GRIEVOUS
Wanted Men, #5
by Nancy
Haviland
Publication
Date: August 9th 2016
Genres: Adult,
Contemporary Romance, Mafia Romance, Organized Crime
BLURB
Yasmeen Michaels’ first hours of
life were spent nestled in a cloud of dirty blankets on the front stoop of an
orphanage in the Bronx. Even though rejection and loneliness peppered her life,
she still fought hard enough to step out of her past a free, independent woman
with a bright future ahead of her.
Darkness descends when a shocking
ripple in the organized crime world sends a grieving Romanian mobster back into
her life. Yasmeen wakes to find herself in a centuries-old castle in Romania;
claimed not as Lucian Fane’s lover…but as his pet.
Lucian Fane is at ease in his
place of power. He unapologetically lords over his business empire right
alongside his criminal one. But when tragedy dares to cross his threshold,
Lucian is sent into a tailspin and soon finds himself toeing the line between
sanity and freedom. With his conscience gone, and in a bid to save his city
from his wrath, he plucks an exquisite distraction from her world and tucks her
away in his. Only then does he allow his demons free reign.
Even as Yasmeen once more finds
herself fighting to hold onto her self-worth, the draw towards the darkness
soon becomes too strong to resist. Will she be able to hold tight to her new
owner as he freely drifts beyond her reach? Or will Lucian surface long enough
to realize he’s pushing his precious pet too far to allow for forgiveness?
**ATTN: GRIEVOUS can
be read as a STANDALONE. This book is the first part of Lucian and Yasmeen’s
story. It DOES NOT have a HEA. The completion of their story will come in book
#7 in the Wanted Men series, scheduled for release in 2017.
EXCERPT: GRIEVOUS
“Up, Yasmeen.”
That’s what she thought. She
shoved her arms in the air, and he pulled the soft cotton over her head. She
looked down at the logo across her chest. “You went to Princeton?”
“I went to Princeton. I also
spent some time at Oxford.”
“In England?”
“Is there another?”
“Not that could handle that attitude, no.” He gave her a warning
look that she took head on.
“Don’t look at me like that. Your
arrogance is astounding. The girls must have followed you around with their
panties in the air.”
“As I am sure the boys at NYU
followed behind you holding their dicks in their hands.”
She grimaced. “No, they didn’t.”
“Yes, my pet. They did. Believe
me. If you did not witness it, they were being discreet. I would guarantee
hundreds of men have come on their shower walls to thoughts of you on your
knees before them.”
“Lucian. Don’t be disgusting.”
He gave her an exasperated look.
“That is not disgusting. If I were to see you masturbate, I would be
enthralled.”
“Yes, but that’s someone you’re
attracted to. I’d be all eyes if I watched you, too. But to think of other men
doing it makes me a little vomity.”
“For masturbating to a mental
image of you.” She tipped her head and nodded
as if it was dense of him to confirm.
“You are a strikingly beautiful
woman. You must know men wonder what it must be like to fuck you the minute
they see you. When I saw you for the first time, I was staggered by your
beauty. I have never experienced the sensation of having my breath taken. You
accomplished that without batting an eye.”
She couldn’t deny hearing she
hadn’t been the only one affected like that made her feel great. But looks were
looks, and they’d eventually go. “So your first thought was to have sex with
me?”
A shadow passed over his
features. “No. My first thought was to do what I have now done.”
“Have sex with me.”
“Steal you.” Her eyes flared.
“You thought to steal me? That
night?”
“I fought myself throughout our
meal. By the time you got up to use the restroom, I’d considered a variety of
ways I could imprison you, right down to purchasing a small island and allowing
you to roam freely but with no actual way of escape.”
He bent and kissed her throat
before nudging her toward the sitting area. “Sit.”
She slowly walked over, trying to
get her head around the fact that he’d wanted to do this to her two years ago.
That meant Markus’s murder hadn’t created her crazy man, it had just prodded
him out into the open. When she reached the loveseat and turned to sit, he was
gone.
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