SERIES: The Legacy Series
SERIES PLACEMENT: #1
AUTHOR: Lana Grayson
AGE GROUP: New Adult/Adult
GENRE: Dark Stepbrother Romance
RELEASE DATE: May 21, 2015
PUBLISHER: Tika Lake Publishing
FORMAT: eBook
PAGES: Approx. 408
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A reckless sacrifice to protect a family legacy...
Sarah:
Kidnapped. Imprisoned. Ravished.
When tragedy stole my family, my father’s will mandated my future. I didn’t inherit Atwood Industries. I became the only one capable of protecting it.
Atwood Industries belongs only to a male heir, my heir. And my enemies—my own step-brothers—will stop at nothing to create a shared bloodline.
But they’ve made a mistake, and they’ll forever regret trying to control me.
Nicholas:
Damned. Destroyed. Enthralled.
My family’s livelihood depended on acquiring the rival Atwood Industries and seizing the innocent woman bound within its terms of succession.
I never expected such a challenge from my step-sister.
I never thought I’d betray my own blood to protect her from the nightmare we began.
But if I don’t stop her, the woman I’m forbidden to love will be responsible for tearing apart the empire my family spent generations building.
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EXCERPT
I was left to Nicholas’s mercy.
I twisted against the restraints, crossing my legs to hide from him.
“Let me go. I swear to God—”
“Shh.” His voice mellowed without the presence of his family. “None of that.”
“Nicholas, this isn’t right. You can’t do this.”
“Didn’t my father just tell you to behave?”
How did he tame me so easily? His hand grazed my thigh, tracing where Darius had touched. The goose bumps were nothing like the curdling blisters of Darius’s appraisal.
A warmth shot through me.
No. His touch was even worse.
“I won’t untie you,” he said. “Don’t ask again.”
“Why?”
He palmed my hip. I should have hated how thoroughly he studied my body. My curves. The dip across my navel. The softness between my legs.
“You’re very beautiful,” he said. “Delicate.”
“I’m uncomfortable.”
“Oh, I can make you very comfortable.”
I shivered, hating that it was a good, fuzzy sensation that parted my lips. “I don’t like your idea of comfort.”
“You liked it last night.”
I had no answer for my behavior. “Once. That’s all.”
“That would be the true crime, Sarah. To watch you come for me only once?”
This wasn’t happening. “What are you going to do?”
“I’ve already told you what I plan.” The suit jacket came off. The first time he had been so undone before me. The black vest beneath tailored fit his frame—just as strong and broad without the benefit of the jacket. I stilled as the button popped open. His white dress shirt tensed against his thick biceps. “You remember, Sarah.”
I tested the restraints. Tight. “I didn’t think you were serious.”
“I won’t ever lie to you.”
That was a comfort, coming from the clothed man prowling around me as I lay restrained, nude and helpless.
His hand tickled, tapping a soft path from my knee along my side. I looked away as the goose bumps teased too close to my breast, tightening the mistreated bud.
“My father is not a gentle man,” Nicholas said. I arched as he cupped my sore breast, claiming the entirety of my flesh in his palm. The heat was soothing, but the relief centered deep inside me, tucked into a core that clenched to life despite the horrors of my treatment. “I won’t hurt you.”
I ignored the fluttering within my belly. “Why?”
“I won’t need to hurt you. You’re going to want this. You’re going to ask for this. You’ll beg for me, and I’m going to please you, Ms. Atwood.”
I twisted against the restraints, crossing my legs to hide from him.
“Let me go. I swear to God—”
“Shh.” His voice mellowed without the presence of his family. “None of that.”
“Nicholas, this isn’t right. You can’t do this.”
“Didn’t my father just tell you to behave?”
How did he tame me so easily? His hand grazed my thigh, tracing where Darius had touched. The goose bumps were nothing like the curdling blisters of Darius’s appraisal.
A warmth shot through me.
No. His touch was even worse.
“I won’t untie you,” he said. “Don’t ask again.”
“Why?”
He palmed my hip. I should have hated how thoroughly he studied my body. My curves. The dip across my navel. The softness between my legs.
“You’re very beautiful,” he said. “Delicate.”
“I’m uncomfortable.”
“Oh, I can make you very comfortable.”
I shivered, hating that it was a good, fuzzy sensation that parted my lips. “I don’t like your idea of comfort.”
“You liked it last night.”
I had no answer for my behavior. “Once. That’s all.”
“That would be the true crime, Sarah. To watch you come for me only once?”
This wasn’t happening. “What are you going to do?”
“I’ve already told you what I plan.” The suit jacket came off. The first time he had been so undone before me. The black vest beneath tailored fit his frame—just as strong and broad without the benefit of the jacket. I stilled as the button popped open. His white dress shirt tensed against his thick biceps. “You remember, Sarah.”
I tested the restraints. Tight. “I didn’t think you were serious.”
“I won’t ever lie to you.”
That was a comfort, coming from the clothed man prowling around me as I lay restrained, nude and helpless.
His hand tickled, tapping a soft path from my knee along my side. I looked away as the goose bumps teased too close to my breast, tightening the mistreated bud.
“My father is not a gentle man,” Nicholas said. I arched as he cupped my sore breast, claiming the entirety of my flesh in his palm. The heat was soothing, but the relief centered deep inside me, tucked into a core that clenched to life despite the horrors of my treatment. “I won’t hurt you.”
I ignored the fluttering within my belly. “Why?”
“I won’t need to hurt you. You’re going to want this. You’re going to ask for this. You’ll beg for me, and I’m going to please you, Ms. Atwood.”
About the Author...
Lana Grayson was born to write anything and everything to do with romance. Her favorite genres range from the dark and twisty to the lighthearted and sentimental—as long as the characters are memorable, the story is fun, and the romance is steamy. Lana lives in Pittsburgh with her husband, and, when she isn’t bundled in her writing chair, she’s most likely cheering on the Steelers or searching for the ‘Burgh’s best Italian restaurants.
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