Title: Royal Blood
Series: Royal Blood
#1
Author: Amity Cross
Release Date: December 8,
2014
Synopsis
A hit gone wrong, an impossible
contract, revenge and the ultimate kicker… falling in love.
Mercy Reid is a runner.
Mercy Reid is a runner.
She found the perfect place to hide, until it wasn't.
Xavier "X" Blood always gets what he wants.
He had the perfect arrangement, until it wasn't.
X
is
the mysterious tough guy from Royal Blood MC who gets shit done.
Cross the Club and you get a visit from
X. Only one person walks away at
the end of it...and it isn't
you.
Mercy is hiding something.
Something big. Looking to get lost, she
runs from one hopeless situation
right into the clutches of a
monster.
When X and Mercy meet, something more electrifying than sparks fly. Something dangerous, passionate and forbidden.
When you deal in death, there's only one way things can end...
Or is there?
- If
you like sparkly unicorns and hearts,
Royal Blood IS NOT for
you.
- If
you like dark twisty anti-heroes and
heart stopping roller coasters, Royal
Blood IS for
you.
- If
you like teddy bears and kittens with
whiskers, Royal Blood IS NOT for
you.
- If
you like unapologetic alpha males
that drip sex and talk dirty, Royal
Blood IS for
you.
You
have been
warned.
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Excerpt
X
Sliding out
of the booth, I sauntered across
the pub and ducked behind the counter.
Nobody gave me a second glance. They
didn’t know who I was, nobody did, but
they knew I wasn’t anybody good. Peering
through the window on the door, Mercy had
her back turned, wiping at her damp
T-shirt. I could step into her from
behind and show her how hard I was…but that
wasn’t the way this game was going to be
played.
Pressing the
door open with the flat of
my palm, she looked up at me with blue
eyes that gave away two things. Her hair
wasn’t naturally black and by the way her
pupils dilated, she was amped up. I
was interested in only one of these
observations and by the way my cock began
to stir, there was no guessing which one
was the money shot.
Mercy glared
up at me, trying to cover
her surprise at my
appearance.
“What the
fuck do you want?” she spat,
dabbing at her tiny T-shirt with a rag.
“You’re not allowed back here.
Employees
only."
I stepped
closer, not put off by her
tone at all. I’d had worse.
“I don’t
give a shit,” I said.
She eyed me,
her gaze raking from head
to cock and back up
again.
I quirked an
eyebrow, my lip curling in
amusement.
“If you want
something, just fucking say
it,” she said with an exasperated sigh.
“I don’t even know who the fuck you
are."
“X.”
“X, what?”
she said, putting her hands
on her hips. Bitch didn’t miss a
trick.
“It’s my
name."
"X as
in the letter x?" She
rolled her
eyes.
"Got a
problem?" I asked,
inching
closer.
“Yeah.” She
nodded at me. “You’re in a
staff only area. You might be all buddy
buddy with Weiss, but I don’t know you
from
shit."
“The mouth
on you,” I breathed, totally
turned on. I knew she had bite in her,
but fucking Jesus H Christ. The more she
bit, the harder I got. My gaze rested on
her tits. Yeah, I was a tits man
through and through and hers...
“You think
I’m going to let you fuck
me?” she scoffed, her bluntness doing
nothing but turning me on even
more.
My gaze
snapped back to hers. “Who said
I was going to fuck
you?"
She pressed
her hips forward, her groin
rubbing into mine. “Your
cock."
My hand shot
up and grasped the hair at
the nape of her neck. With a sharp tug,
her head fell to the side, leaving her
neck exposed. If I was an asshole, I’d
just take her now, but I wasn’t…fuck
that. I was an
asshole. Asshole was too safe a word to describe the kind
of man I
was.
“No,” I
said, running my gaze down her
pale neck and over her tits. “No, I’m not
going to fuck you, Mercy.” She gave
me a look that screamed ‘offended' and it
only made me grin wider. “Not here.
When I fuck you, I’m not going to share
your screams with
anyone."
Her entire
body shivered and I knew I
had her. Next time, she would come to
me.
Letting her
go, I let her hair run
between my fingers and it took her a beat
too long to step back and separate
our bodies.
Giving her
one last appreciative look, I
turned on my heel and exited the
‘employee only’ room. I could wait. My cock
strained against my jeans in protest, but
this was one desire I was playing out
and
savoring.
I strode
across the bar and pushed out
the door, rearranging
myself.
I could
wait.
Author Bio
live in a leafy suburb of Melbourne writing
about screwed up
relationships and kick ass female leads
that don’t take s**t lying down.
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Royal Blood
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