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I’m a sick, perverted fuck. I want to defile the only innocent thing that exists in this god forsaken place. Luna is as pure as they come, eighteen, untouched, and beautiful. But I can’t have her. It’s not right. A woman like Luna deserves someone better than me. But the hunger I have for her seeks control, And I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back much longer. Jason Riggs is as hot as they come. He’s everything I yearn for in this empty life of mine. Hiding away in Ravenous is my only hope for a future, and I want Riggs to be a part of it. But he’s hiding something, something wicked and dirty. I won’t stop until I find out his secrets. And when I do, he’ll be all mine.
Six months ago… “SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK?” “She’s got a nice curve to her.” “How long do you think before I have to pick her up?” “Give me about a week with her and I’ll have her all primed up so you can ride her away into the sunset, bro.” “Make sure you take good care of her.” “Dude it’s a paint job, not rocket science. Pick her up in a week.” I walked out of Knox’s repair shop feeling hesitant and even a little strange having to walk home. But Knox had promised me a paint job and who better to do it than one of the brothers. I was feeling absolutely exhausted and completely out of it. I had just finished a job and my body was finally feeling it. I’m in the business of stalking people. Not the type of stalking your perverted little mind is thinking about, although that kind could definitely be a lot of fun. No. I do surveillance installments for a special array of clients. I had built a pretty good reputation of keeping to myself and keeping my mouth shut. Word spreads pretty quickly around the more affluent members of society, and every now and then I’d get a call with pretty high payouts. A good side job to have as a Hell’s Lovers, it gave us access to a lot of information with a lot of profitable benefits. In this particular case, the lady wanted surveillance done on her cheating husband. I had placed a few cameras in the house, but I needed to set up visual and audio in his office at work. Getting in without being noticed was the hardest part, especially when I had to infiltrate the security system first. Did I mention I also handled a few hacking jobs on the side. Nights like this were few and far between, but like I said, this job alone would pay my rent for at least a year. The way I saw it, it had to be done, and it felt great to add another zero to the amount in my savings account. The streets were dead silent and I was deep in thought as I crossed the street and headed to my apartment. A shrill scream coming from one of the warehouse alleys stopped me dead in my tracks. I froze and waited, but I didn’t hear anything else. Out of the corner of my eye, about a block away, I saw a young girl run out into the street only to be dragged back into the shadows. This part of the street had more than a few broken street lamps, and my body tensed as I tried to adjust my eyes to the darkness. At the same time, I was assessing my surroundings, but the back streets were always pretty much empty at this time of night. I slowly made my way up the block, keeping myself on alert in case someone jumped out at me. I was ex-Navy Seal, sneaking up on someone was my expertise. Well, that and being able to use anything in my reach as a weapon, now that was a honed trait. As I rounded the corner, her piercing scream shot me into action and my survival instincts kicked in. As I came up to the dark alley anger coursed through my veins. The man was a big guy, taller than me, and that’s pretty big considering I’m six two. The girl looked so tiny and fragile pressed up into the concrete wall. Her jeans were at her ankles and he was struggling to pull his own pants down as he dug his hands in between her legs. “Open up, you fucking whore! Don’t you dare fight me! It’s fucking time I get paid for all the shit I’ve given you!” I scowled in disgust at him and went right into action, stealthily coming up behind them. Her big blue innocent eyes focused on me, unshed tears making them glisten. In that moment, I felt the dire need to save her and take her far away from there. She was a fighter and immediately began struggling harder as I approached. But the mother fucker didn’t like that, and he reached back and punched her in the gut taking her breath away. Feeling as if all the demons were carrying me over to them, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and held him in a vice grip. Catching him off guard, I put all my strength into my fist and punched him twice on the side, right up against the liver. He grunted and staggered back. Her knees gave way and she dropped to the ground. I stepped in to grab her before she collapsed to the floor. Taking her in my arms, I leaned her gently back against the wall. Her eyes met mine for a brief moment. “Give me a second, baby girl. I’ll be right back. I then turned back to the piece of shit behind me. In his hurry to get at her, one hand was struggling to keep his pants pulled up while the other held a blade. “She’s fucking mine!” he yelled out. I growled in anger and lunged at him. He swung his arm around, but I caught him by the wrist and squeezed. