her way to Edmonton with the intention of starting life anew, but her first night in the city lands her in a stranger’s bed and things don’t quite go as planned. Waking up to find out her brother is in jail is one thing, but learning the man she slept with is also his boss is another matter altogether. With no knowledge of the city and nowhere to go, she’s left taking the only help offered: Devon’s.
With Chaine Lynk’s doors closed and Devon facing possible jail time for his involvement, reality takes a front row seat. Love and lust intermingle as he comes to learn what his business and choices have cost the girl he wants most—now he just has to fix it. But is it already too late?
Read an Excerpt:
“What is your name, pretty
girl?”
*
Something sinful crawled over
every nerve Nic had in the best way at the voice in her ear. She couldn’t not
respond to the hand suddenly holding tight to her waist. The heat of the man’s
palm soaked straight through the fabric of her dress and seeped into her skin
in the best way. She swore it travelled over her flesh with a tingling dance
that had her burning hot instantly. Shooting him with a simpering grin, Nic
turned her head just enough to check him out.
Tall and well dressed with
broad shoulders, a muscled frame, and hazel eyes that seemed to pierce right
into her soul, Nic was stunned for a second. The dark color of his skin stood
out against the cream color of her dress and his fingers tightened, making her
breath catch. Handsome was an understatement. This man was downright gorgeous
in a way that made her pulse pick up and her sex ache.
There was a faint grin
playing on his full lips and her gaze was drawn down to his hand still holding
firm to her waist like it belonged there. No one had so blatantly approached
her like he had throughout the night, not to mention physically touched her.
Actually, this man was the
first to ever do that at all and not get an instant rejection.
Maybe it should have bothered
Nic, but instead she found herself curious as to why he had approached her.
After all, she hadn’t been actively trying to invite attention her way.
“Your name?” he asked again.
The roughness in his voice
was almost mesmerizing. The flecks of green in his eyes seemed to dance under
the lights, sparkling with suggestion and want.
“Nic.”
“What are your plans in the
next five minutes?”
Nic turned to look back at
the fight. The man did the same, watching as Jordan locked down hard to his
opponent, pinning him to the mat with a chokehold that looked like it must have
hurt. She’d thought seeing Jordan fight would turn her inside out with worry,
but instead, Nic only found herself proud.
Maybe making the choice to
come to Alberta had been the right one after all. Change was supposed to be a
good thing, right?
“That depends,” she finally
answered.
“On what?”
Once more, she met his gaze,
feeling his hand gripping tightly to her waist and wanting to become lost in
just the sensation of that action alone. Nic could feel her body wanting to
press harder into his grip. Never had her insides reacted so strongly to
another person. He didn’t let up a bit. Haze yielded behind them, tapping out
hard against the mat. People started to cheer as their hands hit the cage.
Jordan’s name rang out in the crowd louder and louder.
“On that.”
Her brother won.
The tuition was all but paid
now.
Do something different. Those words rung in her mind like a toll
bell.
What would it hurt to go home with this man? Nic wondered. Who would know
what she had done? There wouldn’t be a soul to say anything bad. There would be
no one judging her like they did back home. He clearly wasn’t a fighter if his
clothing and attitude were any indication, so she was still following along
with her brother’s only request.
What could it really hurt?
Nothing. She was grown. Jordan would be celebrating his win. A single phone
call to let him know she was fine would be enough until the morning.
“Come home with me,” he said,
his eyes seeming to search hers for any sign of indecision.
Nic laughed an airy sound. “I
don’t even know you.”
“I don’t bite.”
“Maybe I’d like that,
though.”
“All right, I bite a little,”
he teased.
She could easily say no, but
she didn’t want to. That should have scared her. Whatever influence this man
seemed to have on her was one she hadn’t experienced before. Nic was the
rational one; a person who didn’t make irresponsible choices that would shine
her in a bad light. Straight and narrow; white as a dove. Whoever this man was,
he made her want to jump headfirst into the filth of sin without even thinking
of possible consequences.
“Married?” he asked.
“Nope.”
“Escort?” The face she made
must have given away how she felt about that comment. “Sorry,” he said.
Again, his mouth came
dangerously close to her face, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. Heat
saturated Nic all over again and she shivered. Who was this man? She didn’t
even care that his name had yet to be uttered. She wet her tongue with her
lips.
“Come home with me,” he
repeated, his voice turning down to a husky tone.
Nic bit her lip, her eyebrow
rising in contemplation. “You’ll get me home in the morning?”
“In a private jet if you
want, sweetheart; just say yes.”
“Yes.”
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About the author:
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and
mother of two young sons, two cats, and two dogs. Between playing children,
barking dogs, snuggling cats, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is
nearly always writing something…when she can find the time.
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