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Sneak Peek #3: In Kelly’s Corner

18 Sep

September 2013

 

After a stalker breaks into her home, internet entrepreneur Bee Langston decides Kelly Connolly is the only man who can help her—but seeking help from the former Marine isn’t easy, especially after she made a spectacular fool of herself trying to kiss the sinfully sexy bodyguard.

When Kelly spots Bee weaving her way through the Houston nightspot where he’s working security, all those feelings he’s desperately tried to deny for his best friend’s sister come flooding to the surface. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, even if means getting up close and personal with the one woman he simply can’t have.

Soon, Bee’s stalker isn’t his only problem. His gambling addict father is tangled in a mess of debts to two of Houston’s toughest loan sharks. With the family gym on the line, there’s only one way for Kelly to make everything right. He agrees to fight for the Albanian mob in an underground bare-knuckle fighting tournament.

But winning the tournament and saving his family’s legacy comes at a high price—one that just might cost Bee her life.

 

Excerpt #3

I wasn’t sure what to expect as Kelly pulled into the parking lot of the rundown bar. His father’s gambling addiction was well known and a constant source of trouble for their family.

A group of men at the far end of the lot caught my eye. Judging by the tense set of Kelly’s jaw, he had noticed them as well. He killed the engine and unbuckled his seat belt. He leaned toward me, the alluring scent of his cologne filling my nose, and punched the button on the glove compartment.

My eyes widened when he retrieved a handgun and tucked it into the waistband of his jeans after checking to see if it was loaded and the safety in place. He flipped the bottom of his blazer over it. The dangerously sexy glint to his eyes sent a swarm of butterflies through my belly. There was something so incredibly enticing about his cool, commanding nature.

“Do you think you’re going to need that?”

“No, but it never hurts to be prepared.” Kelly flicked his fingers. “Let’s go. Remember what I told you.”

I glanced at the rowdy group that awaited us. “You won’t hear a peep out of me.”

Kelly reached out and tugged my ponytail. His teasing smile set me at ease. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

We climbed out of the truck but I hesitated, uncertain if this was the sort of neighborhood where I wanted to leave thousands of dollars of computer equipment unattended even for a few minutes. I grabbed my backpack and put it on while crossing the parking lot.

As we neared the arguing group, I spotted Kelly’s older brothers, Finn and Jack, standing on either side of their father. They were facing off with a group of nine men who looked like big trouble. Mob trouble, if I had to guess.

“Kelly!” The man I assumed to be the leader of the group greeted my crush with a surprising smile. “I heard you were back in town.”

“Besian.” Kelly pushed me behind him and gave my hip a gentle pat. I didn’t dare move from the spot. Jack, Kelly’s oldest brother, glanced my way with some irritation. Feeling uncomfortable, I dropped my gaze to the pavement and tried to make myself as unnoticeable as possible. Intruding on this extremely private family matter was the absolute last way I wanted to spend my Friday night.

When Kelly shifted to the side, I finally got a good look at his dad and Finn. Both had busted up faces and hands. I winced as his father wiped at the blood seeping from his nose. Reaching back, I tugged on the zipper of a pouch on my backpack and retrieved a travel-sized package of tissues. I held it out to him and caught his attention.

His bleary-eyed gaze told me that he was drunk as a skunk again. When he recognized me, his red eyes widened with surprise. “Hey, kiddo.”

“Hi, Mr. Connolly.” Not taking offense to the kiddo remark, I pressed the tissues into his hand and gestured to my nose.

“Thanks.” He fumbled with the package while Kelly took another step toward the man called Besian.

“I thought you were a fan of discretion, Besian.” Kelly gestured to their very public surroundings. “What happened to keeping your business low profile?”

“What happened to men honoring their debts?” Besian neatly turned the question around on Kelly. “It’s all about honor and loyalty with me.”

“Sending five knee-breakers to a bar to attack two men is honorable?” Jack snarled angrily. He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Kelly now.

“Nick was given ample opportunities to settle his debt. Let’s not forget that your brother threw the first punch.”

I glanced at Finn and then the group of gangsters. Finn might have lost his leg in war but he was still quite a beast when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Five of the other group had battered faces. I counted four black eyes and two cracked noses. Honestly, I couldn’t believe no one had called the cops for a brawl like the one that must have taken place here.

“Look, Kelly,” the man said in his thickly accented English, “I let this account ride for a few months because your father was always a good customer for Afrim. When I took over his action, I kept the rates the same for the old-timers but your dad has abused that privilege with his late and missed payments.”

Kelly glanced at Jack. I couldn’t tell what the two brothers were thinking but they seemed to be able to read each other’s minds. Jack gave the tiniest nod. With tired resignation, Kelly began negotiating. “How do we bring his account current?”

I watched the way Kelly’s older brothers deferred to him in this situation. Clearly Kelly had some sort of relationship with these bad guys. I wondered if Besian was someone he had met during his time as Yuri’s private guard or from his friendship with Vivian Kalasnikov.

Vivian and my friend Hadley ran in some of the same artist circles so I was acquainted with the up-and-coming painter. That husband of hers was rumored to be the Russian mob boss of Houston but I wasn’t sure if there was any truth to that. Considering the tight spot Kelly’s dad was in, having friends in very interesting places might be useful.

“The time for bringing the account current is over,” Besian replied with a slash of his hand. “I want the full balance paid by the end of the month.”

“What’s the damage?”

“Five hundred.”

Both Jack and Finn stiffened with shock while Kelly made a choking sound. “Five hundred large?”

Besian gestured to the wall of muscle behind him. “You think I’d send this crew out for anything less?”

Jack whirled on their old man. “How the hell did you piss away half a million dollars?”

Nick dabbed at his still oozing nose. Rather indignant, he snapped, “It’s not like it happened all in one night. I had a couple of bad runs. Tack on the interest and late fees…” He shrugged. “It adds up quick.”

