A fighter without mercy.
A girl without hope.
The only thing that makes Flynn Dunleavy feel alive is the taste of his own blood. He’s the tattooed bastard son of Detroit’s most ruthless crime leader and he only knows three things for sure.
How to hit, how to hate and how to make women scream his name.
Until she shows up.
Lilly is the asset. The brain. The beautiful naive pawn in a high stakes game of family tradition, loyalty and intimidation, And Flynn’s father Colin Dunleavy is her fiancé.
The day she tumbles into his world, Flynn stands by as his father greets her with a bloody lip and an indifferent smile. And for the first time in his life Flynn feels something. A thump in his chest, a twitch in his heart. That day, she became his obsession.
Why is the one person that could save him the one person he can never have?
This is one fight he cannot lose.
HOT. HEARTBREAKING. INSPIRING.
Blazing hot, stand alone romance with a HEA and an ultra Alpha Dominant hero.
( Southside Brotherhood #1)
A hundred tiny candles circled the floor of the open attic. Flynn rose up next to Lilly as she turned in a full circle, taking it in.
“No. It’s a room. You’re beautiful. That word is reserved for you.”
“But, wow, how did you —”
“I’ve got my ways. I’ve been hiding up here for a long time. I just needed to tweak it a bit. Turn my man cave into a proper ‘She Shed’.”
Flynn watched as her lips turned up, and he felt like he was floating. The space was filled with white. White pillows rested on top of a massive, white-sheeted mattress. Hundreds of white roses were scattered along the dark, rough planks of the floor.
“You like white.” Flynn said his eyes transfixed on her face.
“Wow.” Her grin turned to a full smile, and she flung her head around fast enough that her long braid hit Flynn in the chest.
“Hey, careful with that thing.”
“Sorry.” Lilly played with the end of her mile-long tail, fussing as her eyes flitted up and down over Flynn.
“What happened to your shirt? You doing a David Banner impression?”
“Yeah, I turned fucking green waiting for you. My inner Hulk couldn’t wait anymore. What took you so long?”
“I —” She pulled her lips to the side like she did when she was thinking. “I didn’t open your note. Not for at least an hour. I didn’t want to know whatever was inside. I thought you were saying goodbye. You were going to leave.”
He could see the flood of warmth turn her ivory cheeks pink. The candlelight worked its magic through the white fabric nightgown, silhouetting the glorious round shapes where Flynn imagined his tongue would be very soon.
Flynn’s heart ached as her arms wrapped around her waist, and then one up across her chest. Just as she did whenever she felt insecure. That hard outer shell held a little girl inside who needed someone to undo all the bullshit and lies people filled her with over the years.
“I thought of it. Of leaving —” Flynn traced his fingers down her bare arm, watching as goose bumps formed wherever he touched.
He took the warmth of her hand into his, gently pulling her to the long bench covered with angel white pillows and blankets, sitting her sideways against the end, so he could take his place next to her and guide her feet onto his lap.
As much as the animal in him wanted to bind to her, to furrow into her neck and mark her with his teeth and fuck her until he howled, he wanted this. Her soul, her thoughts, anything she wanted to give him, he needed.
She knew why she was here, but her words needed his ears and he would control himself until the moment was right. Even if it killed him.
About the Author
Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA -- any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani's private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.
She's a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.
When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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