Untamed: Heath & Violet (Beg For It 3)

“Someone who could get under his skin.” I nodded, seeing it. It would take someone strong-willed, though, to go toe-to-toe with that alpha CEO.

“Someone who could ruffle his feathers,” Gigi added, clapping with mischievous glee.

“Yes, I think that would do nicely for Colt,” said Gram, deciding the matter. “Now you two come find me later.” She smiled at us, and before she turned her attention to other partygoers, I could have sworn she looked at Heath and gave him a sly wink. What did the two of them have up their sleeves?

Heath linked his arm through mine and began leading me through the crowd at a leisurely pace. “So now you know,” he confessed. “This whole thing between us was a set up. My grandmother declared last year it must happen, and so it did.”

I laughed. “I can’t believe your grandmother is magic, on top of everything else!”

“Pretty amazing.” He nodded in agreement.

“Seriously, though. Last year at this same party, she told you you needed to get a woman in your life?”

“She did.”

“What did you say?” I laughed, imagining gruff Heath getting a directive like that.

“I told her she was crazy,” he admitted, chuckling. Stroking his jaw, he reflected, “though now I have to admit. My new motto is ‘listen to your grandmother.’”

“That’s a great motto,” I agreed.

“But there’s one more thing I haven’t done yet.” He paused, and I realized why he’d taken me over to that corner of the room. It was more quiet, almost secluded, with a large piece of mistletoe hanging down from a shiny red ribbon. I smiled at him. He didn’t need mistletoe as an excuse to kiss me. The man could wrap me in an embrace any time of day or night. But it was a fun Christmas tradition.

“I’ve fallen in love with you, Violet.” He took my hands in his and looked at me, serious and intense. My breath caught in my throat. He’d said it before and it was always music to my ears, but this time? This time something seemed different.

He bent down on one knee. Tears sprang to my eyes as he took something out of his pocket and held it up to me. A ring, sparkling and gorgeous, twinkling among all the holiday lights in the ballroom.

“Violet,” he began. My hands went up over my mouth as I felt myself start crying with joy. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” I cried out, sinking down to my knees as well, dress and all. “Yes! Yes!”

He slipped the ring on my finger and we did that mistletoe proud, kissing each other again as we welcomed our beautiful future together.

THE END

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First Declan and Kara kicked off the Beg for It series with Unleashed. Then we met Ash and Ana in Undone, and Heath and Violet Untamed. There’s another wild ride ahead of you and his name is Colt. He’s the CEO of Kavanaugh Industries, in charge of the family’s billion-dollar fortune. And if you think he likes taking no for an answer, you’re wrong. Which is why he’s so completely unprepared to meet Caroline.

Keep reading for a sneak peek at Unbelievable (Colt & Caroline), to be released June 27th.

UNBELIEVABLE (COLT & CAROLINE)

Throw together a billionaire CEO who always gets his way and a feisty environmental activist set on shutting down his latest real estate development, and you know there’s going to be sparks.

We all know opposites attract, but the kind of heat between these two is next level. Only an unbelievable set of circumstances could let loose a passion this hot. Like if the two of them got marooned on a breathtakingly gorgeous, uninhabited tropical island...

That spark? Now it’s a blazing fire.

NOTE: Unbelievable is a standalone hot adult romance. It’s the fourth story in the Beg for It series about the dominant, alpha males in the Kavanaugh family and the strong, sexy women who make them finally meet their match.

UNBELIEVABLE

Colt

She stood there with her wrists bound up over her head, her full breasts pressed out against her T-shirt. She looked up at me, defiant, her pouty lips parted and ready to yell.

When I’d learned that my latest real estate development project had been targeted by an angry environmental group, I hadn’t pictured anything like this. I’d reluctantly agreed to fly out to the site and see if I could defuse the situation. I didn’t compromise, didn’t like negotiating, but this group was proving a bigger thorn in my side than expected. In honor of my visit, the leader of the protests and a few others had chained themselves to the fence around our construction site.

It was just dumb luck that the lead activist turned out to have a body built for sin. And she’d somehow handcuffed herself in exactly the right way to showcase her assets. I’d cuffed more than a few playmates in exactly that position for a night of fun.

Dealing with these activists might be more enjoyable than I’d thought. Starting with their leader. I took a step closer, towering over her.

“I’d offer my hand to say hello,” I said, a wry smile on my lips. My gaze flickered up to her handcuffed wrists. “But

I see you’re all tied up.”

“Save your sweet talk,” she hissed at me, fire in her eyes.

“You haven’t heard anything yet,” I warned her, taking another step closer. She had honey-colored hair, tumbling down her shoulders in loose curls. Flushed, she struggled a bit against her restraints. I smiled, enjoying the show. How good of her to play along exactly how I liked. Now if only we didn’t have a slew of crazy environmental activists and members of the press surrounding us.

“We don’t want your hotel here!” she spat out at me.

“It’s not a hotel,” I corrected her. “It’s a destination resort.”

She rolled her eyes. “You think you can just come here, buy up our land, and build some mega-hotel?”

“Resort,” I corrected her again. “And, yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing.” I felt a strong urge to stroke a strand of her hair that had worked its way down and now rested, curling gently along the swell of her breast.

“Eyes up here,” she growled at me.

With a grin, I complied. For now. “It’s not my fault that you handcuffed yourself for me.”

“I did not handcuff myself for you!” She stomped her foot. It just made me smirk even more, seeing her get all agitated. The movement made her breasts jiggle in the most appealing way. “We are chaining ourselves to this fence around your proposed construction site in protest!”

“Right, right,” I soothed her, glancing to the side and noting a few scraggly-looking hippie types chained to the fence. “What is it you’re angry about again?” I looked at her lips as I spoke, so full and lush and plump. Her tongue flicked out, briefly, and my cock hardened in response.

“The lichen!” some kooky activist down the fence belted out.

“Yes!” she answered, seeming to remember herself. “The lichen! Love the lichen!”