About the story
An out-of-control
hockey star.
A ruthless
agent.
One needs
discipline.
The other,
release.
Henley has
been perched on the edge of self-destruction for years. Drugs, alcohol, and
dark fetishes are only a few of his vices. When the only man capable of
controlling him turns his back for good, Henley finally crosses the line,
losing everything.
Kieran Steele
is considered to be one of the most ruthless agents in the world of sports. His
cutthroat tactics have never failed to land the deal of every athlete’s dreams.
When he sets his sights on something, he always gets what he wants. What Kieran
wants most is Henley.
For years,
Kieran has watched Henley from the sidelines, fantasizing. Now, Kieran is the
one person who can give Henley what he needs—ice beneath his skates and pain in
his bed. But is one man’s obsession stronger than the other man’s demons?
Excerpt
“Um, maybe I should go too.”
“Sit down.”
Henley’s gaze shot to the door at Kieran’s
demand, but Alex and Gannon were already gone. Chewing on his bottom lip,
Henley cast a look around. He focused on a hard-backed and uncomfortable looking
antique chair. Kieran unbuttoned his jacket as Henley eased himself down into
the chair, praying it would hold his weight. A low chuckle rolled through the
room, making Henley hard. He bit his lip harder to keep from asking what Kieran
found so damn funny about this situation.
Kieran loosened his tie and sat on the couch. “Why
did you choose the most uncomfortable chair?”
“I didn’t know it was uncomfortable when I sat
down.”
Kieran’s eyebrow quirked. Just the one. Damn,
Henley loved that shit. “Do you know it now?” Henley spent a moment trying to
decide which was worse—lying or insulting the man’s furniture. Thankfully,
Kieran saved him from having to choose. “If you wanted your ass to hurt, all
you had to do was say so. I’d been happy to accommodate you.”
Henley’s lips parted in his surprise before he
caught himself and snapped his teeth together. He couldn’t get a good read on
the man sitting across from him. Something about the other man’s icy veneer drove
Henley’s bravery to kick up a notch.
“Please do.” Henley’s voice came out on a
growl, and he bit his lip again, trying to hold back another plea.
A satisfied smile twisted Kieran’s lips. His
lids swept low, hiding his emotions from Henley. “Please do, what? I want to
hear the words.”
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About the Author
Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing, Indie Publishing House LLC, and Punk & Sissy Publications. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters. *2015 Readers' Favorite Award Winner *Winner of 2, 2014 Readers' Favorite Awards *2015 Passionate Plume Award Finalist *2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner *2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner *2012 ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance *Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath Connect with her online: --Website: charityparkerson.com --Facebook: facebook.com/authorCharityParkerson facebook.com/TheMenofSin --Twitter: twitter.com/CharityParkerso
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