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He wanted Ellie so much it scared him. #MWTease from #romance #suspense July release @HotInkBooks

#MWTease is from 'Finding Love: Incident at the Candy Apple'
July 1 release from Hot Ink Press
dark romance/erotic, romantic suspense
Jake’s a member of an elite club, the Candy Apple. Years ago, it used to be a gentlemen’s club, but now it caters for other needs. When he first sees Ellie sitting alone at one of the tables near the dance floor, he makes it his business to find out about her.
Jake’s enchanted by Ellie. He wants to give her what she needs.
Ellie takes him up on the offer.
The trouble is, Ellie’s needs will shock Jake and set him on a quest to find her, when after a night of passion and rescue, she slips away into the night.
Finding Love–a contemporary, erotic romance/suspense with a twist of darkness and an HEA.
What would you do to find love?
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He wanted Ellie so much it scared him. He wanted her to need and trust him, to let him give her the sex she must want since she frequented Candy Apple, a sex club. He knew he’d become obsessed with her. It’s because she’s a mystery. Tonight he was going to approach her. He’d waited long enough.
A couple he knew passed him on their way to a private room. Jake nodded in a silent greeting. The aroma of coffee filled his head as the door to the small cafĂ© in the club swung open—and she was there. The light from behind her displayed the delightful contours of her body beneath the scrap of fabric that was her dress. Her long nut-brown hair shone pale in the glow before the door closed behind her.
She passed him as she went to the small area where a number of tables were arranged.
He savored the sight of her shapely thighs as her dress swished high around them when she walked. He imagined stroking along each thigh to the curve of her ass. He wondered if she liked toys. He could show her how to reach such heights of pleasure with a vibrator buzzing on her lubed clit. What is she waiting for, he asked himself, as he glanced her way and saw her take a seat at a table.
He knew that sometimes she’d watch as other couples used the area to pet, to kiss, to ready each other for fucking. Maybe she’s a voyeur. The sex club accommodated many sexual practices. Swingers and couples simply looking to spice up their relationship used the place as well as those people rigidly following a lifestyle. They accessed the special rooms in the dungeon of the club, a place Jake had never been. He wasn’t a member of the Candy Apple Dungeon.
The club was filling up as Jake waited. One of the owners opened the doors to the dance floor and secured them with metal hooks in the eyelets attached to the wall. A series of still photographs were projected onto the huge white wall on one side of the room. They were pretty and sexy shots of pouting lips, bare asses, stocking tops, with the occasional soft porn pose thrown in to add an element of sexual surprise.
Jake stood and walked to where Ellie sat. 
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Hot Ink Press 
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She doesn't know he's followed her #romanticsuspense danger for #MWTease @evernightpub


Driving down the coast to the cabin, Michelle’s thoughts tumbled around. I couldn’t let him come. What if the place is trashed? How would I explain that? How would I get the diamonds? No, I had to do that. Dominic, darling sweet Dominic, I’m sorry …

She entered the track to the cabin and pulled up alongside it as usual. Driven by the need to get back to Dominic and make things right, Michelle grabbed the cabin key, and left her purse on the floor. She left the car keys in the dash and ran around to the door of the cabin. This will only take a couple of minutes.

Michelle unlocked the door and dashed into the cabin. She came to a stop as she registered the disarray, then walked rapidly into the kitchen. Things were moved around, but it didn’t look as if the intruder had opened the freezer. A chair was tipped over, saucepans and crockery were out of the cupboards, but not broken. They’d been placed on the work surfaces. Michelle was about to check the freezer when she was grabbed from behind.

Strong arms gripped her, keeping her arms clamped to her sides. She bucked backwards trying to break the hold. Her attacker left one arm around her, and grabbed her around the throat with the other hand. He jerked her head back and talked in her ear.
“Stop struggling. I don’t want to hurt you. Where’s the guy who lives here?”

Michelle winced as he grabbed her hair and pulled hard. “That hurts. I don’t know... I-I was just renting the place for a vacation.”

The man bundled her against the wall and thrust his knee between her legs. He pushed her head against the wall. Her face was squashed against the cool white plaster. His forearm trapped her as he pressed it onto the middle of her back.
He doesn’t want me to see him.

“I’m serious. It will get nasty if you keep lying. I saw you together. It was obvious you knew each other well. Where are the diamonds and the painting?” He knocked her head against the wall with considerable force.

Pain shot across her forehead. She muttered. “I have no idea what he did with the stuff.”
She heard a gruff sound close by her ear. The man’s aftershave was potent and she felt nauseated.

