Brutal Heir

The evening started with dinner in Paris. It ended with me as his captive.

When I went to an author convention, I didn’t expect to find myself enjoying a rooftop meal with the sexiest cover model in the business, let alone screaming his name in bed later that night.

I didn’t plan to be targeted by assassins, rushed to a helicopter under cover of armed men, and then spirited away to his home country with my bottom still burning from a spanking either, but it turns out there are some really important things I didn’t know about Diavolo Montoya…

Like the fact that he’s the heir to a notorious crime syndicate.

I should hate him, but even as his prisoner our connection is too intense to ignore, and I’m beginning to realize that what began as a moment of passion is going to end with me as his.

Forever.