“Bad runs?” Jack looked like he was about to blow a freaking pupil and have a massive stroke. “Where the hell did you get the cash for the markers?”

Nick avoided his eldest son’s glare. “I sold some things.”

Kelly put a settling hand on his brother’s arm. Their gazes clashed as Jack shook it off but it seemed to have reined him in a bit. Turning back to Besian, Kelly said, “We can’t do that. Not by the end of May. We need more time.”

“The timeline isn’t up for negotiation. I have my own business interests to look after, Kelly. Your father settles his account by the end of May.”

Or what? I didn’t even want to think about what these men would do to Nick or his sons if the half a million wasn’t repaid. “I can cover it.”

The second the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Every eye snapped to me. Kelly pivoted slowly and pinned me with a withering stare. I suddenly remembered his instructions. I had promised to keep quiet, hadn’t I?

“Do I know you?” Besian stepped to the side so he could get a better look at me. Snapping his fingers, he smiled. “Yeah. You’re that computer genius that made Yuri even richer, right?”

I bristled at his description. “That’s hardly the way I would frame our working relationship.”

Besian’s shoulders bounced dismissively. “Call it whatever you want. I’m only interested in getting my money.”

“You’re not getting it from her.” Kelly’s irritated glare skipped from me to Besian. “This is our debt to settle. She’s not part of our family.”

Kelly’s remark shouldn’t have hurt me the way it did but I couldn’t ignore the pang that pierced my chest. After losing my family to cancer and war, Kelly and my friends were all the family I had left. Now I understood exactly how he saw me. No wonder he’d found it so easy to ignore me since that stupid kiss.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to turn down that offer,” the gangster counseled wisely. “Where else are you going to come up with a half a million in two weeks?”

“We’ll find a way.”

Besian stared at him Kelly for a few seconds, almost as if he was mulling over something. Finally, he said, “Maybe we can work out a deal that helps all of us.”

I didn’t like the sound of this possibility at all. Any deal that this guy would offer probably had some gnarly fucking strings attached.

“Let’s hear it,” Jack said.

“Paulie broke his leg last night in a rollover. I’m in the market for a new fighter. The tournament is the first weekend in June. Two nights and it’s done.” Besian slid his hands out in front of him. “We wipe the slate clean.”

I blinked and tried to wrap my head around the offer the gangster had just made. Fighter? What kind of fighter?

“No fucking way,” Finn interjected forcefully. “Those fights are brutal. Men die in that cage.”

Suddenly, I understood. This wasn’t sanctioned mixed-martial arts or boxing. They were talking about the underground fights that happened at the old meatpacking plant. I’d learned about them after starting college. A guy I had dated had shown me a video on his phone from one of the invite-only fights he’d attended with some of the guys from his frat. I’d nearly vomited watching half a minute of the bloody brawl.

My panicked gaze jumped to Kelly. Their dad had a reputation as a fighter from his younger days. It was the reason Connolly Fitness had been so successful. The business had taken a downturn while the boys were away at war but Jack was turning things around now.

Jack made a living instructing others in self-defense and Krav Maga. But Jack couldn’t fight anymore. His unit had come under heavy fire in Iraq. An explosion had caused a head injury that forced him out of the corps. As far as I knew, he had been warned to keep any hits to his head to a minimum or he risked serious injury. It was one of the reasons why he didn’t spar with his students.

And Finn? He’d lost his leg when his convoy had been hit by an IED. The men who fought in those bare-knuckle matches needed all their limbs in working order to survive. He simply couldn’t compete against some of the freakishly built men who fought on that circuit.

That left only Kelly—and I would be damned before I let him go into the ring.

“Give us forty-eight hours,” Kelly replied, ignoring his brother’s outburst. “We’ll give you an answer.”

“Twenty-four,” Besian countered before backing away with his men. “You know where to find me.”

The tension eased, and I glanced nervously between the Connolly brothers and their father. Nick swayed on his feet. Whether it was from the hits he’d taken or the alcoholic bender he’d clearly been on, I couldn’t tell. From the looks of his rumpled shirt and stained jeans, he hadn’t showered or changed in days. Was it the stress and guilt of his gambling debts that made him drink?

Jack exhaled roughly. “Let’s go, Dad.”

Kelly reached out and tapped Finn’s shoulder. “You okay to drive, man?”

“I didn’t drink!” Finn snapped at his brother. “I came here to drag Pops out of there.”

Kelly held up his hand. “Cool it, bro. I meant your head. Looks like you took a good smack.”

Finn brushed away Kelly’s hand before his younger brother could check the bruise forming on his jaw. “I’m fine. I’ll see you at the house.” His expression softened as he smiled at me. “It’s good to see you again, Bee.”

“You’re about to see more of her.” Kelly put his hand against my back. “She’s coming home with me tonight.”

Finn’s expression was almost comical. “Uh, Kelly, you think that’s a good idea? I mean, tonight?”

Kelly made an annoyed sound. “Not like that, Finn. She’s in trouble. We’re going to keep an eye on her until I can get her security situation sorted out tomorrow.”

“Oh. Well. Then I guess I’ll see you both back at the house.” Finn didn’t push for any more details before heading to his truck.

Kelly gave me a gentle push forward but refused to meet my questioning gaze. “So…you’re living with Finn and Jack?”

“I’ve been traveling so much it didn’t make sense to keep my place. Jack lets me rent a bedroom from him.”

Before I could ask how the arrangement was working, we reached Kelly’s truck. I quickly climbed into my seat and waited for him. As he crossed in front of the vehicle, I caught the clenched set of his jaw and realized he was upset. With me? With his dad? I figured he would tell me soon enough.

Buckled into his seat, Kelly jammed the key in the ignition and started the engine. He didn’t make any attempt to back out of the parking space. Instead, he exhaled loudly. “What did I tell you, Bee?”

