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  She sobbed again, not knowing how to respond to that. He was so intense, her first and only love. But he’d broken her heart. She wasn’t ready to admit that it was mended yet. Not to herself, and not to him. Instead, she pushed her lips against his, wanting him to make her forget for tonight. With a groan, he reciprocated, as she’d known he would.

  He flipped then suddenly, gently laying her down, and then he was on top of her, brushing kisses along her face, her neck, her collarbone. When he reached the edge of her top, he paused, then placed his mouth directly over her nipple, sucking on the thin fabric and making it grow hard through her shirt. She moaned quietly, and he placed a hand over her mouth. She teasingly licked it and his eyes grew fiery with desire and emotion.

  He sucked on her other nipple, capturing her cry into his hand. He pulled back to lift up her shirt until she was bared to him. When her nipples rubbed against his bare chest, he growled, and she was desperate to stay this way forever. But he obviously couldn’t wait. He pushed under her sleep shorts, caressing the smooth skin there and sliding a finger up into her heat.

  She was so wet that he slid in without resistance and she moaned at the sensation of his rough finger inside of her. But she wanted more. Needed more. She pushed against his finger, moaning as he added a second finger. His hardness was pressed up against her. He closed his eyes, likely praying for self-control, but she needed him out of control. Needed him to be like she was – desperate, aching, frantic.

  When he tugged off her shorts, she knew that she had lost control. He tugged off his own jeans. Oh god, she thought, eyeing his massive hard-on that was edging towards her heat. He paused, his body tense and trembling.

  “Neve, we don’t have to-“

  She cut him off by thrusting up, securing his tip inside of her in a move that had him muttering out a string of expletives. She grabbed his face and pulled him down so their lips could meet, and she swallowed his moans and cries of arousal. With another thrust, he entered her, sliding deep until they were both moaning. He felt so big, so hot inside of her. His thumb began rubbing circles on her clit as his cock continued to thrust into her. One last thrust, hard and hot hit her in just the right spot. And her world exploded. Her cries were swallowed up by his mouth as they continued to exchange hot kisses.

  Not long after, she heard him growl out her name and then release inside of her, spurts of liquid heat coated her inside. After a moment, he collapsed on her, shifting and rolling until she was laying on top of him, still settled deep inside of her.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, pulling her up and resituating so she was still deep inside. She could still feel him pulsing, loved the heady feeling of knowing that she turned him on that much that he was still hard inside of her, even after coming.

  With a heated stare, he lowered her and then kissed her deeply, licking into her mouth and sucking on her tongue until she was heated and feverish again. “Connor…” she moaned.

  Shifting up suddenly, he stood and carried her into her room. “Once is never going to be enough,” he warned, laying her back on the bed.

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” she admitted, pulling him to her.

  Chapter 13

  In the morning, he graciously left her to wake up alone and in peace. She was thankful he’d allowed her to gather her thoughts and try to process what last night had meant.

  They obviously still wanted each other. That hadn’t changed. If anything, she wanted him more now. Just knowing everything about what he’d said, why he’d left - it had rung true. Connor was many things, but he wasn’t manipulative and he was brutally honest. And she knew that everything he’d been feeling had poured out of him last night.

  She showered, then threw on a pair of jeans and a forest green cashmere sweater. After getting Ivy ready as well, they left for the Santa Claus Parade.

  Once at the gathering, she looked around for Connor but couldn’t see him anywhere. Surprisingly though, there were a lot of TV people milling about.

  “Mama, look!” Ivy’s little voice rang out.

  She followed her finger until she located Connor. He was being interviewed by one of the cameramen. He wore a dark jacket, and Neve’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Despite the chill in the winter air, she felt her cheeks reddening as she recalled how they had made love mere hours earlier.

  The camera swung towards her, and then down at Ivy in her pink snowsuit and the white mittens she had donned for the occasion. “Mama, Mama, look – it’s pointing at me!” Ivy said, jumping up and grabbing her hand.

  “I see that,” Neve laughed, shaking her head at Connor and his antics. He knew just where to hit them – her with his confessions last night and dangerously sexy mouth, and Ivy with a TV Connor.