“We’ll see what you mean to him, shall we?”
He turned her in one violent move, grabbed her hands, slapped on handcuffs, and pulled her by the hair to sit on the nearest upright chair. He wound her hair around one hand and with the other he brought a cell phone out of his jacket pocket and used his thumb to call someone.


Michelle waited, her gaze fixed on his face. It’s the assistant, Probert’s assistant, the other client … Johnson. If he’s trying to call Connor, the burner’s destroyed … hell. She squirmed under the punishing sting as the man yanked at her hair. 

©Elodie Parkes Evernight Publishing  November 2015
New from Evernight Publishing, erotic romance, suspense, intrigue, and a gorgeous love story
4 and a half stars from Manic Readers
At thirty-two Dominic Carr thinks it’s time he met a girl he could love. He’s tired and jaded from his high power job, and hoping that this summer’s vacation will be refreshing. When he sees Michelle Vega in the art gallery of a harbor town he visits, her long legs in pink couture shorts grab his attention.

Michelle Vega has everything to hide except her beauty and her instant attraction to Dominic. She’s not on vacation as she visits the gallery—more like on business.

When Michelle’s business takes a dangerous twist Dominic finds he’s pulled into a perilous situation.
Will this be a test of his love or the finish of it?
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How soothing can an orange Popsicle be? #MFRWHooks #teaser #romanticsuspense



Her head ached. Her stomach churned and hot tears stung behind her eyes. She swallowed them down.

Johnson was back. He took the handcuff from the steering wheel and replaced it on her wrists, but then he put an orange Popsicle into her hand.
“It’ll help the lip.”

Stunned by this, Michelle muttered. “Thanks.”
She held the Popsicle against her cheekbone, and its white paper wrapper crackled. She tried to pull it off.


Before he started the car, Johnson, reached over and slid the wrapping off the fruit ice. He stuffed it in the door compartment and drove off.

Hook from, An Unusual Vacation, Evernight Publishing, 2015
New from Evernight Publishing, erotic romance, suspense, intrigue, and a gorgeous love story
4 and a half stars from Manic Readers
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At thirty-two Dominic Carr thinks it’s time he met a girl he could love. He’s tired and jaded from his high power job, and hoping that this summer’s vacation will be refreshing. When he sees Michelle Vega in the art gallery of a harbor town he visits, her long legs in pink couture shorts grab his attention. 

Michelle Vega has everything to hide except her beauty and her instant attraction to Dominic. She’s not on vacation as she visits the gallery—more like on business.

When Michelle’s business takes a dangerous twist Dominic finds he’s pulled into a perilous situation.

Will this be a test of his love or the finish of it?

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He wakes to find her snuggled against him #ScintillatingSunday from October @EvernightPub release, #romanticsuspense 'An Unusual Vacation'

This weeks 8 scintillating sentences are from
 'An Unusual Vacation' 
set to release from Evernight this October

Dominic surfaced from sleep later than he normally would. Total happiness filled his heart as he felt Michelle alongside him, her hand on his hip. This is so great. I can’t ever remember sex being so good. The second I kiss her, I want to sink my cock in that wet little pussy of hers. A sigh escaped him. He closed his eyes to better recall the way it felt when he thrust into her. His cock, already with a morning erection, pulsed. 
© Elodie Parkes Evernight Publishing 2015
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For #teaserTuesday a snippet from soon to be released Siren publishing #shifter #suspense 'Wolf Bond' Eden gets tough

#TeaserTuesday from romantic paranormal suspense releasing October and November from Siren

Eden used a fierce tone. “Guess what buddy, I’ve decided to spare your life, but only if you fuck the hell off as fast as you can back to wherever you came from. Make up some story as to why another hunter stole your prey, and your dog, or forget the whole thing. It’s not like you want to tell this tall tale at the next branch dinner. The keys are on the passenger seat. There’s another hunter with a sniper rifle and the sight aimed at your head. If you take this blindfold off before five minutes are up you’re dead. I reckon myself to be one of the best hunters around, and if I hear any tales being bandied around about this incident, or the woman you fuckwits mistook for a wolf, I’ll hunt you down and slit your throat. Oh, and by the way, I took a look at your driver’s license and I know where you live. Never come back. Get it?”
© Elodie Parkes 2015 Siren Publishing

From WIP 'An Unusual Vacation' Contemporary erotic romance with a twist of #suspense #MWTease #amwriting

From WIP An Unusual Vacation
Contemporary erotic romance with a twist of suspense

Waterlilies Claude Monet 1916, from http://www.wikiart.org/en/claude-monet/water-lilies-40

#MWTease
        An hour later, Dominic left the Monet exhibition, and wandered along to the top room of the art gallery. He saw the young woman the moment he reached the top of the stairs. She sat part way down the left hand side on one of the blue benches. Dominic couldn’t tear his gaze away as he edged closer to where she sat.