I swallowed nervously. “Look, what was I supposed to do, Kelly?”

He darted an irritated glance her way. “You were supposed to be quiet.” Gripping the wheel, he asked, “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”

“I offered to help a friend in trouble.”

“No,” he countered roughly. “You just announced to the Albanian mafia that you can get your hands on half a million dollars without breaking a sweat. The next time one of those assholes is short on his pickups or makes a bum side deal, your face is going to be the first one that pops into his head. They’re going to be thinking that some young, sweet thing like you will be easy to blackmail or strong arm or kidnap for ransom.” With a ragged sigh, he added, “Jesus, Bee! How the hell am I supposed to keep you safe from a stalker if you’re walking around advertising your net worth to lowlifes? For someone so damn smart, you just made a really dumb move. ”

His outburst shocked me. In all the time I’d known Kelly, he’d never once raised his voice with me. Within the cab of his truck, his normally deep voice seemed so much louder. Feeling stupid and embarrassed, I hastily averted my gaze to the window and blinked rapidly to clear the tears burning my eyes.

I heard the snap of Kelly’s seatbelt unlatching. A second later, his big hands were grasping my shoulders and gently turning me toward him. With the weight of my naïve misstep heavy on my shoulders, I hurriedly apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“No.” Kelly touched my lips with his fingertip. “God, Bee, don’t apologize to me. Not after I just acted like the biggest jackass to you.” The moonlight and the parking lot lamps highlighted the pain and regret etched into his handsome face. He cupped my cheek and brushed the tears from my skin with the rough pad of his thumb. “I’m sorry, Bee. I’m so damn sorry.”

When he touched his forehead to mine, the spark of contact arced through me like lightning. “I’m upset and angry and stressed—but that doesn’t excuse the way I spoke to you.”

With trembling fingers, I stroked his cheek, the slight stubble there rasping my fingertips. “It’s all right.”

“It’s not all right. You don’t have any idea how the underworld works. You were just being kind.”

Relishing this moment of intimacy, I trailed my fingertips down his cheek to follow the curve of his jaw. “Please take the money, Kelly. Those men looked so dangerous. I don’t want you or your brothers or your dad to get hurt.”

Kelly clasped my hand. My heart flip-flopped in my chest when he pressed his mouth to my palm. Tugging away from me, he ended our sweet moment. “No. This is our mess. We’ll clean it up.”

“But—”

“Bee,” he eyed me carefully, “if you give us half a million dollars, Besian and his crew will do one of two things. They’ll either tack on more interest and fees to squeeze more money out of you or they’ll give Pop a bigger line of credit. The next time it will be two or three million that he owes—and then what? I’m supposed to come to you with my hat in my hand and beg for charity?”

“It wouldn’t be charity, Kelly. You’re my friend.”

“Friends don’t abuse one another in that way.” He shook his head and put his truck in reverse. “Jack, Finn and I will figure out something else.”

I studied him as we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. “You’re not seriously considering fighting for that Besian guy.” He didn’t answer me immediately so I pushed harder. “Kelly?”

“I’ve fought in the cage before,” he admitted finally. “When I first left the corps and I was pissed off all the time,” he amended. “It felt good to beat the shit out of some other guy and I made a good chunk of money doing it.”

I gaped at him as his revelation hit me. If I was being totally honest, it didn’t really surprise me. When Kelly came home alive and Jeb came back in a box, he was so incredibly angry. I could totally see him seeking out a venue like that to blow off steam.

“That was then, Kelly. This is now. You’re an employee of a very well-respected private security firm. What the hell is your boss going to say when you come into work all busted-up?”

He didn’t have an answer for that. “You don’t know what men like Besian are capable of, Bee. Taking a few hits in the ring to clear our family’s debt is nothing compared to what those men will do.”

“And what happens if you get hurt in the ring, Kelly? I’ve seen those fights. I know what happens there. What if you become badly injured?”

He glanced at me as we passed through an intersection. “When did you see one of the cage matches?”

“Do you remember Cade?”

The irritated expression on his face told me he did. “The frat guy you dated your freshman year?”

“Yes. He showed me a video on his phone.” My gut lurched as I considered all the horrible ways this could end. “Kelly, please don’t do this. Just let me help you.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it isn’t right.”

“Oh my God! Who cares about what is right or wrong, Kelly? The Albanian mob owns your dad. They’re trying to extort you into risking your life.” I glared at him. “Is this because I’m a girl and you’re a guy? Would you take the money if I was a man?”

“What? Your gender has nothing to do with this.”

“So it’s not about some dumb male pride thing?”

He rolled his shoulders. “Pride isn’t dumb, Bee. Honor. Loyalty. Pride. They’ll take a man far in this world.”

“No, they’re going to take you to an early grave. I’ve already lost Jeb. I’m not going to lose you too!”

He reached across the center console and took my hand. He gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere, Bee.”

Staring out our entwined hands, I expected him to let go but he held tight as he deftly navigated the dark streets. I wasn’t brave enough to believe we were charting a new course in our friendship but I couldn’t stop the glimmer of hope burning within me.

We were on the cusp of something exciting and real—and I’d be damned if a loan shark mobster was going to threaten that. I’d move heaven and earth before I let Kelly step into that ring.

I just prayed he would forgive me…

Sneak Peek #2: In Kelly’s Corner (Fighting Connollys, Book 1)

13 Sep

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After a stalker breaks into her home, internet entrepreneur Bee Langston decides Kelly Connolly is the only man who can help her—but seeking help from the former Marine isn’t easy, especially after she made a spectacular fool of herself trying to kiss the sinfully sexy bodyguard.

When Kelly spots Bee weaving her way through the Houston nightspot where he’s working security, all those feelings he’s desperately tried to deny for his best friend’s sister come flooding to the surface. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, even if means getting up close and personal with the one woman he simply can’t have.

