All Noelle Cunningham has ever wanted is a life beyond–beyond the walls of Eden, where only the righteous are allowed to remain, and beyond her stiflingly restrictive existence as a councilman’s daughter. But only ruins lie outside the City, remnants of a society destroyed by solar storms decades earlier.
The sectors surrounding Eden house the corrupt, the criminal–men like Jasper McCray, bootlegger and cage fighter. Jas clawed his way up from nothing to stand at the right hand of Sector Four’s ruthless leader, and he’ll defend the O’Kane gang with his life. But no fight ever prepared him for the exiled City girl who falls at his feet.
Her innocence is undeniable, but so is their intense sexual attraction, and soon they’re crossing every boundary Noelle barely knew she had. But if she wants to belong to Jas, first she’ll have to open herself to the gang, to a dangerous world of sex, lust and violence. A world where passion is power, and freedom is found in submission.
She refuses to be owned.
Alexa Parrino escaped a life of servitude and survived danger on the streets to become one of the most trusted, influential people in Sector Four, where the O’Kanes rule with a hedonistic but iron fist. Lex has been at the top for years, and there’s almost nothing she wouldn’t do for the gang…and for its leader. Lie, steal, kill—but she bows to no one, not even Dallas O’Kane.
He’ll settle for nothing less.
Dallas fought long and hard to carve a slice of order out of the chaos of the sectors. Dangers both large and small threaten his people, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. His liquor business is flourishing, and new opportunities fuel his ambition. Lex could help him expand his empire, something he wants almost as much as he wants her. And no one says no to the king of Sector Four.
Falling into bed is easy, but their sexual games are anything but casual. Attraction quickly turns to obsession, and their careful dance of heady dominance and sweet submission uncovers a need so deep, so strong, it could crush them both.
A woman with no future…
Live fast, die young–anything else is a fantasy for Six. She’s endured the worst the sectors had to throw at her, but falling in with Dallas O’Kane’s Sector Four gang lands her in a whole new world of danger. They’re completely open about everything, including their sexuality–but she hasn’t survived this long by making herself vulnerable. Especially not to men as dominant as Brendan Donnelly.
A man without a past…
Bren is a killer, trained in Eden and thrown to the sectors. His one outlet is pain, in the cage and in the bedroom, and emotion is a luxury he can’t afford–until he meets Six. Protecting her soothes him, but it isn’t enough. Her hunger for touch sparks a journey of erotic discovery where anything goes–voyeurism, flogging, rough sex. He has only one rule: he won’t share her.
In Bren’s arms, Six is finally free to let go. But his obsession with the man who made him a monster could destroy the fragile connection they’ve forged, and cost him the one thing that makes him feel human–her love.
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Instead of showing him, she picked up the sketchbook and held it close to her chest. “It’s nothing. I was just fucking around with a design from earlier. Ace says it still needs work.”
Ace. Plenty of the O’Kanes had files, but none as lurid as Alexander Santana. In Eden, he was best known for series of paintings he’d done almost a decade ago, paintings rumored to have been gifts to the rich women he’d slept with in exchange for credits and patronage.
Ownership of a Santana had led to divorce and scandal more than once, which only added to their legend and increased their value among a certain set. But Noah had seen enough pictures of the paintings in question to know the man had skill.
Something else Noah and Cib had never been able to supply–a teacher. Squashing jealousy, Noah tried for a smile. It stretched his mouth in unfamiliar ways, but maybe it was the kind of thing muscle memory could bring back. “C’mon, Em. Just a peek?”
She looked like she was going to say no, but then she flipped the sketchbook around and held it out for him to see.
The page held a heart with a keyhole at its center, effortlessly shaded to make it three dimensional. Barbed wire and chains crisscrossed each other around it, so intricately sketched that he could make out the twists of wire and the sharp pointed tips of the barbs. “It’s a tattoo?”
“It is.” She wiggled the pad of paper. “You want this one? It suits you.”
More than she’d ever know. “It’s not meant for someone else?”
The book hit the desk with a soft thump, and Emma turned away. “I was kidding.”
“You were right.” He shrugged out of his jacket and stripped his shirt over his head. “Where would you put it? If I’m going to hang around the O’Kane compound, I should have at least one tattoo, right?”
She sucked in a breath. For a moment, her gaze lingered on his chest, soft with memory. Then her eyes shuttered, and she folded her arms across her body, one hip cocked out in a pose that screamed challenge. “I’m not that easy. You want me to give you ink? You have to pay.”
Good for you. “All right. Cash, credits or information?”
“Information,” she said immediately. “Answers.”
Of course. The thing only he could give her, and the quickest path back out of her life. But he liked her like this. Tough, challenging, unafraid to demand what she wanted. “Just as long as you know that I’m not easy, either. Anything that’ll put you in danger’s gonna cost more than a tattoo.”
“Fair enough.” She gestured to the antique tattoo chair. “Have a seat.”
Noah tossed his shirt over the table and sank into the chair. “How do other people pay for tattoos?”
“Depends.” Tiny plastic cups rattled on one of the trays as she laid them out, side by side. “O’Kanes get certain ones for free, obviously. More if Ace is feeling generous. Someone off the street better bring cash, clean credits, or damn good favors. He barters sometimes, too.”
“Did he do yours?”
Emma grinned as she dropped to a rolling stool and pulled the tray to rest beside the tattoo chair. “Ace would have a hissy if I let anyone else do my ink. He gave me my first one a few years back–I’d heard he was the best, so I saved up and brought him one of my designs. Been in and out of this shop ever since.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Are you adding my questions to my bill?”
Her grin gentled into a smile. “Maybe.” She pressed the design notebook face down against a thinner sheet of paper, then ran them both quickly under a light fixed to the bottom of the rolling tray. The image appeared on the thin sheet, and she held up the paper. “Where do you want it?”
“Wherever you think is best.” This was fascinating, too. Watching her so sure and confident, totally in her element. She looked the way he felt surrounded by terminal screens–in control.
She considered him for a moment, then cleaned a spot on the left side of his chest. “Here, I think.” When she pressed the light-processed paper to his wet skin and lifted it once more, it left a blue image of the design behind. “Perfect.”
Right over his own frozen heart.
Speed Questions
Coffee or Tea
<span style="bree: Pepsi Max?
Donna: Tea!
Cake or Pie
<span background:="" style="donna: Pie
Chocolate or Vanilla
<span background:="" style="donna: Chocolate
Morning or Night
<span background:="" style="donna: Night
Twitter or Facebook
<span background:="" style="donna: Twitter
Sweet or Salty
<span background:="" style="donna: Both at the same time.
Fantasy or Romance
<span background:="" style="donna: …both at the same time! LOL
Comedy or Horror
<span background:="" style="donna: Comedy
Real book or E-book
Favorite TV Show
<span style="bree: Parks & Rec
Donna: Almost Human
Favorite Superhero
<span background:="" style="donna: Movieverse Wolverine
Favorite snack
<span style="bree: Salt & Vinegar Pringles
Donna: Sunflower seeds
Biggest pet peeve
<span background:="" style="donna: People who reply-all on mass emails to total strangers.
Favorite word
<span background:="" style="donna: fuck
Dream job (other than author)
<span style="donna: Maybe TV show creator/writer? (I can't imagine a dream job
without storytelling in it!)
<span style="donna: Maybe TV show creator/writer? (I can't imagine a dream job
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