       She wore a pale-pink, suit jacket and her glossy chestnut hair fell down her back almost to her waist. Her lightly tanned legs were bare and she wore bright pink, high-heeled pumps. Dominic couldn’t see a skirt. Intrigued, he stopped at the painting adjacent to the one she sat in front of, and cast a secret glance at her. Shorts, mmm, she’s beautiful.


      He passed behind the bench trying to ascertain if she wore a wedding ring. Luck gave him a perfect opportunity as she moved her hair from her face, giving him a delightful view of a naked wedding band finger and her lovely profile. Dominic’s heart raced. Surprise at his reaction to the young woman gripped him and he walked rapidly across the width of the gallery to stand before an ocean scene and try to collect his swirling thoughts.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 

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Romantic suspense on the blog as Athena Daniels tours with new Evernight release 'Desperate'






‘He was everything she needs and everything she can never have.’

Meticulous planning sees Ivy half way across the world, with a new identity.  But Blake is no ordinary ex-husband, he is a corrupt private investigator with links to London’s underworld. 

Eric Prescott, a handsome and successful property developer knows Ivy is hiding something, and from someone.  At first Eric only wants to help, but soon finds himself falling for this beautiful woman with the haunted eyes. In one night of explosive passion, Ivy finally gives in.  And discovers love, the way it’s meant to be.

Ivy finally dares to believe she is free, but soon faces losing all that she has come to love the day when her ex-husband is released from jail. She knows it is only a matter of time before he will return to serve the full force of his deadly vengeance. 

Excerpt:

At precisely seven o’clock, the intercom sounds, and I press the button allowing access to the inner building. I cross the room to unlock the latches on the front door, leaving it slightly ajar.
Dashing back into my bedroom, I grab my clutch, phone and lip gloss. Quickly, I apply a light spray of my favorite perfume. When I return to the lounge, the front door is closed but the room is empty.
The picture on the wall is now hanging straight.
My heart gallops irregularly in my chest as I realize I didn’t check that it was Eric before I pressed the button.
Could Blake be here?
Breathe. In … out … in … out. I order myself to calm. The horror of my marriage with Blake returns in a single, sickening rush. What will he do when he finds me?
“Hello?” I call out, but my voice is raspy, barely a whisper.
I desperately hope for Eric’s easygoing greeting to ring out, but there is nothing but silence. My blood runs cold, and I can’t breathe.
My mobile slips from my shaking fingers. The thud as it hits the floor startles me out of shock, and I bend down to retrieve my phone. My lifeline.
Gripping my bag tightly, I estimate there are ten steps to the door. Silently I take the first few steps. On my fifth step, a shadow moves to my left, and I bolt the last distance and fling the door open with enough force that it bounces off the wall. I run to the elevator instead of the stairs, hoping it will be faster.
I jab frantically at the button. The screen indicates it has just left the ground floor.
“Ivy!”
It’s not going to arrive in time. I bounce up and down on the spot. Do I have time to take the stairs?
I’ll have to run past my front door to get there. Can I even run down the stairs in these shoes? I won’t have time to take them off; they have tiny buckles. Irrational thoughts flood through my mind, and I imagine myself stumbling and falling down the stairwell, only to land in a crumpled heap at the bottom.            
Hurry up, damn it. The elevator has reached the second floor. There are six more to go.
Perhaps I should take the stairs?
“Ivy.” The voice permeates the fog of panic in my mind. It doesn’t sound like a sword being drawn out of a scabbard, sending cold shivers down my spine. It sounds soothing, like a cup of warm chocolate. The voice is calling for Ivy, not Sarah.
My mind blanks, and slowly, I turn towards the voice. The elevator rings, signaling its arrival. I can escape now. I look at Eric’s concerned face and realize there is no need to run. He puts a bottle of wine and a glass down on the ground just inside my apartment door and stands in front of me, grasping my shoulders.
“Ivy, are you okay? What is it?”
I realize how I must appear, like a wild animal that has just been through the throes of a chase from a predator. Eric pulls me to him in a powerful crush.
“Jesus, you are shaking like a leaf.” He runs a hand up and down my back, and I can hear his heartbeat, strong, calm, and reassuring through his chest.
Relief that Eric is here and not Blake, hits me with a powerful rush. Pulling away, I try to stand, but my knees wobble then buckle beneath me. When I hit the cold floor, I start to cry from the reminder that this is still far from over.
I still live with extreme fear that Blake will find me. And of what will happen when he does.
Strong arms lift me and through my sobs, and I hear the door shut. Finally, I begin to quiet enough to hear his soft, soothing words murmuring against my hair.
As my strength begins to return, I wriggle out of his arms. “Did you straighten that picture?” I demand.
Eric shrugs. “It was crooked.”
“Well, don’t … just don’t touch my things, all right?”
“Okay.” His face falls, and I immediately feel bad. He can’t possibly know that every day for years I lived with Blake’s obsessive compulsion to have things absolutely straight, and ordered the way he wanted it, right down to the cutlery in the drawer and the type of food we kept in the fridge.
I glance uneasily over to the vertical strip on the kitchen blind, and a shiver rolls down my spine. I still think I would have noticed it at some point before tonight. I have been living here for months now.
I can’t shake an instinctual feeling that he has been here, and it’s what caused my apparent over-reaction tonight. No matter how hard I try I can’t dislodge the thick and heavy sense of foreboding that has settled over me.
“Can you tell me what put that look of terror on your face and caused you to run for your life just now?”
My eyes take in the bottle of wine and empty glass on the floor. I realize Eric probably went straight to the kitchen when he arrived, casually straightening the picture on his way past. I cringe at how I must appear to him.
“You thought it was him. You thought he found you.” It wasn’t a question, but I nod anyway, not trusting myself to speak past the constriction in my throat.
“And the picture, straightening it is something he would do.”
Once again, I nod yes, and tears roll silently and unchecked down my cheeks.
“Oh Eric, I am so sorry.” A huge sob escapes, resounding loudly in the small room. I look away as embarrassment heats my cheeks.
“Sweet Jesus, what has that bastard done to you?”

