LUST (A STEPBROTHER ROMANCE)

Trent’s repeat success had also drawn the attention of a major label veteran – and that friendship quickly blossomed into mentorship. Guided every step of the way, he was weeks away from formally debuting his own label, Whiplash Records.

Not only were we self-representing, a couple of other singers wanting to go solo had already headhunted Trent to support them. He was just putting the finishing touches on the proper team of studio professionals to see their careers rise.

Some of them were here this night, watching Trent propose to me. I’d naively thought this was some kind of a label pre-launch party, which is why I’d been surprised when other Top 40 musicians had been present.

As the champagne popped, and musical celebrities came to offer their congratulations, I realized that I had found my place in the world – a place beside the man who had always looked out for me and kept the evil men in my life away.

With that said, though, my distorted memories from before the accident were probably never going to come back…

But you know what?

I didn’t need them.

This new life of mine that Trent and I had forged together was perfect, just the way that it was. And now, with his ring on my finger, I knew that we were going to be happy together for the rest of our lives… I even took the time to let Old Greg know about it… It just felt right.

While we enjoyed the company of our friends, my fingers slipped into my pocket for my phone. I was going to make a post to Facebook for our fans to see. That’s when my fingers brushed against the folded sheet of paper – the results from my surprise exam earlier today.

I hadn’t even told him my big surprise yet.

Trent was going to be a daddy.

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Protect And Serve

A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

By Nikki Wild and Kat Jackson

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Protect and Serve

Sandra Williams is a by-the-books detective with a job to do: Protect Nathaniel Hale, the most infuriatingly arrogant and hopelessly self-entitled billionaire playboy on the planet. There’s only one problem…

He’s the man who took her innocence…

It was supposed to be an easy ride… Just spend a few days shacked up in a cheap apartment until the bastard could testify.

The rules were simple. Keep him alive, keep him quiet, and don’t have sex with him… Again…

Two out of three isn’t bad…

This is a stand-alone novel with a HEA and NO cliffhanger.

Acknowledgments

Thanks to my husband and my wonderful children for being so patient with me. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you all.

The last place on earth that I wanted to be was at Nathaniel Hale’s front door.

I sighed as I looked up at the obscene decadence looming before me. This was the mansion I’d come to loathe over the past few years, and one I’d ended up at more times than I cared to count. It was home to one of the most obnoxious playboys I’d ever met, a walking, talking, self-entitled stereotype who had made my life hell on more than one occasion.

And this time, I was not coming here to fuck him. It didn’t matter how much I wanted him to open this door and pull me inside by my hair for old times sake... I was here on police business, and that was the beginning and the end of it. Our history together didn’t put him above the law, and neither did his pile of money.

I stared at the thick wooden door, waiting for a response. Nathan wasn’t exactly a criminal, but he was definitely a nuisance. Maybe having a multibillion dollar inheritance dropped on your lap could do that to a person. Even now, the front lawn was strewn with remnants of another of his famous parties. I never knew what exactly he was celebrating, but it almost always involved half-naked women and rivers of booze.

And despite my best intentions, here I was again. Nathaniel Hale’s little puppet… He knew the power he held over me… Every time I showed up at his door, badge in hand, he’d flash me a lopsided grin and tell me: Loosen up a little, Officer Williams. Come on in and have a drink with me.

That wasn’t going to happen today. No matter how much I wanted it, I had to be strong. If I went through that door, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. This time, he was coming with me.

I smiled at the thought. It was about damn time some of Nathaniel Hale’s skeletons came out of the closet.

The first time I knocked on this door I was a rookie just out of the academy, and I didn’t know anything about those skeletons. Barely twenty years old and on my own, I couldn’t even legally have the drink he offered me… But Mr. Hale insisted. He knew what he was doing. I was young and innocent and he was the kind of man who gets what he wants. Maybe if I hadn’t gone inside I wouldn’t be standing here again…

I could remember following him through the door that first time, ticket-in-hand and ready to fine him for the disturbance and get back to my beat. I lost my entire train of thought as he drew me inside. I’d grown up on the wrong side of the tracks, and I’d never been close to a house this big, let alone inside one. There was a chandelier hanging over the entry that probably cost more than my salary. Music pulsed through me, the beats keeping time with my own racing heart.

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