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Book Blurb
Darkness is the only thing I see. Ever since the day my
life changed. The day that everything and everyone I held close to me ceased to
exist. The day I lost it all and the demons of my past consumed my every waking
moment.
I tried to keep others at arm’s length. Tried not to let
my darkness taint them. Ruin them. Harm them. And whether I want to admit it or
not, as much as I wish I could keep them locked out, they refuse to leave.
Refuse to let me suffer alone.
If I hadn’t been so focused on keeping those demons from
flying free, I wouldn’t have missed how one perfect angel was able to sneak her
way under my skin—refusing to let go. Making me want things I don’t deserve.
She consumes me. Her beauty knows no end. The love she
promises tempts me every time she’s near. But that pure heart that makes her MY
Emmy is the one thing I’m convinced I’ll destroy if I ever let her close.
I’m a broken man. A broken man with too much darkness in
his soul to ever let her light shine upon me. But even that doesn’t stop me
from craving her with every single breath in my body.
**This is the final book in the Corps Security series.
This book is not suitable for younger readers. There is strong language, adult
situations, and some violence.*
~ Marlene's Review ~
I knew from the very beginning that Maddox’s story would be an intense one filled with angst and raw emotion. I was right! The events and family dynamic that led him to the present day will break your heart.
“Every bone in my body has screamed at me to take what she’s been offering for years. I’ve seen her. I know what she wants, but I won’t let my demons hurt her. Not my Emmy.” - Maddox
What I didn’t see coming was Emmy’s back story. Wow. It’s a wonder that this woman is capable of seeing the goodness in anyone. But she does, and she forces Maddox to see the goodness in himself.
“I was dying, daily, every time you would look at me but look right through me.” - Emmy
Maddox and Emmy finally coming together is so touching, heartwarming, full of frustration and finally pure happiness.
“God, I’m one lucky son of a bitch. I have a life so full of blessings that I don’t even remember the dark days when, before, I never thought this was possible.” - Maddox
Harper Sloan not only gave Maddox and Emmy the happily ever after that they deserved, but she also wrapped up all the characters we love into a beautiful farewell package.
Although I realize that this is the final book for Corps Security, I know in my heart that we haven’t lost these Alphas that we love so much forever. I am so excited for Unexpected Fate when we fast forward to Cohen and Dani’s story!
*Harper - Thank you for the laughs, the tears, the alpha hotness and the sleepless nights that you brought with this series. Keep working your magic!
Prologue
Six weeks. It’s been over a
goddamn month since Emmy ran from me.
Just gone.
It took me three days to find her—thanks to the tracking device I had
placed on her car—down in some small Podunk town in south Florida. Even if she had been trying to hide, she’d
done a shit job of it. One search for
her parents would have brought me right to her.
It took me longer to actually get eyes on her than it had to find
her. She was holed up in some cheap-ass
hotel for three weeks. She called in her
meals and never left the room. And
unfortunately, I had to leave and rush home when things out of my control
needed attention and I again had to pull Asher’s head out of his ass. Now I’m back and I’m not leaving until I get
my hands on her.
She doesn’t want to be found. I
know that, but damn if I’m going to let her run off and get away for good. I’ve pushed and pushed her away. Every bone in my body has screamed at me to
take what she’s been offering for years.
I’ve seen her, I know what she wants, but I won’t let my demons hurt
her. Not my Emmy.
Since day one, she’s been the greatest temptation, but I refused to take
everything innocent that is Emmy and let my blackness take her. Because that’s what will happen. It will wrap around her soul and slowly choke
the life out of her. Just like every
other person I’ve allowed in.
I’ll taint her. I’ll ruin
her. And in the end, it will destroy
her.
One smile from her made me fall.
So I pushed her away. I told her
that she would never be what I need—that I would never want her. God, if she only knew. I crave her and everything she keeps trying
to hand me. I crave her and everything
she could give me. My very being calls
out to her, and I work daily to refuse it.
So I pushed.
Until she ran.
But that ends right now.
Looking up at the gaudy neon lights thrown on the top of this hellhole, I
know that was my first mistake.
SYN.
A motherfucking strip club.
This is not a place where my angel belongs. Just the thought of her inside this club
makes my skin crawl. I can feel my anger
becoming a force of its own as the blackness in my soul threatens to burst
through. It’s burning inside my veins
and demanding blood. My nostrils flare,
making my breaths come in loud pants. My
fist clenches—demanding something to pound into, something to destroy. My skin feels tight. Every vein in my body is pulsing with each
wild beat of my heart.
I’m going to explode.
The bouncer doesn’t even give me a second thought. He gives me a brief glance as I pay the
twenty bucks to gain my access into the hellish place. I immediately rip my sunglasses off, taking
in every inch of the room. Black walls
with dim lighting, stereotypical red carpeting and leather booths lining the
room. They have the name right with the
smell of this place—sex and sin with a mixture of smoke and sweat. There are three stages set up around the
room, the center one being the largest and two smaller ones to the left and
right, with a bar against the back wall and one on the top floor.