 Evernight Heat Level:            3
 Warnings:                   Bondage


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Athena Daniels is the pseudonym of a wife, mother and business partner who takes any opportunity she can get to disappear into the world of fantasy.  When not reading she writes romantic suspense.  Hot, steamy romance where complicated and damaged characters are thrown together in suspenseful drama. 
One day, she hopes to fulfil her dream to write full time.  In the meantime, she hopes you enjoy her debut novel, Desperate.  If you follow the scent of coffee and chocolate, you will find her busy working on the sequel. Desperate: The Price of Freedom. 
The first novel of a new series, Sage will be coming in 2015.  It’s a steamy romantic suspense with a paranormal twist.



Release day for The Score, from author Bethany-Kris, romantic suspense, thriller


The Score
The Russian Guns, Book Three
by Bethany-Kris
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense, Organized Crime
Length: Full length, 90k+

In the mess of love and life, nothing and no one is left untouched.

After everything the Russian mob boss Anton Avdonin has done to keep his family safe from the dangers of the world surrounding them, he never thought it would come down to this. The officials are knocking, the charges are piling, his wife is hurting, and they’re facing a fate he never thought to consider. He didn’t just make one mistake … no, he made many. It’s time to answer for them all.

Viviana “Vine” Avdonin is stuck watching the life she adores crumble around her. Bad decisions have led to terrible consequences in more ways than one. She doesn’t have time to recover from one devastating tragedy that leaves her shattered before the next one is crushing down, too. Saving her husband from a life sentence might be the easiest thing she has to do when her own misdeeds are staring her in the face.

Together, Anton and Viviana have survived more than once, but this path will be by far, the hardest they’ve ever walked. Sometimes they have to walk it alone … because forgiveness isn’t always black and white and love can be blurred by pain. With the blissful ignorance gone and the blinders removed, how much of themselves will they have to sacrifice to come out on top one last time?