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in horror at the sound of his bone cracking. He screamed as his fingers released the knife. I hit him with a clear upper cut that sent him sprawling onto the pavement a few feet away from me. I had to be careful or I’d kill him. My training taught me how to kill, but it also taught me control. I straddled his large form and grabbed him up by the collar. I punched with precision, twice in the nose, a feeling of satisfaction running through me as I heard the crack. He groaned and grabbed his face. I fisted his shirt and forced him to look at me. “I see you around here again and I’ll fucking end you.” I shoved him back and the coward crumpled back on the pavement and scurried into a corner. I went back to the fainted beauty. Dark raven locks flowed around her face and I pushed them back and lingered on her soft features. She looked young and fragile. My eyes took in her long lashes that touched high rosy cheekbones. Her red lips were slightly parted and her breathing was soft and steady. I looked down and her shirt had been torn open exposing two round pillows that were encased in what looked like the softest lace, a little worn from use. The urge to lean my head there was sudden, and unexpected. I swallowed hard and scrunched my eyes shut. Looking up to the sky, I let my hands guide me as they trailed down her naked thighs and knees until I found the waistband of her panties. Not looking at her was even worse. As my hands drifted over her, I could feel her soft warmth even more intensely. Hastily, I lifted her, dragging her jeans up over her hips and waist. Her tiny body leaned against mine and the soft scent of lavender filled the air around her. I breathed her in as I cradled her in my arms and walked the five blocks to my apartment. As soon as I entered the dark space, I slammed the door shut and made my way into the bedroom. I laid her on my bed and took a good long look at the delicate beauty. She was so young, so innocent. For some reason, my body became alive with arousal, but I kept myself under control. She was pulling at my body with some sort of invisible magnet and I was in complete shock at myself. My mind filled with thoughts of how sweet her cunt would taste on my lips, and how long and sleek her hair was, perfect to twist around my fist, giving me control over her small body as I drove my cock snugly inside of her. I turned and left her lying there. I walked out and took the elevator up to Grayson’s loft. I needed a place to crash, and the club’s VP had plenty of rooms to spare. To be honest, I didn’t trust myself to be near her, didn’t trust myself to be alone with her. Images of her face and body kept drifting in and out of my thoughts and my dreams all night. I woke up early the next morning and went down to see her. I needed to know that she was real. She looked so damn beautiful as she opened the door. She must have rummaged through my clothes and was wearing an old Nirvana t-shirt I had tucked in a drawer. Her perky breasts pushed at the fabric letting me know she had nothing on underneath. My eyes travelled down to her long sultry legs and I just stood there, imagining them wrapped around me. She shifted and my eyes met hers, her eyes shined brightly back at me and when she smiled my heart slammed into my throat. “Hi,” she whispered. “Hi, yourself.” I watched her carefully as she stepped back and let me in. She looked so tiny in my apartment and all I wanted to do was cradle her on my lap and murmur sweet nothings into her ear. My cock jumped and I quickly rounded the kitchen counter, trying to put as much space as I could between us. I cleared my throat. “Did you sleep well?” She folded her hands in front of her, shyly playing with the hem of the shirt. She looked so virginal in that one moment and I could feel my blood flowing hotly down to my groin. I stifled a groan. “Um...yes.” Her answer was a soft whisper. “Did you eat?” “You...don’t have any food.” “Fuck.” I grimaced and rummaged through the cabinets to find something. I sighed when I came up empty handed. “I’ll get you something.” She nodded and I looked down, not sure what else to say. After a few seconds she broke the silence. “Thank you...for last night. My foster father can be a bit brutal.” “You’re foster father?” my astonishment showed in my face . She nodded and when she spoke it was the softest of whispers, I had to strain to hear her. “We had an argument last night. I…I told him I was running away and he chased me out into the street. I never thought he’d go that far.” I listened carefully to her