The Mafia south of the Mason Dixon Line has had its share of dark, twisted, angsty books. The guys are possessive alpha males with an unhinged side that only the right woman brings out in each of them. Saxon Houston has been in every book since Smokeshow ( book one). He’s introduced in the very first chapter of the series. Readers have come to know him as the good guy that never gets the girl… until now.
The problem is- nice, compassionate, thoughtful Saxon has been hurt, he’s been forced into the mafia life he was born into, and those two things have changed him. He’s angry and getting more comfortable in the world of organized crime.
When the girl who broke him shows up pregnant with his baby, things get messy. Real messy.
Smokin’ Hot
releases September 17
Excerpt:
Saxon
Gage sat back on the leather sofa in Liam Walsh’s office, smoking a cigar, smirking at me. He was enjoying this. I had gotten trashed and taken home a stripper who also did adult movies. We’d used condoms, but I was sure as hell getting checked as soon as we got back to Ocala.
“Echo, huh? You gonna see her again?” Gage asked me.
“No,” was my immediate response.
“Did all three of you take one of Liam’s girls to the hotel?” Levi asked as he sat across from me, frowning.
“Kye and Mattia shared one,” I muttered.
That one had talked non-fucking-stop on the ride over here. At least Echo wasn’t that annoying. She’d just kept touching me. I felt like I needed a damn shower.
“Surprised Kye didn’t rope you into his threesome instead of Mattia.” Gage smirked.
“Spanking asses with belts isn’t my thing, and neither is seeing another guy’s dick near the girl I’m trying to fuck.”
There was a lot in my life that had changed over the past six months, but that part was mine to control. I wasn’t letting the family completely transform me.
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Gage drawled. “Not that I want that anymore but every single guy needs to have a taste of it. Just once.”
Levi let out a short laugh. “You’d fucking murder a man if he got his dick near Shiloh.”
Gage took the cigar from his clamped teeth. “I’d murder a man for thinking about Shiloh and his dick in the same sentence.”
“Just not my thing,” I grumbled. My head was still pounding. Why did he have to keep talking?
“Where the fuck is Liam?” Levi asked, standing back up and walking over to the liquor cabinet. “It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow, and Aspen is giddy about that shit. I need to get home.”
“Had an issue at one of his clubs in Miami last night. He’s on his way. Besides, Kye isn’t here yet. Left his wallet in the hotel room,” Gage told him. “The women are all cooking and baking. Well, except my woman. She’s just there, looking pretty.”
I dropped my head and rubbed my temples some more. That seemed to be the only relief I could get. I wasn’t touching a drop of alcohol for weeks. This was hell. I should have stuck with a couple of beers.
The door opened, and I lifted my head to see a guy with dreadlocks, covered in tattoos, wearing a leather vest thing—they called it a cut or some shit—walk into the room. Not Liam. Not Kye.
Jesus, I was ready to get this over with so we could leave.
Why couldn’t I have gone with Blaise, Trev, and Huck to fucking Kentucky to buy a horse? I knew more about horses than Trev did. They were already home, and here we were, still dealing with this shit.
“Tex,” Levi greeted the man. I’d heard of him. He was one of Liam’s strong arms.
“Liam said to tell you he was five minutes out. Y’all want me to have the kitchen bring up some food?”
“Sounds good. I’m starving.” Levi was always hungry.
The guy nodded and started to leave when Kye filled the doorway. He nodded at Tex and stepped inside. His gaze swung over to me, and then he grinned.
What the fuck was he up to now? It was his fault I had this headache and had woken up in bed with Echo.
“Funny thing happened,” he said, glancing over in Gage and Levi’s direction before looking back at me. “I went back to my room to get my wallet, but the maid was already there, cleaning my room …” He trailed off, waiting for my reaction.
Fucking hell. Of course he had gone back and seen Haisley there. I had been trying to forget that encounter. I glared at him. There was no point in bringing this up other than to annoy me.
“You were surprised this morning, too, and didn’t even tell us,” Kye added.
“It wasn’t important.” My words came out in a snarl.
Kye crossed his arms over his chest and raised his brows at me. “Really? You spent weeks fucking sulking like a bitch over Haisley Slate, and she showed up at your door in that tight little maid uniform, and it wasn’t important?”
“Haisley was at the hotel?” Levi’s tone made it clear he was pissed.
What the fuck did it matter to him? This wasn’t his business.
“Seems she moved to Gainesville three weeks ago. Her momma had kicked her out. Too many kids in the house. I did a quick check with hotel management before I left to make sure she wasn’t lying. Her story checked out.”
Kye’s immediate defense of her rubbed me the wrong way. The fact that her mom had kicked her out didn’t sit well in my stomach though. Not that I should care. At fucking all.
“You talked to her then? Got all this out of her?” Levi asked him.
Kye nodded. “She was trying to clean up our used condoms off the floor with a clothespin. I made small talk and handled the mess for her.”
I winced. I didn’t care that she had been cleaning up used condoms or that she’d likely seen the ones I’d picked up and tossed in the trash. Didn’t matter. She wasn’t my concern.
“Where is she living?” Levi asked.
Kye shrugged. “I didn’t get stalkerish. Although she is a fucking hot package.”
My chest got tight as I fisted my hands in my lap.
“You should have asked. Seems off to me.” Levi had an angry expression as he glared at Kye.
Was he asking for Aspen? Did she want to know? Why else would he give a shit? I didn’t. Not anymore.
Unable to just sit there, I stood up and walked over to the pool table. I didn’t want to think about Haisley. It was going to mess me up.
She had gotten under my skin, made me feel shit, made me think I was going to get the girl I wanted this time. Then—bam—she shut me out. When I went to her trailer, she wouldn’t come to the door. Her kid brother told me if I didn’t leave, he was calling the cops. She stopped showing up at the hospital. She’d just disappeared.
“After seeing her again and really getting a good look at her, I get why Echo didn’t seem to do anything for you until you were wasted last night. Haisley is fucking prime-A pussy—”
My hand slammed down on the pool table. “SHUT UP!” I shouted. My head felt like it was going to split open.
“That’s enough. We have business to handle,” Levi said.
I didn’t look back at any of them. I couldn’t. It felt like they would be able to see the torment in my eyes. Thinking about her pussy wasn’t something I could handle. I hated Kye for even bringing it up. He was right though. That girl had fucking ruined me, and I despised her for it.
Getting her out of my dreams was the worst part. I couldn’t control my mind when I slept at night
I couldn’t shut down the memories. Two weeks was all we’d had, but somehow, she’d wrecked me in that amount of time.
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