When everyone has a score to settle, it’s hard to notice the person causing the most heartache is the one staring back in the mirror. 
*Please Note: The Score is not a standalone title. The first books in the Russian Guns series (The Arrangement, followed by The Life) should be read first*

Final installment in The Russian Guns
Sequel to The Life
Published: October 27th, 2014
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Anton flinched, disgust filling him to the brim. This whole situation was horrible, and he felt dirty with ten grimy fingers pointing straight at his guilty chest.
“Well, aside from firing her, there’s not much I can—”
Anton didn’t get to finish his sentence. A loud bang and shouted orders rang out in the downstairs of the club. The tinkling sounds of canisters popping along the empty floor echoed up to their spot. There was no denying what was happening downstairs.
“Fuck,” Ivan muttered.
Instantly, Anton was off his office chair, ignoring the gun he knew was in the desk, and the information of a shipment, never mind the laptop he should have tried to somehow destroy. No, instead, the only thing he could think of was the little boy on the floor with wide blue eyes and terrified, reaching for his father.
“Papa?” Demyan cried.
“Shhh, little man,” Anton whispered.
In his arms, he held his son tighter and turned his back to the door of the office. It seemed like only milliseconds, but his mind was running a million miles a minute. Anton couldn’t begin to understand why the officials would be raiding his club. His guys certainly hadn’t been given any indication and they’d all been pretty quiet.
Demyan’s shaking increased as the shouts down below became louder. “It’s okay, Demyan, it’s okay. Papa’s here.”
The sounds of a dozen or more pairs of boots pounding up the metal staircase ratcheted up Anton’s nerves to a breaking point.
“Anton …” Ivan started to say. “Anton, give me your son!”
The hardest thing Anton ever had to do, next to walking out of his house that morning knowing his wife’s heart was breaking, was hand his trembling, scared, and crying son off to another man. It was safer for Demyan, though.
No doubt, they weren’t there for Ivan.
Anton watched Ivan curl a fighting Demyan into his chest as he got to his knees on the floor and automatically put his hands behind his head. The less threatening he seemed at their entrance, the less likely they were to cause him harm, never mind his son seeing it.
“Demyan, it’s okay,” Anton repeated when the first kick to the door landed with a solid thump. The second and third only followed louder, harder. “Hide his face, Ivan!”
When the door finally broke, it wasn’t a second before Anton found himself face down on the floor, his son’s cries overtaking all other sounds. Cuffs tightened around his wrists to an almost painful point, but Anton refused to show it. A boot landed hard between his shoulder blades, keeping him pinned to the floor even though he wasn’t fighting.
“Papa!”
“Anton Daniil Avdonin, you’re under arrest for the murder of Sonny Carducci, Tatiana Belov, Sergei Belov …”

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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother of two young sons, two cats, and two dogs. Between barking dogs, snuggling cats, playing children, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

The Life by +Bethany-Kris Bragdon 
Sequel to The Arrangement The Russian Guns, Book Two 
Release Date: August 4th, 2014 



The mafia life is a dangerous one revolving around honor, duty, and greed—a troublesome thing like love isn’t meant to play a part, but no one follows the rules. 

Surrounded by men waiting for the Russian mob boss to show weakness, Anton Avdonin should have known showering affection so openly on his new bride wasn’t a good idea. Of course, that didn’t stop him. When Anton’s wife begins attracting unwanted attention from an unknown source, he’s determined to find out just who is playing the risky game and put a stop to it by whatever means necessary. 

From a Cosa Nostra princess to a Bratva queen, Viviana “Vine” Avdonin was made for the life. Pregnant, safe, and loved, she’s more than happy to move on from the history that haunts her to start out fresh. Then again, someone else has other plans. Old rivals from the past and bad blood from the present have mixed in the worst way, threatening to take away the things Viviana loves the very most. No matter what, she can’t let that happen. 

Both Viviana and Anton know there’s only one way this can all end and it’s up to them to do it. But, who is behind the veiled threats and personal attacks, and how far are they willing to go to get what they want? When the truth finally surfaces, the consequences will be devastating and no one could have seen it coming. 

In a life where everybody plays for keeps and no one fights fair, one mistake might cost them everything. 

*Please Note, The Life is not a standalone title. The first book in The Russian Guns series (The Arrangement) should be read before the second book*