  Ivy started to pull them towards the camera. Neve held back a bit, letting her pull but much slower than Ivy wanted. “Sweetheart, I don’t think we should…”

  She trailed off as she realized that Connor was pointing to them and motioning towards Ivy to have her come closer. As she grew closer, she realized that there was an entire tattoo studio set up in front of him, like a mini TV set. The parade goers were still milling about, but most of the town was watching as he set up his equipment under the heated makeshift roof.

  She paused before walking in front of the camera, but Ivy didn’t have the same reservation. Instead, she walked directly up to him, giving a cheeky smile to the camera that had Live written on the side.

  Oh no, she thought, knowing her daughter was going to be instantly famous and wondering how Connor would explain her.

  She didn’t have to wait long. Connor was already in the middle of a speech to the camera and grabbed Ivy and swung her up high. She heard him say, obviously mic’d, “…and this is my daughter, Ivy. I don’t think most of you know that I have a daughter, seeing as how I like to keep my personal life, well, personal, but there you have it. I love my daughter more than life itself, and truth be told, she’s a bit of an artist herself. I will certainly be collaborating with her on some work in the future.”

  Neve bit back a grin, her heart overflowing as America watched the big, tattooed man admitting he was going to work with his tiny daughter on some tattoo projects.

  “And if you at home are wondering what we’re doing, we’re preparing a tattoo station. However, we need someone to tattoo. Do I have any volunteers?”

  Neve laughed out loud as almost the entire audience raised their hands, even some of the older and more reserved people that lived in town, including Earl, the eighty-something year old postman.

  Connor seemed to share the same humor, but as his eyes looked over the crowd, they landed only on her. “I think I’ve found my canvas.”

  She gasped as the camera swung over to her. Connor hopped down off the set and walked up next to her. Without giving her a chance to shy away, he grabbed her hand. Ignoring the rolling cameras, he got down on one knee. He clicked off something on his hip, his microphone she realized.

  Then, in a low voice only she could hear, he told her, “I know I said I would wait. And that I wouldn’t push. But I woke up this morning realizing that I would never forgive myself if I didn’t at least ask. And, since I don’t do anything by half measures, why not make a grand gesture and have the rest of the world watch as I do it?” He chuckled, making fun of himself and giving her that familiar, heart-stopping grin that she loved.

  She loved. She loved. Instantly, she realized that she still loved him. Even more than when they’d been teens, because she loved a whole other part of him – their daughter. The love had grown until she felt almost suffocated by it, wanting to tell him, but knowing that she needed to hear it from him first.

  He didn’t make her wait long, admitting, “I’m in love with you, Neve. I always have been. But I want to make it known. And I want it to be forever. I want to know that you’re in love with me, and that our perfect family is ready to be united forever. So, if you’ll accept, I want to add Ivy’s initials to our tree, and I want
to tattoo a wedding band around my finger. I want it to be ingrained forever that I love you both so much that I want it to be on my body. I never want to take it off.”

  After that, there was complete silence. The bands had stopped playing their Christmas music and the crowd was silent. Connor was also silent, staring at Neve with an intensity that made her feel weak in the knees. She spared one moment to look up at Ivy, who was beaming and nodding emphatically. With a tear-filled laugh, she nodded. “Yes, I love you. I’ll marry you.”

  The crowd roared, but she had eyes only for Connor. He whispered into her ear, “I will never leave you again, Neve. I swear it.”

  She sniffed, nodding that she’d heard into his neck. She knew he wouldn’t. Because she knew him. She always had. But now she trusted him as well.

  “Love you.”

  “Love you too, babe,” he answered in his silkily smooth baritone voice. They shared a kiss onscreen, something she’d never thought she’d have been able to do without flushing.

  Then, she walked with him over to the set. She saw a man standing there with a tattoo gun in his hand and she looked at Connor curiously. Then it hit her. Obviously, he couldn’t tattoo himself. She put her hand down on the table. “I want one too.”

  His eyes grew dark and heated. “Are you sure? It’s forever.”

  “I’m sure,” she nodded, and he laughed, pulling her up against him with another kiss.

  After the tattoos were completed, she put their hands together, looking down on them and on her other hand, which was holding Ivy’s. The perfect family. Forever.

  “Merry Christmas, babe.”

  The Mafia Series

  Three women are about to meet their matches in Matteo, Ariano, and Marco.

  Being a mafia boss isn’t easy, especially when you’re being challenged at every turn by three headstrong…but gorgeous, maddening…but oh-so-fricking sexy, smart…but damn stubborn women.