Soon, Bee’s stalker isn’t his only problem. His gambling addict father is tangled in a mess of debts to two of Houston’s toughest loan sharks. With the family gym on the line, there’s only one way for Kelly to make everything right. He agrees to fight for the Albanian mob in an underground bare-knuckle fighting tournament.

But winning the tournament and saving his family’s legacy comes at a high price—one that just might cost Bee her life.

 

Excerpt #2

The thumping, stretched beats of the trap track ricocheted off the walls of the night club and slammed into Kelly’s brain in a way that made his ears ache. Rolling his aching neck, he moved around the packed dance floor of Faze and scanned the crowd for any signs of impending trouble. So far, the night had been quiet but he never counted on it staying that way for long.

He hadn’t pulled any bouncer shifts at the club since Yuri, the billionaire who owned the place, had finished the expansion of the space. It had taken him almost an hour to get his bearings. He couldn’t believe how many damn people were packed into the joint.

Apparently being the hottest nightspot in Houston wasn’t enough. The Russian tycoon seemed determined to put Faze on the map as one of the clubs worldwide. Considering he’d already done it with his club in Paris and the one in Moscow, Kelly figured Yuri would push Faze onto that extremely elite list by the end of the year.

A couple of fanboys hanging around the DJ booth caught his eye. Cobalt’s latest album was burning up the charts. Because there weren’t many female DJs operating at her level of notoriety, she garnered a lot of attention. Tonight, her devoted followers had come out in droves to hear her drop new tracks and mixes.

As Kelly angled in that direction, he studied the two guys pressed up against the booth. They weren’t very old. Nineteen or twenty, close to Coby’s age. In his many years a Marine and then working in private security, he had developed a good sense for reading people. These two were music lovers and maybe even wannabe artists but they meant Coby no harm. Even so, Araceli, the general manager at the club, had a standing order that no one got close to the entertainers.

It took a flick of his fingers to send the two men back from the booth. He did it with a smile so as not to provoke an incident. The two guys nodded understandingly and did as directed without causing a scene. He was glad to see the pair weren’t going to behave like dicks about it.

Behind her laptops and audio gear, Coby shifted her headphones and tapped her chest. Kelly understood the signal and reached into the pocket of the black blazer he was required to wear on duty to retrieve a couple of VIP after-party cards. He handed them to the guys and bent down to address them. “Stick around after we close. Coby will visit with you for a while.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Cool! Thanks.”

Kelly nodded and continued his round. A familiar face coming through the front entrance caused his heart to stutter wildly in his chest. His reaction to spotting her irritated him. Of all the women in the world to have that effect on him it had to be Beatrice Langston—the one woman he simply couldn’t have.

There were few rules that Kelly followed without question but dating the baby sister of the best friend who died in your arms? That was one line he couldn’t cross—even if it ripped his damn heart out of his chest to see Bee with anyone else.

But she was alone tonight and looked tense and almost fearful. If she hadn’t been on Yuri’s list of VIPs, Big V, the club’s head bouncer and security head, never would have allowed her past the velvet rope in that casual getup. Among the sea of scantily clad women in curve-hugging dresses and criminally short miniskirts, Bee looked out of place in her vintage Rice University t-shirt and skinny jeans. Why the hell was she still wearing her backpack?

The sight of her so under-dressed and with that strange expression on her face tipped Kelly’s internal alarm. Something wasn’t right. Sticking to the shadowy edge of the club, he matched her weaving movements through the dancing throng. He caught up with her a few steps from the DJ booth and tapped her shoulder.

Startled by his touch, Bee pivoted toward him with her balled fist raised and ready to strike. His battle-hardened instincts were instantly activated. He closed his fingers around her smaller hand, slowing the momentum of her swing with his much stronger arm. “Bee!”

The sound of his voice and his friendly face must have finally registered. The panic in her dark eyes instantly fled. Her shoulders slumped with relief. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Concerned, he stepped closer to her. The urge to brush her wispy bangs behind her ears and cup her sweet face overwhelmed him but he shoved it aside. “What’s wrong? Are you all right?”

She gulped and glanced around nervously. “I just didn’t want to be alone tonight. I thought I’d come hang out with Coby.” She offered him a stiff smile. “I need to troubleshoot that new software I built for her anyway.”

Kelly wasn’t fooled by her casual act. Where was the easy, flirtatious grin she always shot his way? Bee never missed a chance to push the boundaries of their relationship. What had her so scared tonight?

He slid his fingers under her chin and tipped her head. Unable to avoid his gaze, she swallowed hard again. He lowered his face so he didn’t have to shout to be heard over the music. “The truth, Bee. What’s wrong?”

She gripped his wrist. “Someone was in my apartment.”

The words punched him right in the gut. “What! When? Tonight?”

She nodded. “I came home from working late at the coffee shop and there was a package in my living room.”

Kelly’s stomach dropped like a runaway elevator. Instantly on alert, he slipped his arm around her shoulders and dragged her closer. His practiced gaze scanned the club for anyone that looked out of place. Dipping his head, he asked, “Did you call the police?”

“No.”

Incredulous, he gawked at her. “Why the hell not, Bee?”

Her lips tightened. “What are they going to do? Dust for prints? Tell me to get a restraining order against an anonymous stalker?”

His eyes narrowed. Frustration flared within his chest. “What stalker?”

She licked her lips and glanced away from him. No doubt she understood how upset he was at being in the dark about all of this craziness. “Someone has been following me and leaving sick photos for me to find.”

He swore softly and tried not to grit his teeth. “And you didn’t think I should know about all this?”

The light overhead shifted to a pop of yellow that illuminated her beautiful face. Her eyes flashed with anger. “Why do you think I’ve been calling and texting you?”

The realization that the calls he had been dodging put her in this incredibly unsafe situation made him feel like shit. “I’m sorry, Bee. I meant to call you back once the detail was over but—”

“You didn’t.”

