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Blurb
He was hired to protect her.
Samantha
Someone doesn’t like what I write. That’s okay, erotic romance isn’t for everyone, but I like it
and it pays the bills. First, there were private messages on social media, followed by
emails—both full of vitriol and venom. Coming home after a day out in London, I knew
someone had been there. I got on the first flight out of London and landed in Chicago.
Kingston
A mercenary with a dark history. I thought I’d never see the light of day again, until Robert
Fitzwallace walked through the door and dragged me out. After two years of healing Fitz
recruited me to head up the operations for the new Cerberus Group in Chicago. Like our
counterpart in London, headquarters are located over a lifestyle club—the Windy City’s newest
and best…Club Southside.
After pacing in front of the club, beautiful, curvy Samantha breezed into Cerberus looking for
protection. I accept her as a Cerberus client even though I knew I would not be able to resist her.
It doesn’t take long before I give in to my need, her need, and take us to the edge of an all-
consuming desire.
When danger rises from the shadows costing Cerberus one of its own, I’ll risk everything to keep
her safe. No matter the cost.
Welcome to Club Southside. Cerberus has opened an office in Chicago over the Club. The team
takes on the jobs no one else wants. They handle everything from protection, covert rescue
operations, cyber-crime to reconnaissance and more. These men are driven and deadly, willing
to do what is needed to complete their missions and to protect the women they love.
A fast-paced romantic suspense series of interconnected standalone books that will leave you on
the edge of your seat.
Teaser 1
Don’t worry, Samantha, we’ll keep you safe and find this asshole.”
For the first time in over a week, Samantha felt herself relax, and with that came tears. Coltraine
was up, out of his chair, and around to her before she knew what was happening. He was fast,
quiet, and graceful. Pulling out a handkerchief, he dabbed gently at the tears rolling down her
cheeks before handing it to her.
“I’m sorry. I don’t normally just burst into tears.”
“I suspect you aren’t ‘normally’ stalked by anyone. From here on out, you don’t leave this
building without my permission.”
“Or Adam’s…”
“No. My case; my permission.
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