Love Scars : Bad Boy's
Bride
by Nicole Snow
Publication Date:
10/24/2014
Genre: Romantic
Suspense/Erotica
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover
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Synopsis
LOVE SCARS BURN, SEDUCE, AND NEVER, EVER
FADE...
ANNA
The worst night of my life
just got worse. Nobody explained why I've been
dumped in this run down house, or who this hulk with the filthy mouth is.
All I know is he wants me, he says I'm
his, and I'm ignoring my instinct to run
like hell.
When he pulls me into his
embrace, I want to push closer to his warmth, his strength, his vicious tattoos.
Can I trust him? Can I
trust myself? Or will obeying his wicked words confirm all my worst suspicions?
DAVID
So sweet, so pure, so
confused...I almost feel bad about claiming her. Almost.
Too bad she's a Rossini,
and I don't regret making her old man sign her over to me for one second. I was born a Strelkov,
a killer and an outlaw, and I second
guess nothing.
The instant my hands are on
her, I know I've made the right choice. The crazy ache in my lips when they're not on hers
doesn't lie. Revenge is a dish best
served hot, sweaty, seething with passion, and Anna's tonight's
special.
Yeah, she's gonna flip when
I shove the wedding contract in her face. But I'm gonna make her my wife in every nasty,
beautiful, permanent way I can, even if
it means adding a few more scars to my skin and Anna's
heart...
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Excerpt
“Hope you get those fucking
tears out of your system soon, pet. They're not gonna delay a damned
thing.”
“What're you talking about?
Delay what?” I snorted.
David jerked me against his
chest, this time tighter. His hand rolled down my side, pressing my sweater
snug. He didn't stop until his brute hand was clapped on my thigh, giving it a
possessive squeeze.
Dangerous heat flooded me,
rage and lust mingling in the dance I despised. It gave me my answer before he
opened his mouth again.
No. Not there.
Please!
“You're gonna do your
fucking duties like a good wife, same as I'm gonna do mine like your lawfully
wedded man. We've got certain traditions we respect around here, Anna. Shit
means more to me than breathing. You'll figure that out fast.” He sighed,
hissing hot, guttural desire onto my neck, stopping just short of stamping his
lips to my skin. “Nothing's gonna stop me from fucking your brains out, love.
Nothing. This little contract gives me all the rights and
privileges a husband deserves, and I'm not taking that shit for granted. You
can whine all you want, but sometime in the next twenty-four hours, I'll be
balls deep inside your sweet little pussy. Then you'll understand. Once you
have this dick in you, you'll never be able to imagine another, especially not
one attached to some pissant who doesn't know shit about blood or sex or ink
like I do.”
Shit! I
stared deep into his eyes, searching, wondering if this entire thing was some
sick bastard's joke.
There was amusement in his
eyes, but it wasn't playful. The handsome psycho holding me was deadly
serious.
I tried to keep breathing.
It wasn't easy when the lust was overpowering my anger, one ruthless piece at a
time with his hand so close to where I gushed and ached. I was coming unraveled
right there, lusting after a man who filled my heart with total
contempt.
He pulled himself away in
one rough movement, sending me crumpling down again, clawing at the chair for
support. I caught myself and stayed on my knees.
“I'll give you the day to
get used to this house and screw your head on straight. Dry those bright eyes,”
he said, stepping away and pointing his finger at me. “Tonight, babe, it's just
you, me, and a bed. Welcome to your fucking honeymoon.”
About the Author
Nicole Snow is a sweet, unassuming
young woman. You'd never suspect the deeply sensual, sometimes depraved
fantasies raging behind her eyes.
She started writing erotica to
escape the boring drudgery of a desk job. In fiction, there are no rules and no
boundaries. Everything is on the table, no matter how
forbidden.
Today, Nicole serves up some of the
bestselling erotica and erotic romance on the shelves.
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