His jaw clenched. “I didn’t.”

Before he could make a better apology, the bud tucked into his ear clicked. “Kelly? We need you up in the VIP section.”

His lips settled into a frustrated line as Ryan’s voice dinged his ear. He lifted his arm and spoke into the mic attached at his cuff. “Copy. On my way.”

Grasping Bee’s smaller hand, he tugged her over to the DJ booth where Coby watched them curiously. He clasped her trim waist and lifted her petite weight without much effort at all. Her hands flew to his shoulders as he placed her on the other side of the short wall that acted as a barrier between the entertainment and the dancers. Her eyes were still wide at his manhandling when he pointed a finger at her. “Don’t even think about leaving without me. You stay with Coby until we close. I’ll come get you. Understood?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

Satisfied that she would be safe, Kelly headed for the VIP section and tried to ignore how damn good it felt to hold Bee. He refused to acknowledge the way his heartbeat had sped up when their bodies had brushed together, her breasts so soft against his hard chest. He really didn’t want to think about how badly he’d wanted to nuzzle her neck and inhale the sweet, bright apple scent that she favored. Remembering the short but sizzling kiss they had shared at New Year’s sent heat rolling through his belly.

Stop it.

Jeb had entrusted him with Bee’s care. If his friend were alive today, he would have kicked Kelly’s ass up and down the street for the dirty thoughts racing through his head right now.

Up in the VIP section, he spotted Ryan watching a loud group of guys. He immediately recognized the men as professional baseball players. One of them had a nasty reputation for picking up—and roughing up—college girls exactly like the perky blonde one perched on his lap. How he’d gotten by Big V at the door perplexed Kelly. The giant bouncer and ex-Army sergeant never let assholes like that into the club.

Phoebe, the harried host of their table, smacked away the grabby hand of one of the ball players. Kelly’s jaw tightened at the sight of a Faze employee having to defend herself against some prick who thought his high credit card limit and mediocre batting average gave him the right to abuse her.

Movement in the far corner of the VIP section caught Kelly’s eye. Yuri stepped into view. He flashed an irritated glance at the offending party and gave a little jerk of his head. His message sent, Yuri slipped back into the ultra-private zone partitioned with gauzy curtains.

Kelly and Ryan didn’t rely on their wrist mics and headsets to communicate. Like most of the private security agents on LSG payroll, they were both former military. Where Kelly had been a Marine, Ryan had been a corpsman in the Navy. He’d served alongside numerous Marine units during his many deployments so they were on the same page when it came to situations like this.

There were two ways this would play out—an easy ejection of the group from the club or an altercation. After the relative quiet of the night, Kelly had a sneaking suspicion punches were about to be thrown. Working for Yuri as a bodyguard, he’d learned that the billionaire had a fondness for getting things done quietly and with finesse. This was one time when he might have to step on Ryan’s toes a bit to keep the situation calm.

“Look, guys, you were told to keep it down but it seems like your party is unable to comply. Management has asked that you settle your bill and head on out for the night.” Ryan diplomatically offered the group a chance to save face and leave without a scene. “You crossed a line touching one of our employees.”

“Come on, man! It was a love-tap. You can’t expect us not to reach out and touch the merchandise when it’s on display like that.” The spokesman for the group had consumed enough alcohol to activate the stupid section of his brain. “Look, we’ll leave her a nice tip, and it’ll be fine.”

“Oh, you’re going to leave her a very nice tip—but you’re all out of here. Now.” Ryan leveled one of those icy glares. “Quietly.”

The man closest to Ryan shot to his feet and purposely knocked into the bouncer. Kelly groaned inwardly and took a quick step forward to make his presence known. Like Ryan, he was taller and stockier than the athletes attempting to make a ruckus. “Is there a problem?”

“No.” The smartest one in the group gently insinuated himself between his friend and Ryan. “We’ll pay our tab and go. Can, uh, can you get our driver?”

Phoebe appeared from the sidelines of the almost dust-up with the small black folder holding the check. “He’s already waiting out back.”

While Ryan and the hothead remained in a staring match, Kelly carefully watched for any signs that things were about to kickoff. The guy paying the tab made an outraged sign when he saw the bill but one look from Kelly prevented a protest. With a swipe of his pen, he settled the tab and handed back the check.

Kelly put a gentle hand on the shoulder of the young woman to prevent her from following the ball player with the bad reputation. He wouldn’t let Bee leave with a man like that and he sure as hell wasn’t letting this woman either. “Not tonight, sweetheart.”

She shot him a strange look. “But I—”

Kelly shook his head. “Believe me. You don’t want what he’s offering.”

A rough hand shoved at his chest. “Mind your own fucking business.”

Kelly carefully pushed the player’s hand off his chest. “Don’t touch me again.”

“Or what?” He sneered and wavered on unsteady feet.

Kelly took one step forward and invaded the man’s personal space. “Or this Marine is going to unleash the fucking beast that kept him alive through four tours in hell. One of us will be leaving in an ambulance. Understand?”

The drunk blanched and nodded shakily. He backed away slowly and didn’t even try to make eye contact with the girl as his group beat a hasty retreat. Ryan shadowed them out the back exit while Phoebe started clearing away the table. The coed looked around, almost as if scoping out the joint for a better offer, before settling on him.

Flipping her hair, she licked her lips and smiled coyly. “So, soldier, you want to dance?”

His eye twitched at the soldier remark. She obviously didn’t realize there was a world of difference between a soldier and a Marine. This didn’t seem like the time to enlighten her. “No, thanks. I’m on shift.”

She trailed one manicured finger down his chest and stopped right above his belt buckle. “Maybe later?”

Her touch didn’t have the effect she intended. Instead of feeling good, it made his skin crawl. This woman was a knockout with that bombshell figure. There was a time when he would have craved the touch of a woman exactly like this. Now he found himself pulling away from her and trying to ease his rejection with a kind smile. “I’m flattered but I’m taken.”