The whole top-floor bar area is set up on a glass floor, giving these
douchebags around the room the perfect view between the barely dressed servers’
legs. Taking my eyes off the top floor,
where the bartenders are clearly working the glass floor to their advantage, I
scan the room again, squinting my eyes to see through the dim lighting and
heavy smoke.
That’s when I spot her.
“What. The. Fuck,” I snarl under my breath.
The anger I felt earlier burning through my body starts to boil. It’s almost as if my body becomes a force of
its own. The monsters inside me wanting
free.
There she stands, not even five feet away, looking exhausted, wearing
next to nothing. Her skirt—if that’s
what you want to call it—is more like a napkin someone cut in half. From the way she stands—slightly to the
side—I can just make out the perfect roundness of her ass peeking out the
bottom of the hem. Her pert tits are
pushed together and held in a tight bikini top, the fabric so thin that I can
see the outline of her nipples clear as day.
My eyes take in every inch of her exposed skin and I want to roar with
rage.
No one should see her like this.
No one but me. And even though I
don’t have the right to feel this way about her, there isn’t a damn thing that
can stop me now.
She hasn’t seen me yet, so I stalk over to where she’s standing. She turns right when I’m about to reach out
for her and her eyes go wide, shock and alarm clear in her beautiful,
honey-brown eyes.
“Wha—”
“What the fuck are you doing, Em?” I bite out.
She shrinks back at my tone before she catches herself and goes
stiff. I can tell instantly that I’m not
going to like anything she has to say.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Emmy. What in the
hell are you doing in this place?”
She tilts her head slightly, taking me in. Her eyes leave mine and roam the room before
she gives a stiff nod. When she turns
her focus back to me, I go stock-still at her words.
“I’m exactly where I should be, Maddox.
I’m home.” Her tone is
submissive, and that fury inside me goes from a boiling fire to ice cold.
With that, she turns and stalks off towards the bar. And I see that not only is her ass hanging
out, but so are her hot-pink boy shorts.
“Dude. She’s a fine piece of ass,
right?” The man she was just talking to
speaks in awe.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I growl, feeling that rage return like a
switch has been flipped.
“Ah, you’re new here. Just sit
back, my friend, and get ready for the show.”
He laughs, takes a deep pull from his beer, and turns his attention back
to the main stage, where the current entertainment is doing her best to swallow
the fucking pole with her pussy. She’s
working so hard for it that she might as well be fucking the damn thing.
I’m no stranger to strip clubs.
Back when the guys were all single, we would hit some local ones around
California. No better way to let off
some steam from the shit that is constantly swirling around in my head than to
sit in a room full of naked woman. Where
the music pounds into your body, the drinks are always flowing, and the pussy
is in abundance.
One thing’s for sure: This isn’t a place for Emmy. Hell no.
Without taking my eyes from Emmy, I drop my body into the nearest
booth. She’s in a heated argument with
the bartender and an older man who looks about as run-down as this fucking
town. She throws her hands in the air,
her head moving wildly, and if I had to guess, her stunning eyes are burning
bright. She points over to me a few
times, and all the older man does is shake his head, obviously not giving her
what she wants. I just scowl at them
from the booth, waiting for her to walk her ass back over here so I can explain
to her that it’s time to go.
“Hey there, handsome,” a raspy voice says to my right. “Looking for some fun tonight? I bet a big man like you would be up for
something wild.”
“No.” I don’t even look at
her. My eyes never leave Emmy—who is now
looking at me. A mix of ire and hurt is
written all over her face. Even with the
shit lighting in this place, I can see it…and I hate it.
Fucking hurt? Is she serious right
now? Pissed I can understand. She didn’t want to be found and I found her.
“I won’t bite, baby. That is
unless you want me to.” Her hands snake
around my neck and down my chest.
Turning my attention away from Emmy, I look at the bleach-blonde hair,
weathered skin, and fake tan of this bitch in front of me. I’ll give her credit—she tries to hide it
with more than enough makeup for about ten women, but this piece of work in
front of me has to be pushing fifty.
“I said no, woman. What part of
that didn’t you understand? And for the
last time, do not touch me.” I reach up
and pull her hand off my stomach before she can go any further.
Moving my eyes back to where I last saw Emmy has me coming up empty. What the hell? I scan the room but she is still nowhere to
be found.
“Ah, sweet cheeks. I know what you
want. Good luck with that one. Rose doesn’t play around, and honey, why
would you want her when you can have me?
After all, I taught her everything she knows.” She leans down and, before I can guess her
intent, licks my neck, clearly taking my distraction at her words to her
advantage.
I turn swiftly and move into her space, making sure she doesn’t mix this
shit up in her head to think that I would somehow ever want her ass.
“Do. Not. Touch. Me. You got that,
sweet cheeks?”
She looks me in the eyes for a few beats before throwing her head back
and laughing. The sound of it hits my
ears like nails on a chalkboard.
“Your loss.”
When she walks off, I start my scan of the room again. No Emmy in sight. I run my hand over my buzzed scalp before
settling in for the wait.
