These assassins have really gotten a hold on me. I can’t wait till they all have their happily ever after. How did I get here, giving happy endings to assassins?
Initially I was looking to find love for a bad boy. Assassins aren’t usually the hero. They’re the villain. But I wanted to change all that. These four men came to me almost instantly. In no time, I had bits of each of their stories. I knew I had to write it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly on these men who want to save the lives of those who can’t get the help they so desperately need, whose lives are in immediate danger.
Now that I’ve pulled that string, I see a whole mess of stories. Once I tell the stories of these four men, more will come. Great things are in store. I can’t wait to experience it all. <3
Unexpected Destiny
Assassins and Sweethearts Series
by S.J. Maylee
Contemporary Erotic Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 978-1-77233-978-9
Elizabeth Martin thought she had her happily ever after, until her husband mysteriously disappeared. Aidan Clery is a skilled assassin-for-hire who wants nothing more than to find the love of his life. Fate throws Liz in his path and everything is perfect, except Aidan just won the contract on her life.
The truth surrounding Liz’s estranged husband takes the pair on a dangerous journey. Nothing in their lives will ever be the same. Destiny may be unexpected but it will be up to Aidan and Liz to discover the truth and claim their real happily ever after.
Be Warned: light BDSM, bondage, anal play
Where you can find UNEXPECTED DESTINY
Excerpt:
Aidan turned off the faucet and caught the reflection of those gorgeous
brown eyes in the mirror.
“Oops. Wrong door,” said his girl as she turned around.
“I can share.” He could handle the surveillance later. This woman
deserved his attention.
She stopped and turned around. “Okay then.” She took a step toward
him. “You know what? I should have asked for confirmation earlier.” Her gaze
was full of mischief.
“You’re right. You should have asked.” He took a hold of her hand
and pulled her close. “I sure would like to see that tiny scrap of lace.” And
just like that his night got infinitely better.
She stopped her forward movement when their chests were a mere inch
apart. A nice rosy blush heated her cheeks. He kept hold of her hand while her
other played with the lapel of his dark leather jacket. “I can’t believe I’m
doing this.”
“You need to get back to your friends?”
“Yes, but…” She licked her bottom lip. “Maybe I could stay here for
a few minutes.”
“At least a few.” He tapped the bottom of her chin. “How about you
start by telling me your name?”
“Liz.” Her gaze met his and he wanted time to stop. Something about
the lonely look in her eyes called to him to not let her get away. She shifted
closer. “Who are you?”
He pushed his finger over her waistband, rubbing her hipbone. “I’m Aidan.”
He squeezed the hand he still held. Her soft body relaxed against his.
“I should probably go. I need to get my friends home.”
“I don’t think you should go anywhere.” He brushed his nose against
hers.
A delicious moan slipped from her lips. “I don’t want to leave but
I need to make sure they get home safely.”
“It’s nice of you to look out for them.” Damn, she smelled good. It
was lilacs or roses or something.
“I’d rather stay here with you.” She leaned in and their lips
almost met. “My friends are always right. I should have gone out with them
months ago.”
“Stay a few more minutes.” He caressed over her hips to her round
ass. Hot tension filled his thoughts. Forget a few more minutes, he’d take all
night and then some to explore this beautiful woman.
“More.” She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip.
A second later, the door opened. “Lizzy, we got to go. Emily isn’t
feeling well.”
She dropped her head to his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around
her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Lizzy.” The woman held the door open. “You’re
right. He is cute. Bring him with you. Emily won’t mind.”
“She’ll be right out,” he said. Once the friend left the bathroom,
he brushed her hair behind her shoulders and stroked her back.
“I feel like I’m cursed.”
“You and me both, sweetheart.” He didn’t let her go.
“Well.” She looked up at him from under her long, dark lashes.
“It’s not what I had in mind but would you help me with my friends?” The soft
tone of her voice had him imagining how she’d purr if he made her come. “I
think I might be the only one sober and they can be a bit much to wrangle into
a cab. They live north in Edgewater and then we could do something, maybe go
back to my place.” She worried her poor bottom lip once more.
“I’d like that.” He squeezed her ass. “Sure. I’ll help, Lizzy.” He
tugged on her hair. Then he’d help himself to more of her.S.J. MAYLEE BIO:
When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.
As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.
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