Taken? Where the hell had that come from?

Undaunted, she shrugged. “I’m sure I’ll see you around later.”

“My answer won’t change. You’d better find someone else to take you home. Be more careful this time.”

While Ryan dealt with the aftermath of tossing the group, Kelly kept his eye on the VIP lounge. He moved closer to the balcony overlooking the dance floor below and allowed his gaze to drift to Bee. Standing next to Coby, she now wore a borrowed set of lime green headphones but kept the ear closest to her friend uncovered so they could talk as she tapped away at the laptop opened in front of her. The screen lit up her face with an ethereal bluish glow. Even in that safe spot, she seemed tense and nervous.

Yuri sidled up next to him at the balcony. “Does she ever stop working?”

Kelly snorted. “That question from you, huh?”

Yuri laughed. “Careful. You’re starting to sound like Lena.”

“I didn’t see her tonight. Is she away on business?”

“No, she’s having a night with her friends.”

“You’ll tell her I said hi?” Of all the security clients he’d ever guarded, Kelly had enjoyed Lena’s detail the most.

“Absolutely,” Yuri answered with a smile. Then, gesturing toward Bee with a bob of his head, he said, “Backing her might be the best business decision I made this decade. The advertising on LookIt has been phenomenal and that cloud program for music that she’s about to beta test will be huge. Have you seen this new program she’s built for Coby so she can interact with her fans? Musicians will be all over it.”

Kelly shook his head. “Tech isn’t my thing.”

Yuri studied him for an unnervingly long moment. “You should start brushing up on it. LookIt grabbed its twenty millionth user this earlier this month. Bee and I have discussed the outlook of the company and she’s considering dropping out of Rice altogether to move forward with the expansion. Whatever she decides, she’s going to need a strong supporter in her corner. Especially now that there’s an offer on the table for LookIt,” he added almost as afterthought.

Kelly’s stomach clenched upon realizing he was that out of touch with Bee. “What offer?”

Yuri seemed surprised. “She didn’t tell you?”

Guilt squeezed his chest like a vise. “I’ve been out of the country for the last few weeks. Dimitri convinced me to take a detail for a sheikh and his family. I’ve been bouncing between Houston and Dubai.”

“Well, I’ll let her give you the details. Personally, I think it’s a smart move to slide LookIt under the umbrella of a multinational internet-related corporation. Whether she agrees to sell her baby is another matter entirely. But,” Yuri tapped Kelly’s arm to draw his attention, “you need to convince her that it’s time to hire round-the-clock protection. She might have been able to exist in that safe little bubble on campus but once the news leaks about this deal or even how much advertising cash LookIt is drawing?” Yuri shook his head. “She’s going to be an easy target.”

Kelly’s protective instinct ignited. “No one is going to hurt Bee.”

“I said the same thing about Lena once. We both know how that ended.”

The sadness and guilt lacing Yuri’s voice reminded Kelly of the day a fellow bodyguard had tried to kill Yuri and Lena. His inability to see Jake as the threat still haunted him. “We both learned something from that experience.”

“Yes, we did.” Yuri clapped him on the back. “I need to go network and mingle but I wanted to chat with you first. I hardly see you anymore.” With a lopsided smile, the billionaire added, “I can’t decide if that’s a good or bad thing.”

Kelly snorted with amusement as Yuri left to work his way through the VIP section. That giant man-beast Vasya trailed his boss. The Hulk-sized Russian spoke perfect English but he rarely uttered more than two words together in any language. Still, Kelly had enjoyed working with him. The guy took pride in a job well done and that was something he really respected.

When Ryan returned to his usual post, Kelly moved back down to the main dance floor. Though he maintained focus on his job, he allowed his gaze to wander to Bee every now and then. As instructed, she remained with Coby, safe behind the barrier.

While he worked, Kelly couldn’t stop thinking about how disappointed Jeb would be in him. He stretched his tight neck again and tried not to remember why he had put so much distance between himself and Bee. That kiss!

There weren’t many people who could throw him off-kilter but Bee was one of them. His mouth went dry as the memory of her soft lips pressed to his made his entire body buzz. His gut clenched as the image of her hurt face flashed before his eyes. Shutting her down and denying them both the one thing he wanted more than anything in the world had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done—but it was for the best.

Wasn’t it?

 

(Catch Sneak Peek #3 on Wednesday, September 18!)

Sneak Peek #1: In Kelly’s Corner (Fighting Connollys, Book 1)

11 Sep

After a stalker breaks into her home, internet entrepreneur Bee Langston decides Kelly Connolly is the only man who can help her—but seeking help from the former Marine isn’t easy, especially after she made a spectacular fool of herself trying to kiss the sinfully sexy bodyguard.

When Kelly spots Bee weaving her way through the Houston nightspot where he’s working security, all those feelings he’s desperately tried to deny for his best friend’s sister come flooding to the surface. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, even if means getting up close and personal with the one woman he simply can’t have.

Soon, Bee’s stalker isn’t his only problem. His gambling addict father is tangled in a mess of debts to two of Houston’s toughest loan sharks. With the family gym on the line, there’s only one way for Kelly to make everything right. He agrees to fight for the Albanian mob in an underground bare-knuckle fighting tournament.

But winning the tournament and saving his family’s legacy comes at a high price—one that just might cost Bee her life.

Excerpt 1

“We’re about to close up, Bee.”

Startled by the coffee shop owner’s voice, I tugged on the cord connected to my ear buds and glanced around the empty café. The lights were already dimmed and he’d flipped up the chairs on the tables surrounding me. I offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Ron! I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“Oh, it’s fine. You’re one my favorite and best customers.” Ron drummed his fingers on the wooden chair across from me. He seemed hesitant to speak but finally worked up the nerve to say it. “Is everything okay? I noticed you’ve been spending more time here over the last couple of weeks. We just had that housewarming party for your new place so..?”