  Check out this high heat, high danger trilogy where your worst enemy can become your hottest dream, and hate can become scorching passion.

  There are all kinds of enemies, but the kind that end up bringing you ‘O’ after ‘O’ are the best kind…

  The Hard Series

  A soldier, an assassin, a thief, and… an accountant?

  Four brothers, separated as children, threatened by the organization that gave them their superpowers.

  Ryder - the soldier…Finds Paige, but can he keep her?

  Xavier - the thief…Finds Danica, but can he trust her?

  Xander - the assassin…Finds Ashtyn, but will he kill her?

  and Aiden…the holder of the baddest superpower of all.

  Hard Instincts

  Drake had always tried his best to live his life without attracting attention to himself or his four boys, knowing that if anyone found out about their special powers, his kids would be the target of every military group in the world…

  But eventually, Drake grew too secure, breaching the very rules meant to keep his family safe.

  In an event which nearly cost him his life, Drake makes a devastating decision and loses his boys, possibly forever.

  Twenty-eight years later, when all hope of ever locating the whereabouts of his full-grown, powerful sons is disappearing, Drake hears a rumor…there’s a man in the military that has become a very successful operative – but strange things seem to happen around him...

  Could this man be one of Drake’s long lost sons?

  Ryder has lived life plagued by a sense that he didn’t fit in with the family who raised him, and when strange and violent things start happening around him, Ryder escapes into military life – and with his special skills, he excels.

  Then when things go awry during a mission, he ends up in the hands of a beautiful but traumatized doctor who inexplicably captures his soul.

  But Paige has a violent secret too. When she finds out what he can do, will Paige turn against him – or toward him?

  Hard Time

  Xavier - he can steal the one thing people can’t buy.

  He grew up in a dark place, needing to use a mysterious special ability he developed to protect himself. He soon realized that the same ability could provide…other things for him too. But then Xavier gets into a situation where even his special skills can’t save him.

  Danica - con artist extraordinaire.

  Growing up on the streets taught her to be quick, savvy, and ruthless. Her stunning good looks helped her out of a few tight situations too.

  Can they overcome their mutual distrust of everyone around them in order to lean on each other? If they want to survive this latest assault, they’ll have to…

  Hard Wired

  Xander is an assassin-for-hire who has a unique, and very powerful ability.

  Ashtyn is his target…and Xander has never left a contract incomplete.

  But Ashtyn is no pushover - she's kept herself and her sister alive for years; doing whatever it takes to keep the Eastern European organized crime lords from capturing them.

  She'll use whatever tools she has, to keep her one step ahead of Xander. Will her quick mind and drop-dead body keep her safe from this killer?

  Hard Limit

  Aiden turned his back on his twin, the only blood family he had, a long time ago; their disagreement about how to use their powers driving a wedge between the two.

  Then things in his life are starting to heat up, and Aiden is shocked to learn he has not one, but three brothers, all with powers of their own.

  And they need his help to fight the organization that tore them all apart - and is now threatening his daughter.

  Right now, Sage is his only anchor - and she barely knows him. She definitely doesn’t know about how…special he is. How can he drag Sage into this mess? He should cut her loose so she stays safe from Oculus...and from him.

  These hot alpha men will do whatever it takes to protect the women who belong to them.

  Even if it means being an a$$hole first, then asking forgiveness later.

  BLACKMAIL Diren vowed never to let another treacherous b*tch into his heart. Until Ayla showed him a pure kind of sweetness. But when he finds out she's the most treacherous b*tch of all, he swears to make her pay. Ayla's caught between a rock and a hard place. She's being forced to blackmail the man she's quickly falling in love with. If he finds out, he'll never forgive her...

  BREAKING MY CHAINS she traded being bound by her virginity, to being bound by him...

  PROTECT HER His best friend's little sister. His damn kryptonite. But when his buddy asks him to protect his baby sister for awhile, he can't say no, can he? It'll be okay, he's disciplined. He can control this, right? But what he really wants to do is control her...

  PROTECT ME Mark accepts a bodyguard position for a weekend protecting spoiled rich girl Mia. How hard can it be? But then the mouthy socialite escapes from him the first chance she gets. Yeah, that's right. She. Runs. Away. After he saves her from her a vicious kidnapper, he is SO going to teach her a lesson.

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