Want more of Ian and his friends? There are four books total in the All In series. Each book is a standalone and they can be read in any order.
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Book 1: In Deep (Chase & Emma).
He’s an Olympic swimmer going for gold. Focused, driven, intense. She’s a blogger going for the scoop and she has the perfect in. She’s gotten herself hired as his physical therapist. With all that intimate time together, the secrets from his past don’t stand a chance. And neither does she. Click for more In Deep
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Book 2: All of Me (Liam & Sophie).
Seven years is supposed to change the way you feel.
Sophie’s not supposed to still dream about the way Liam touched her or the way they moved together. When she heads back to Naugatuck Island, she assumes Liam doesn’t even live there any more. Whatever he once felt, it has to have grown cold by now.
But Liam’s a firefighter. He knows better than anyone, never underestimate the power of a blaze. Those embers may appear cold, but nothing is ever as it seems.
Those embers? They’re just waiting to burst into flames.
Click for more All of Me
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Book 3: All of You (Jax & Sky).
Night after night, Jax pictures her coming to him. In his dreams, Sky appears in the darkness, ready and wanting. But the night that finally happens, he finds out they’re in the middle of a nightmare.
Sky has nowhere to turn. Only one man can keep her safe, but he’s the most dangerous of them all. Her only choice is to put herself in Jax’s hands. Even if it destroys them both. Click for more All of You
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Turn the page for an exclusive sneak preview of my next release, “Taken by the SEAL” coming out in September 2017.
Taken by the SEAL:
A Virgin and Navy SEAL Romance
Now that I've taken her, I'm never letting her go.
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Taking Olivia hadn't been my plan. I'd been prepping my cabin in the woods for my own getaway.
I'm an ex-SEAL, but my instincts are still strong. One glimpse of her innocent, terrified eyes and I know I need to save her. I'd been working with the bad guys, but all it takes is one look at Olivia and I'm back playing the hero, rescuing the damsel in distress.
Now we're in my remote cabin, hidden away from the world. My little curvy virgin is looking up at me with a mix of innocence, fear and desire.
The need to possess is burning through my veins. She thinks she needs to escape.
She's not going to escape.
She's going to be mine.
1. Olivia
The door creaks as I step outside into the cool night air. I’ve done it a million times, cleaning up after my waitressing shift. I take the recycling out, throw it into a huge bin, then head back into the restaurant. But tonight something feels different. Almost like someone is there in the shadows watching me.
The hair stands up on the back of my neck. Holding my breath, I pause, looking around. Everything’s the same as always. It’s a dark, Chicago alleyway, but it’s one I’ve ducking in and out of five nights a week for over a year. Nothing bad has ever happened.
I don't know why tonight I have goosebumps running down my arms. I peer into the darkness, trying to make out any hidden figures or eyes peering back. All I can see to my right or my left are empty sidewalks and metal fire escapes climbing up the sides of brick buildings.
Chicago has a lot of old, grand blocks. This is not one of them. It’s old, but it’s seen better days. I bet more than a few of the windows surrounding me with blank, black panes are in vacant apartments.
But the restaurant where I work is the one that hired me, and it’s just a four-block walk from my apartment. The wages are decent, tips average, and shifts always available. I should probably ask for more in life. At some point, I will. But for now, on my own at 20, struggling to get by and earn an associate’s degree online, I’m setting the bar low so I have a fighting chance at meeting it.
Quickly, I toss the bag into the bin. I adjust my waitressing uniform, the skirt riding up a little too high, the shirt a bit too tight. I hadn't planned on changing before the walk home, but now I think I might. I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched.
A shiver travels down my spine. I try to shake it off. I’m just being silly. No one is watching me. No one ever does. I specialize in invisibility.
It started with my mom's boyfriends. Once I turned 14 and developed curves, they took notice. The way they leered at me and licked their lips when my mom’s back was turned? I learned to make ‘low profile’ my middle name, making no eye contact, head down, keeping to myself. When I’m not in a stupid waitressing uniform designed to get tips, my typical sweatshirts and baggy jeans work like camouflage.
It’s worked so well that I’m still a virgin. I’ve barely even kissed a man. Because the ones I’ve met have all made me want to run in the other direction.
If my mother’s friends are bad, my father's friends are even worse. It sounds wrong to say that my own father gives me the creeps, but I didn’t really grow up with him. He was in and out—mostly out—of my childhood. Mom and I moved to Chicago three years ago, but just because we all live in the same city now doesn’t make us close.
I don’t even know what my dad does to earn money. His office is in the back room of a random, run-down building. I’d like to think he’s a bookkeeper, but judging from the kinds of thugs he’s surrounded by the few times I’ve gone there, my guess is he’s not on the up and up. He’s probably some sort of a small time loan shark or bookie. When I ask, he says, “You don’t want to know” or, “Don’t worry your pretty little head.”
Is that a footstep? I freeze on my way to the back door, peering into the night. The windows on the building across the alley have never felt like eyes before. Now they all seem to stare down at me, mercilessly, as if someone’s behind them waiting for the right moment to strike.
I'm going nuts. There are always footsteps on the streets of Chicago. Nothing tonight is out of the ordinary. Same as always, I'm going to wipe down every table, give the place a final sweep, pull on my hoodie jacket and walk the four blocks home. One of my roommates might be home, or they might all be out. Either way, I’ll head to my bedroom and then watch or read something until I fall asleep.
Tomorrow, I’ll study for and take a test, then head into work again. I can only afford to take one class at a time, but I'll get my degree. Eventually. I'm not sure what I want to do with it, but I know I want to do something with my life, something more than this.
Someday I want a little house, somewhere quiet and peaceful. I want kids, a family of my own. I want to stand on my own two feet and smile into my future. Someday. Until then, I'll wait tables and get my degree. Then I'll shed my cocoon, spread my wings and fly away.
Just as
my hand reaches the doorknob, a cat screeches loudly in the night. I jump and shiver, casting one last, furtive glance down the dark alleyway before I duck back inside.
Maybe tonight I'll see if one of my roommates can come pick me up. It's probably all in my head, but whatever it is, I can't shake it. I'll finish up quick, and then see what I can do so I don't have to walk home alone.
2. Knox
That pretty little thing needs to watch herself. She has no idea what’s lurking in the shadows. A sweet curvy woman like her, full tits straining at her buttoned top, ripe ass ready for the taking, high ponytail swinging with every step, she shouldn’t be out in a dark alleyway alone. She should be in my bed. I'd feast on her all night.
In the darkness, waiting and watching, I adjust myself, my cock long and hard just from watching her. That's not like me, at least not lately. Once upon a time, I’d been randy and ready, having a good time making women scream for more. But then I’d stood up and served my country, training with the best of the best as a Navy SEAL. And I’d watched the best of the best get taken out, losing limbs, giving up their lives, leaving behind wives and babies.
Gone are my lighthearted days of play. Now I know better. I used to believe in happy endings. But fairytales are only in books and movies.
I’d signed up to be a hero, the good guy in the white hat riding in to enforce justice. But the world I’d seen as a SEAL didn’t play by the rules. Sometimes good guys got mowed down. Sometimes bad guys came in the form of kids with bombs strapped to them. The world of order I'd thought I was defending turned out to look a hell of a lot like chaos.