I brushed off his concern with a shrug. “I do some of my best work here. My brain seems to function better when I’m inhaling coffee fumes.”

He laughed. “Maybe I should use that as part of my new marketing efforts to draw in the high tech crowd.”

“Make sure you emphasize the wicked fast Wi-Fi and these super comfy chairs,” I added while tucking my laptop and gear into my backpack.

“So what are you working on tonight?”

“I’m troubleshooting some bugs in a program I built for a DJ friend of mine. She likes to interact with her fans and the audience while she’s spinning but it’s hard to juggle social media while she works.”

“I bet. That’s a very hands-on job.”

“Exactly. So I created a program that allows her to filter messages via hashtags and clip out the pertinent bits to build playlists.” I drained the last of my lukewarm coffee. “She’s trying it out at Faze tonight but it’s not working seamlessly.”

“You’ll get it figured it out,” he said with a dismissive wave.

“I hope so.”

“Bee, you built HomeFront at the kitchen table of your granddad’s house while you were still in high school. You created LookIt while you were a freshman at Rice. I’m pretty sure you can figure out some bugs in this new software.”

I shot him an appreciative smile. “I might have to snap your pic and hang it in my workspace as a motivational tool.”

He chuckled and combed his fingers through his blond hair. “Whatever it takes, right?”

“Something like that,” I murmured and slipped my arms through my backpack straps. When I reached for my chair, our hands bumped together. Ron quickly tugged his hand back. I’d noticed that he seemed to have an aversion to personal touch so I didn’t make a big deal out of it. Everyone had their quirks and this one seemed to be his.

“Are you on your bike tonight?”

I nodded and dug the key to my bike chain from the pocket of my jeans. “It’s not a long ride now that I’ve moved into the new place.”

He glanced toward the floor to ceiling windows lining the front of his downtown shop. “It’s awfully late, Bee. You sure you don’t want me to drive you? I’m happy to let you park your bike inside for the night.”

“It’s a tempting offer but I’ll pass. I need to burn off some energy anyway.”

Ron seemed reluctant to let me go. “Well…if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” I unclipped my bike helmet from my backpack strap and plopped it down onto my head. “I’ll see you around, Ron.”

“See you later, Busy Bee.”

I smiled at his playful nickname and left the café. Outside in the humid night, I grimaced at the suffocating heat. Mid-May in Houston and the temperatures were already flirting with three digits. I shuddered to think what July would bring.

As I unlocked my bike and wound the chain around the handlebars, I wondered if it wasn’t time to crack open that vacation folder tucked away in my desk. It wasn’t just the heat I wanted to escape. The stress of my skyrocketing profile as a tech entrepreneur was finally starting to get to me.

A little nervously, I glanced around the dark but still busy street. One of the theaters up the block was just letting out and the bars and restaurants lining either side of the avenue had steady streams of patrons moving through their doors. I don’t know what I expected to see among the crowd. A boogeyman in black? A masked figure?

Shaking my head at my silliness, I inhaled a cleansing breath and hopped onto my bike. There’s no one there. You’re just paranoid.

I eased off the sidewalk and into the bike lane. Keeping an eye on the late-night traffic, I tried to focus on the cars and buses whizzing along beside me. My thoughts continually strayed to the weird vibe that had been following me around for the last few weeks.

At first, I had convinced myself it was merely the stress of preparing for finals, moving into my first real place, entertaining an offer for LookIt, my micro-blogging platform, and schmoozing advertisers. I had even reluctantly conceded that years of pulling all-nighters to study or write code hadn’t been kind to my body. All that caffeine and junk food? Not exactly good brain fuel.

Throw in all the normal coed partying and the occasional weekend hackathon and I probably hadn’t had a full eight hour stretch of sleep since high school. When I considered the fact that I had lost my mother and brother within the last four years? Well—it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that I was simply starting to mentally deteriorate from wear and tear and stress.

But, while I could brush off the strange sensation of being watched, there was no way I could ignore the bizarre phone calls and texts that couldn’t be traced beyond the burner phones that had been used to send them. With my contacts, there was very little information I couldn’t get my hands on, but the phones were dead ends. They had all been purchased with cash and had been used at various places around the city so I couldn’t even create a geographical profile of the weirdo bothering me.

Three days ago, I had started to receive disgusting photographs. They popped up in random places—tucked under the windshield wiper of my car, stuffed in my backpack—and made my skin crawl.

There was only on conclusion that made sense.

I had a stalker.

The very thought of some creep following me around and sending me snapshots of his dick made me want to puke. Ever since I had made a splash on the tech scene in high school with HomeFront—a real-time chat service for military families—I had experienced more than my fair share of weirdos. Most of them were harmless folks who lacked social skills and simply wanted to reach out to someone who interested or inspired them.

But this? No, this crap was a different league altogether. It felt intensely personal and it scared me.

More than once, I had considered calling Kelly. There wasn’t a man on earth I trusted more than my brother’s best friend. He had been a permanent fixture in my life for as long as I could remember. If anyone could protect me from this unknown menace, it was Kelly Connolly.

But the former Marine worked in private security for the Lone Star Group and had been bouncing in and out of the country since March while on a detail with a sheikh from Dubai. I had tried calling him a couple of times but his phone went straight to voicemail. He hadn’t returned my texts either.

A twinge of hurt twisted in my chest at the way he had basically ignored me. There was no one to blame for that but me. A poorly timed attempt to kiss him on New Year’s Eve had resulted in a quick rejection and such incredible embarrassment. Not surprisingly, Kelly shutting me down like that had strained our once easy relationship.

Whenever he was in Houston, Kelly made sure to stop by and see me but our visits were growing shorter. He seemed unable to spend even half an hour in my presence.

And it hurt. Bad.

