Packing Heat(70)
But I have enough to deal with. I have to stop daydreaming about his hands between my thighs and concentrate on having this baby while still managing to graduate on time.
He wants to make a deal. If I promise to spend time with him, he’ll help me with my final biology research. That means an entire semester of studying Gibson’s body.
I’m not sure I can do this. One second I can’t stand to be around him, and the next I’m touching his ripped muscles and trying to suppress my excitement.
I’m terrified he’ll ruin everything if I let this become more than just work.
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I had that bastard’s baby and now I need his help.
Vince Mori is my enemy. He’s an infamous Italian mobster, all ripped muscles and dangerous tattoos. He’s a cocky a**hole, and for just one night that was exactly what I was looking for. He was a wild ride, a way to rebel against my strict family.
And he doesn’t know that he’s the father of my baby.
I’m the daughter of one of the most feared Russian mob bosses in the city. When I give birth to my baby boy Alexei, my father wants to tear my child away from me.
I won’t let that happen. They may be my family, but I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my baby.
The Russians are at war with the Italians, but I know Vince is my only chance. When I run away from home and ask him for help, I’m risking my life to save my son.
Vince is everything I’m supposed to hate, but secretly can’t get enough of. He’s only interested in teasing me mercilessly with his dirty mouth and frustrating grin.
Now I’m trapped in the Italian mob’s mansion, living next door to my baby’s father. I need their protection, but the war is escalating faster every day.
If the cocky jerk Vince Mori can’t learn what it means to be a father, I might be totally screwed.
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SEALed Bride
Prologue
The lights flashed as he put his hand on the small of my back.
Tingles ran up my spine.
“Smile real pretty,” he whispered in my ear. “I need to show you off.”
I glanced at him and felt that familiar thrill run through me, a mixture of fear and lust.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Show them that pretty ass of yours.”
He twirled me around in front of the cameras. My short dress barely concealed my ass, and the reporters all laughed.
He was handsome, charming, and the darling of paparazzi and serious journalists alike.
And he was also deadly as hell.
Later, back in the hotel room we were forced to share, he stripped off his shirt and poured himself a drink. “You did good today,” he said. “Wife.”
I stared at his muscular body, at the scars from a hundred battles dotting his chest and stomach, at the tattoos that snaked up along his skin. His crooked grin drove me crazy, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Your turn,” he said. “Take that dress off.”
I had to resist him.
He was an asshole, crude, rude, violent, and dangerous.
And I was only in it for the money.
“Don’t be shy. We have this big bed. I might as well work that sweet pussy of yours for a few hours while we’re here.”
I had to resist him.
Even if it was getting harder every day we were together.
In front of the cameras. At lavish dinners, expensive parties.
“That fucking body of yours drives me insane,” he said, crossing the room toward me. “I’ll have you begging my name by the end of this night.”
I shook my head. I was only in it for the money. I had to keep telling myself that. It was just business between us, a way for him to fix his image and a way for me to help my family.
“You know you want this cock deep between those pretty legs,” he whispered.
Rude. Crude. And absolutely correct.
I was totally screwed.
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Selena
I didn’t know anything about the military.
As far as I was concerned, military guys existed only in the movies and on TV. I mean, I understood that our troops were living and dying every day for our freedom, but I didn’t really know any of them. They were just abstract people in my mind.
Until I got the assignment that changed everything.
I stood in line nervously. The campus bookstore was an absolute madhouse. I’d been in there hundreds of times, but I’d never seen it so full before. The place was pretty big with a second floor balcony that wrapped around the main first floor, and there were people on almost every square inch. That was how famous he'd become over the last few month.