Thirty minutes later and I still haven’t found her. The crowd is getting restless. The chicks taking turns on the stage now
haven’t been impressive and they undoubtedly want more. The pole humper has moved on to one of the
smaller stages. The last act on the main
stage was slightly better, but all she did was basically finger-fuck herself on
the stage before fumbling to get to her feet on her ridiculous heels.
Jesus Christ.
I wait, determined not to leave until I have her with me. Another thirty minutes and two more rotations
on the stages have my frustration levels going up even higher. How the hell did she just disappear? I know she didn’t leave. The tracking device on her car, which is
sitting right next to my truck in the parking lot, hasn’t alerted me of any
movement. I’ll be damned if she takes
off on me again.
After signaling over another server, I order a beer and check my phone
again to make sure the tracker isn’t malfunctioning. I’m just putting my phone in my pocket when a
deep voice cuts over the music.
“Gentleman of Syn. It’s the moment
you’ve been waiting for. The one your
dicks have been begging for all fucking night.
The Princess of Syn herself. The
one and only, Rose!”
The Princess of Syn? What an idiot. I laugh to myself, placing my beer to my
lips for a long pull. The music starts
and the first few notes of Lollipop by Framing Hanley fill the air. Got to give this chick props—at least she
picked a good song.
The house lights go down, plunging the room into darkness, before a
spotlight hits the main stage. The smoke
clinging to the air gives the stage an eerie glow. I take my eyes off the action and attempt
scan the darkness of the room again for Emmy.
Movement by the back corner catches my attention at the same time that
the crowd goes electric. Idiots start
throwing their money left and right, calling to this Princess of Syn to take them.
What morons.
I focus on the corner again and see the blonde from earlier smiling her
wicked smile at me before pointing to the stage. Turning back to the stage, I watch as a
woman, who I assume is this so-called princess, spins effortlessly on the pole,
her movements all but blurring her body from the men wishing she were spinning
on their dicks. It doesn’t take me long
to see why the bitch from earlier is telling me to look.
With one quick spin, her hands are placed at the center and her legs are
spread wide and parallel to the pole, showing off her barely there G-sting, I
see my Emmy. It takes a second for the
shock to wear off, and in that second, she gracefully drops from her spin with
a guarded smile to the men crowding the stage.
Lifting her small hands from her side, she drags them up her flat
stomach to take her tits in hand and jiggles them.
Fucking jiggles them.
I can’t control my body at this point.
I’m focused on one thing—the best way to get her off that stage and out
of this place.
She reaches up and, in a move that is obviously practiced, removes her
top, throwing it in to the crowd. There
she dances with her body on display, caressing her naked tits until her nipples
pebble. Turning her back to the room,
she bends at the waist and starts to slowly pull her G-sting down her long,
toned legs.
This is when the reality of this situation hits me. I’ll fucking kill all of these motherfuckers
in the room.
Then she drops to her knees before getting on all fours and crawling
towards the end of the stage.
Hell. No.
I’m on my feet in seconds, stalking through the crowd, pushing any man
who stands in the way of my woman and me.
I don’t even lift my arms from my side.
I just barrel through the bodies with one goal in mind.
She doesn’t see me coming since she’s back on her feet and walking to the
pole again. With a leap that would make
my high school track coach proud, I’m on the stage, and a second later, I have
a naked Emmy thrown over my shoulders before I jump off the stage. The sharp pain up my leg does nothing to
extinguish my determination.
I can see the bouncers coming, and with one hand on her slick ass, I
reach out and punch the first one in the face, taking great pleasure watching
him instantly buckle to the floor. The
other one comes at me from the side, but he doesn’t get far before I pick up
the chair to my left one-handed and crack it against his fucking head.
Emmy is struggling with such vigor that I’m forced to put her down. She looks up, ready to spit fire at me,
before snapping her mouth shut when she sees the expression on my face. I have no doubt that I look just as feral as
I feel.
“Don’t you open that sweet fucking mouth, Emersyn. I swear to Christ, now is not the time to
fucking piss me off any further.”
I rip my shirt off and roughly pull it over her head. She struggles and puts up a fight,
momentarily distracting me from the third bouncer coming at full throttle. His fist takes me by surprise, but not for
long. Grabbing her wrist so she doesn’t
get away, I turn to the motherfucker stupid enough to get in my way.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I seethe.
He goes to punch me again, but I duck and pop up before he realizes he
failed. Bringing my head forward, I
head-butt him right between the eyes and almost smile when he falls
instantly.
I’m stopped at the door by the last bartender she was speaking with
earlier. He goes to make a move but
pulls up when he sees the look in my eyes.
I’ll fucking kill and I’m sure it’s written clear as day on my face.
“Do it. I dare you.” My tone leaves no room for argument. I’m leaving with her and there isn’t a person
on this Earth who can stop me.
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About the Author:
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from
her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the
house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husbands chagrin. Harper has a
borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with
her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her
favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the
house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect
way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding
alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
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