Even now, as I angled my handlebars to glide up onto the sidewalk, I couldn’t ignore the gut-churning pain of unrequited love. Falling head over heels for your brother’s ridiculously sexy friend? Definitely not my smartest move.

But it wasn’t as if I had ever stood a chance. Kelly was…well…he was perfect, wasn’t he? The bright green of his eyes had been my favorite color since I was old enough to have a driver’s license. His boyish grin did crazy things to my belly and that booming, raucous laugh of his made my heart race. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about having his big, strong arms wrapped around me—or tumbling in bed with him.

Foolishly, I had let myself believe that I could be something more to him than just Jeb’s kid sister. Clearly I had been wrong. Now, I was paying for that mistake. When I needed Kelly most, he wasn’t there for me.

As I slowed to a coast near the building I had recently purchased, I experienced the strongest pang of loneliness at the idea of spending another night alone in my empty apartment. After living in a noisy dorm for two years and sharing a house with Coby and Hadley for another two years, adjusting to a newer, quieter space was proving incredibly difficult for me. I was having serious second thoughts about striking out on my own. I found myself wanting to crawl right back into the third bedroom at Coby and Hadley’s place.

Hopping off my bike, I walked it the last few feet to the private entrance of my building. I had snapped it up in early February after the developer that had previously owned it was forced into bankruptcy after pleading guilty to a list of shady crimes. So far, only the top two floors were inhabitable. One I used as a living space and the other as a workspace. I hoped to have the rest of it renovated and operational as the headquarters for my company by the end of the summer. The floor I currently rented at Yuri Novakovsky’s downtown skyscraper was nice enough but we needed more space if we were going to continue growing.

After unlocking and locking the side entrance, I swiped my keycard near the RFID reader to access the elevator. I rolled my bike inside and punched the button for my floor. Leaning my head back against the cool metal, I tapped my finger against my bike seat while the elevator slowly climbed. The elevator bounced slightly as it reached its destination and dinged pleasantly.

I pushed my bike across the small private entryway to my front door. While I dug for my keys in the front pocket of my backpack, I noticed a strange brown residue on the door frame. Was it dirt? I couldn’t tell and wasn’t about to get close enough to sniff.

Holding the door open with my foot, I rolled my bike across the threshold and leaned it against the wall of my sparsely decorated space. I smacked on the light and took exactly three steps into the living room before freezing mid-stride.

There, sitting on my coffee table, was a hot pink gift box adorned with a bright white bow.

Adrenaline poured into my bloodstream as I realized someone had been in my home while I was gone. I was the only person who had a key to the front door or the access card for the elevator.

Panicked, I glanced around the opening living space. Was my stalker still here?

Terrified, I frantically backed up to the door and escaped my apartment. I didn’t bother waiting for the elevator. I rushed to the emergency stairwell and swiped my keycard through the reader there to unlock the door. Taking the steps two and three at a time, I raced down the seven floors. It was a freaking miracle I didn’t break my neck.

Bursting out the side entrance, I didn’t even wait for the door to close behind me before sprinting to the sidewalk. My backpack bounced against my back as I desperately searched for people. A fast food joint on the next corner over beckoned me with its promise of safety.

Huffing and panting, I reached the brightly illuminated spot out front and sagged against the brick wall with utter relief. With shaking hands, I retrieved my cell phone from my backpack and started to dial 9-1-1. My finger hovered over the touchscreen but I couldn’t commit to calling the police.

During my freshman year, a girl in our dorm had been stalked by an ex-boyfriend who had followed her halfway across Texas just to harass her in Houston. The police had done absolutely nothing to help her, not until the creep had gotten close enough to abduct her from a grocery store parking lot. All the restraining orders in the world hadn’t been enough to save her from seven horrifying hours of being held hostage at a rundown motel with that sicko.

Even though it made me feel awful, I had to consider the purchase offer for LookIt slowly working its way through the lawyers and accountants. There were so many people counting on that deal happening, especially the investors who had supported me from the beginning. Bad press like this? It could tank a shaky deal.

There was only one thing to do. I had to find Kelly.

(Sneak Peek #2 will be up Friday, September 13!)

New Covers for the Fighting Connollys Series!

9 Sep

So I decided to spring for some hot new covers for the upcoming Fighting Connollys series. The totally fantastic Melody Simmons designed this series. I just about died when the mockups landed in my inbox. They are perfect! What do you think?!

Oh–and the first sneak peek at In Kelly’s Corner will be out on Wednesday!

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August Update: Sergei & Kelly

31 Jul

I thought I’d do a quick update on the two upcoming books I have in the pipeline.

If you’ve clicked around on the Coming Soon page, you’ve probably noticed I changed/tweaked the covers for the Fighting Connollys series. I decided I wanted to maintain the same “feel” as the Russian Protector books.

Coming September 2013

Coming September 2013

In Kelly’s Corner (Fighting Connollys #1) will be out the last week of September. This book and Sergei’s book overlap in a few spots and it also includes a cameo by Hagen, the loan shark from Seduced by the Loan Shark. What can I say? Houston’s shady side is a small world. 🙂

Coming November 2013

Coming November 2013

Sergei (Her Russian Protector #5) will be out the first week of November. There’s a possibility (depending on the schedule of the new editing team I’m working with) it will be out in late October–but plan on seeing this big, sexy Russian in early November.

Also–I plan to offer ARCs (advanced reader copies) for both of these books. For those who don’t know, ARCs are early copies of books given out to reviewers and readers to spark interest. Right now, I offer them to my street team–but I plan to offer, like, 25-50 copies a week or two before the release of each book. Follow me on Facebook if you want a chance at snagging one of these ARCs.

Oh–and my street team is always open.  Just drop me a message through my contact form here on the website or message me through Facebook and I’ll happily send you the link for the private Facebook group. I’m about to send out the first street team packs (signed copy of Ivan paperback and swag) so now is a great time to join!