Title: Rebel
Love
Series: Kings of
Corruption #2
Author: Michelle St.
James
Genre: Romantic
Suspense
Release Date: May 5,
2017
Blurb
A brash mercenary with his
own brand of justice. The determined woman his family almost
destroyed.
Locke Montgomery has only
one purpose — atone for a sin that has tortured him for nearly a
decade.
With the hard-earned
billions from the sale of his tech company, Locke created a new identity that’s
perfect cover for the mercenary organization that doles out justice to those
who have avoided it. He spends his off time planning new and reckless ways to
test the boundaries while dreaming about the one woman who stole his
heart.
The one woman who will
never give him a second chance.
Elle Matheson has finally
rebuilt the bookstore run by her parents before the corporation that put them
out of business drove her dad to a heart attack.
Working in the little
beachside shop surrounded by the smell of ink and paper, she can almost forget
the pain of finding out the company that ruined her life was owned by the
family of the man she loved. But when another mega-store threatens to expand
across the street, Elle’s nightmare seems to be playing out all over again.
Then she runs into the one man who could make the situation worse — the one
responsible for the demise of her parent’s
dream.
She promises herself
she’ll only give him five minutes in a coffee shop, but before she knows it
Locke is showing up at the store, sending her flowers, pulling her into his
high-stakes, adventurous life.
And she’s falling
every bit as hard as she did the first time.
But when she uncovers the terrible truth about Locke’s line of work she’s forced to admit there are only two possibilities; either Locke has never been anything but wrong for her, or some rules are meant to be broken —in life and in love.
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Praise for the Mob Boss
Series
"Romantic and
intriguing. A gripping read!"
- NYT and USA Today
Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely
"Dark, seductive,
compelling, and hot as HELL."
- USA Today Bestselling
Author Lili Valente
“Hot sensuality and
gripping suspense. Brace yourself for a perfect romantic journey!"
- NYT and USA Today
Bestselling Author Angel Payne
"From page one you're
sucked into this corrupt, thrilling world. A masterful romance of deep dark
suspense, complicated emotions, and exciting
action."
- New York Times
bestseller, M.J. Rose
Excerpt
She looked up at him, looming over her, his
eyes flashing with desire. Even clothed, he was perfection, his big biceps and
broad shoulders straining the fabric of his long-sleeved T-shirt, his erection
pushing the bounds of his jeans. But it wasn’t enough.
She wanted to touch him. To feel the heat of his skin under her fingers.
She sat up, ran her hands up his denim-clad thighs, let them snake under his shirt, moisture rushing to her sex when her fingers finally came in contact with the heat of his skin, the ripple of his abs.
She touched her lips to the skin just above the button on his jeans, and he hissed as her tongue snaked out to taste the salt on his skin. He held her head in his hands while she undid the button, unzipped his jeans, reached in to free his cock.
He groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him long and slow.
He gently removed her hand. “I think we better save that for later.”
She leaned back on the bed. He’d always been a considerate lover. Someone who liked to take his time, to make sure he’d wrung every drop of pleasure from her before he took his own.
“What are you going to do to keep me busy until then?” she asked.
He stripped off his shirt, then pushed his jeans to the floor.
“I think I’ve got that covered.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
He’d always been beautiful, his cock large and thick, perfectly formed. But now it was part of a larger whole.
Emphasis on the word larger.
His chest was sculpted as if by a master, the defined muscle tapering to rippled abs, a prominent “V” leading downward. His cock stood at attention, the sight of it bringing a visceral pulse between her legs as she imagined him pushing into her. His thighs were muscular without being beefy, the thighs of an athlete — and a world-class lover.
She spread her knees, giving him a glimpse of her pussy, throbbing with need for him. “Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to join me?”
He stepped toward the bed, kneeled on the edge of it until he was nestled between her knees. “Do you have to ask?”
He leaned over her and she gasped as the head of his cock brushed against the sensitive bud of her clit. Then he was stretched out over her, his face inches above her own as he smoothed the hair back from her forehead and looked into her eyes.
“I never thought I’d get to look at you like this again,” he said.
She reached up to smooth the furrows from his brow, wishing it was that easy to take away the pain he’d felt for the last eight years.
Wishing she could erase her own.
“I’m right here,” she said. “Can’t you feel me?”
“I can feel you.” He pushed his hips into hers until his erection slid between her folds, the tip teasing her clit until she squirmed under him. “Can you feel me?”
She locked her hands behind his neck, thrust her hips upward to meet his. “It’s not enough. Make me remember.”
She wanted to touch him. To feel the heat of his skin under her fingers.
She sat up, ran her hands up his denim-clad thighs, let them snake under his shirt, moisture rushing to her sex when her fingers finally came in contact with the heat of his skin, the ripple of his abs.
She touched her lips to the skin just above the button on his jeans, and he hissed as her tongue snaked out to taste the salt on his skin. He held her head in his hands while she undid the button, unzipped his jeans, reached in to free his cock.
He groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him long and slow.
He gently removed her hand. “I think we better save that for later.”
She leaned back on the bed. He’d always been a considerate lover. Someone who liked to take his time, to make sure he’d wrung every drop of pleasure from her before he took his own.
“What are you going to do to keep me busy until then?” she asked.
He stripped off his shirt, then pushed his jeans to the floor.
“I think I’ve got that covered.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
He’d always been beautiful, his cock large and thick, perfectly formed. But now it was part of a larger whole.
Emphasis on the word larger.
His chest was sculpted as if by a master, the defined muscle tapering to rippled abs, a prominent “V” leading downward. His cock stood at attention, the sight of it bringing a visceral pulse between her legs as she imagined him pushing into her. His thighs were muscular without being beefy, the thighs of an athlete — and a world-class lover.
She spread her knees, giving him a glimpse of her pussy, throbbing with need for him. “Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to join me?”
He stepped toward the bed, kneeled on the edge of it until he was nestled between her knees. “Do you have to ask?”
He leaned over her and she gasped as the head of his cock brushed against the sensitive bud of her clit. Then he was stretched out over her, his face inches above her own as he smoothed the hair back from her forehead and looked into her eyes.
“I never thought I’d get to look at you like this again,” he said.
She reached up to smooth the furrows from his brow, wishing it was that easy to take away the pain he’d felt for the last eight years.
Wishing she could erase her own.
“I’m right here,” she said. “Can’t you feel me?”
“I can feel you.” He pushed his hips into hers until his erection slid between her folds, the tip teasing her clit until she squirmed under him. “Can you feel me?”
She locked her hands behind his neck, thrust her hips upward to meet his. “It’s not enough. Make me remember.”
She realized it was what she wanted: not to
forget everything that had happened since they’d been apart, but to remember
the way it had been when they were together. To remember how it once was and
then build something new on top of it, a big open room with walls of glass and
no secrets.
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Bio
Michelle
St. James aka Michelle Zink is the author
of nineteen published books and seven
novellas. Her first series, Prophecy of
the Sisters (YA), was one of Booklist's
Top Ten Debut novels. Her work has also
been an Indie Next selection and has
appeared on prestigious lists such as the
Lonestar List, New York Public
Library's Stuff for the Teen Age, and
Chicago Public Library's Best of the
Best. Her books have been published in
over thirty countries and translated
into over twenty languages. She lives in
New York with too many teenagers and
too many
cats.
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