confession and a million questions arose, but I went with the most important of them all. “Has he ever touched you before?” “No. He’s said stuff to me, but never laid his hands on me.” “Fucker!” I looked her up and down. She looked thin and frail. “Do you have a place to stay?” She bit her bottom lip and once again my cock stirred. “Not really.” “Then you’re staying here.” “But...” I shook my head. “You need a place to stay and this place is as good as any.” “I don’t want to intrude...” I took the three short strides up to her. Taking her chin in my hand, I lifted it slightly, having her look up at me. “What’s your name, baby girl?” She hesitated for a moment before answering. “Luna.” I waited for a last name, but she stayed quiet and I accepted that. If she didn’t want me knowing her name, I wasn’t going to force her. “Luna, I’m Jason Riggs. Most people call me Riggs.” She smiled sweetly and my heart melted. “Hi, Riggs.” “Hi, baby girl.” I stared at those pretty blue eyes for a good long minute and then stepped away from her. “You can stay here as long as you’d like. No worries about me. I can stay at a friend’s.” “You won’t stay here with me?” I turned to her and gave her a wolfish grin. “Baby girl, I’m gonna’ be real honest with you. I’m a grown man, and if I stay here with you, watching you wear my shirts like you do, I won’t hesitate to take you in my arms until your moaning my name. You understand me?” Her cheeks tinted a rosy pink and she looked down to the floor. I stood up and grabbed a bag from my room, stuffing it with jeans, shirts and the necessary stuff. I didn’t need much, I never did. When I came out I noticed she was still wearing my shirt and was perched on one of the kitchen stools. I stood in the hall entrance, leisurely taking my time gazing over her legs, I wanted to keep the mental picture in my mind for as long as possible. When my eyes travelled up to her lips, I noticed them slightly part and she gasped softly as her eyes lingered on me. I shook my head as I headed towards the entrance. I opened the door and turned to look at her one last time. “Don’t worry about food. I’ll take care of it. If you need anything, anything at all, I left my number on the nightstand for you with an extra set of keys.” Without letting her respond, I slammed the door behind me and trudged up to Grayson’s apartment. If I stayed with her, there was no telling what I’d do to her. I wasn’t about to leave her completely alone, and at least if I was upstairs I would be close by if she needed me. There was something about Luna that captured me, for the life of me I just didn’t know why.
She’s a wildcat in bed and she’s driving me insane! Ever since that first night I can’t get enough of Rahyne Andrews. Her kisses, her body, her moans, drive me crazy. I can’t seem to say no to her. My only problem is, that she doesn’t seem to be interested in more than my body. And I’m not about to have my control taken away from me. She either bends to my will, or I’m walking. Grayson Carter is everything I ever dreamed of and more. He’s built like a rock and knows how to satisfy my every need. But the last thing I want is to have another failed relationship. Especially, when it involves a member of the Hell’s Lovers. I’m the one in control, I’m always in control… So why is it that Grayson Carter is the only man who has ever made me beg for more.
Scarlett Chase is every man’s wet dream. As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine. That is, until I found out she was untouchable. One kiss, one forbidden touch, will have me out on the streets and stripped of who I am. Yet I want her. I need her. And I’m done following all these damn rules.
Wolf Stone is my obsession. Ever since he pulled over on that empty road, I’ve been tormented by the man. His possessive words and heated looks have me tightly wound. One touch, and he lights me on fire. But I want more. I not only want him in my bed, I want to keep him for myself. But he won’t budge, and now it’s up to me to entice his sleeping wolf.
My name is Crimson Syn, not really, but what fun is it to use my real name. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much more fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful education, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl ask for? I started writing at the age of sixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s Bride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishing romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must say it, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did it influence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read Mary Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out. Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy were they hot.
So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues, without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am satisfied.
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