Melinda thinks she’s just coming to grandma’s for dinner, but she’s wrong. She’s wrong about a lot of things. None of which is my business.
Until I make it my business. There’s more to Melinda than I imagined. She’s not simply going to march up to the auction block for me. With her red hair and fiery spirit, she’s giving me more trouble than I anticipated. But I’ve never run from trouble before.
But she draws dangerous attention and what seemed like a simple collect and deliver job turns into something more. She drags my darkness forward, bathing it in her light. But if she doesn’t toe the line, if she keeps pushing, she’ll fall deep into the pit with me.
The unwanted advances from outside are closing in, and I have to find a way to keep her safe. I need her, and I won’t let her go.
grandfather’s debt. You said that. So, my choices are what? Who gets to buy me?
Who I get to be a slave to for the rest of my life?” Her cheeks reddened. “You
are a monster. A disgusting monster.”
step toward her.
She’d had all afternoon to gather up her anger and spew it at him when he
walked in, but she would learn to keep her venom fanged from now on.
placating tone. But it was too late. The claws had been unsheathed.
he caught her.
shoulder blades, but he wouldn’t be stopped. She wanted to see what a monster
truly was, and he was going to give her the lesson she needed.
Marching down the hall and down the stairs, taking little care to be sure she
wasn’t bouncing too hard, he headed for the stairs leading down to the
passed by with Melinda screaming and kicking over his shoulder.
corner and went for the room he needed.
her legs kicked. He readjusted his grip around her knees and smacked her ass
hard enough to knock some sense into her.
threw open the door to the basement.
clattered down the wooden staircase.
appeared to be an ordinary man-cave with a large screen television set. A
dartboard hung on the wall. A minibar and fridge nestled in the corner. Really
of her hair had tumbled out of the elastic band and rained down around her
shoulders. Her face was red from dangling upside down, but her eyes held his
interest. Wide and curious.
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