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Anton rested back to the headboard to catch his breath and brought his wife closer to his side with one arm. Not bothering to make any attempt to leave his sweaty grasp, Viviana laid a soft kiss to his arm as his hand rubbed up her naked side.
After falling into bed around three in the morning once Erik and Ivan were gone, Anton was woken up by his wife not a couple of hours later. It wasn’t like her to be up so early, never mind wanting to fuck like they had, given the new pressure and pain she’d been experiencing in the mornings. Anton had no idea what came over Viviana, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to complain.
Their coupling had been rough—rougher than he liked given her stage of pregnancy. But even when he tried to slow them down, to take her softer, Viviana wouldn’t have it. Anton wasn’t one to deny his wife, especially not of that.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled into the palm of his hand. Even though his body was still humming from her high, his mind was downright exhausted. Three hours of sleep wasn’t new to Anton, but he could use a bit more. “Thanks for the wake-up call, baby.”
Viviana giggled, but even the sound felt off. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Hey,” he said into her hair. The grip he had on her tightened momentarily. “What’s wrong?”
“Hmm?” Viviana turned just enough to lean up and press her silken mouth to the underside of his jaw. “Nothing, just thinking about Sergei.”
“Don’t fret over that idiot. He’s not even a blip on my radar. We’ll get that dinner done and move on.”
Anton was lying through his teeth, but concerning his wife just wasn’t okay with him. What he wanted her doing was focusing on the end of her pregnancy, their son, and her health. He was the boss, so he’d handle the Bratva issues. There was no way she was going to be brought into the crossfire of Sergei’s nonsense, so he didn’t think she had any need to be properly informed.
“Actually,” he said, thinking about his conversation the night before with his spies. “I think you might just show, and then go. You haven’t been feeling terribly great lately, so it’s not a stretch to think you might not feel well that day. Just stay long enough to say hello, forgive Tatiana if you want, and then Rory will escort you home and Joe will follow. Business as usual.”
“Forgive her if I want,” she repeated dully.
“It’d be better if you did, or at least say you do, but it’s not expected. You did ask for her, though, so you have to be respectful about whatever you choose to do.”
Viviana snorted. “When am I ever not? Can I claw her eyes out after?”
“No,” Anton said, laughing. That’d surely be a sight. He bet Viviana would give Tatiana one hell of a run for her money. “Not while you’re pregnant with my child, anyhow.”
“Yeah, but making her swallow a few teeth would sure make me feel a heck of a lot better.”
“My God. You know there’s nothing there, right? Her and me, I mean. That’s not … It’s just not there, baby. You don’t have to be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous, Anton.” Strangely, he believed her. Viviana shrugged under the weight of his arm resting around her shoulders. “Why should I be … of Tatiana? I have exactly what she doesn’t. Everything she thought should have been hers is mine. I have your life, your son, and your love. Even if she was nothing more than your whore, which she isn’t, she still wouldn’t have any of those things. So no, I’m not jealous of that girl. On the other hand, I do wonder if she is envious of me.”
“I have no doubt of that.”
Viviana sighed. “Exactly. Tatiana has defied her father, you, and God knows how many others just to hurt me once. That was before we were married, before Demyan, and she only managed to sling words. This time might be different. At this dinner, she’s going to see me pregnant, happy, and protected, all because of you. Again, all that she doesn’t have and everything she wanted. So it brings me back to safety, I guess. You made it clear you don’t want her in any way so would she hurt me, or worse your baby, because of her resentment? Is she that crazy over you?”
Anton stayed silent, letting his wife’s words sink in as he considered them. It wasn’t that what she said didn’t make sense, because it did, but he wondered why Viviana had asked for Tatiana’s presence at all.
“You asked for her to be there, Vine. If you were worried about all of this, why ask at all?”
“I also asked for no guns.”
“And I’ll make sure that’s adhered to as best I can,” Anton said, still feeling confused. “You won’t take a step into any establishment unless it is weapon free.”
Viviana felt tense in his arms. “You don’t need a gun to kill someone.”
“She won’t have any chance to be alone with you.”
“I know.”
“Then what?” Anton asked.
“I want this done,” she said so low he strained to hear. “Put an end to it, however you have to. I don’t want to worry about her or her goddamned family after it’s over. I don’t want to think if she can’t hurt me, she’ll go to the next best thing.”
“You’re worried she’ll try to hurt Demyan.”
“Or you. To me, that’s just as bad.”
“You know that’d never—”
“No, I don’t,” Viviana interrupted coolly. “But if I didn’t have them to worry about, it’d be one less thing for me to consider.”
It was only then that her hidden meanings were starting to dawn on Anton. Viviana never asked him for anything in regards to business. She didn’t like to have her hands in his pots, so to speak. This was entirely different, especially if she was asking what he thought she was asking.
“Come on, Vine …”
“I want it done,” she repeated thickly. “Please.”
“On your head, though? You want that on your mind, bloodying up your hands, too?”
“Please?”
“Stop it,” Anton said, practically spitting the words. “Fuck, just don’t say that shit. I’ll handle it.”
“Before or after one of us is dead?”



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