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Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)

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Kage Wilde doesn’t play well with others.

Kage Wilde thrives in solitude. A hunter and outdoorsman, he lives off the grid, avoiding society and trusting few. But when his ruthless grandfather demands his return to their corrupt family empire, Kage is thrust into a fight to protect his principles—and his freedom.

Poet Constantine is a dedicated museum taxidermist who finds solace in nature and the quiet life she’s built with her beloved aunt. Though content, she yearns for a deeper connection. When her work leads her to Kage’s remote world, she’s unprepared for the untamed, magnetic man who turns her life upside down. Tall, tattooed, and dangerously captivating, Kage awakens a desire she can’t deny. What begins as an unnerving encounter, quickly transforms into an intense, undeniable connection.

Kage’s raw intensity draws Poet in, while her warmth and strength ignite something in him he didn’t know he was missing. But the patriarch of the Wilde dynasty won’t let him go without a fight, and his grandfather’s schemes threaten to destroy the fragile happiness they’ve found together. As danger looms and the hunter becomes the hunted,

Kage and Poet must stand together against the storm. Their love may be powerful, but will it be enough to survive the chaos? A gripping romance filled with fiery passion, unyielding suspense, and raw desire, this story will leave you breathless until the final page.

From USA Today bestselling author Tiana Laveen comes Book three of the 7 Deadly Kins series. Come along for a dark love story packed with nail-biting suspense, retribution and yearning. ‘The Lone Wolf – Sloth’ is an exciting, forced proximity, grumpy sunshine, emotional scars, dark secrets, possessive alpha hero, bad boy contemporary romance. It’s the third installment in the series, but can be read as a standalone novel. It has no cliffhanger, and has a HEA (Happily-ever-after). This book includes mature themes and content that may not be suitable for all audiences—reader discretion is advised. Please look inside under the ‘Trigger Warnings’ for possible topics that may be deemed personally objectionable

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PROLOGUE

Kage crouched beneath the dense coppice of trees, his knee pads sinking into the cool earth. An unnerving silence surrounded him and clung to his nerves like a cloak, heavy with layers of caution, and wet with the sweat of a million petrified spectral apparitions. The morning sun had only shown one glowing, soft yellow finger from beyond the veil of sheer darkness, whispering softly to clustered, murky clouds. An owl hooted in the distance, perched upon a tall, wiry tree. Kage fixated on his target. He looked through the scope of his rifle, paying attention to what was both seen and unseen.

Drivels of sweat poured down his face—a warm, tickling sensation followed before the droplets seeped into his eyebrows, mustache and beard. The acrid flavor of cold coffee repeated across his tongue as he swallowed his disappointment in life itself. The shifting of shaky shadows and blackening of trees forced him to perch higher from his kneeled position to get an accurate assessment. The slight swing in the foliage offered sparse illumination among hints of green and brown. And now, he was more certain than ever. Shiny, slick eyes shimmered in the distance, frantically adjusting to the ebb of the night and penetrating brush. A spark of light reached his iris. Doe. A deer… Drop of mornin’ sun…

BANG!!! BANG BANG!!!

An animalistic groan emitted high and wide from the source, followed by a thud. He stayed put, and when he heard another snap, he shot again.

BANG! BANG!

…And again.

Thud.

Silence.

He waited, his face now a hot, sweaty mess, and his muscles taut with pulsating adrenaline, the blood coursing through his veins like hot lava. He patiently lingered until his intuition told him it was time to rise and show himself. Standing slowly to his full height of six foot seven, he took steady steps to collect the white-tailed deer. After a short three minute trek, successfully navigating past the multiple squirrel traps on his property, he reached the bounty. Two.

He scooped them up onto his shoulders. The warmth of their heavy frames turned into dead weight against his twisting and turning back. He moved much slower as he neared his house, the weight of both deer growing heavier with each step. With his rifle in one hand, and his other keeping the prey steady, he managed. As soon as he arrived at the front door, he placed his gun against the porch, pressed his thumb on the sensor, and at the chime and click, entered the house.

He locked the door behind him, then took a deep breath. His newly built home still smelled strongly of crisp cedar and cypress lumber, leather and moss. The odors stung his nostrils, blending with the sweet, nauseating bouquet of freshly shed blood.

Heading to the back of his home, he entered a room created specifically for his hunting, fishing, and work supplies. It was a cool, darkish room, with only one small window, tall walls, and lots of shelves. In the middle was a large metal sloped table, like one may see in a butcher shop. At the end of it were stacks of large buckets used to collect the innards, haul water, or wash the concrete floor.

He let one deer slip off his shoulder onto the table, followed by the other on top of it. Reaching for the overhead light, he tugged the chain, and the electricity buzzed and hummed for a few moments.

The preys’ eyes were glassy and troubled. Satisfied with his handwork, he turned on his mp3 player that sat on a work bench in the corner with bits of white paint dappled along it. ‘COLTER WALL – IMAGINARY APPALACHIA – The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie’ banged from the speaker. He grabbed a pair of black latex gloves from a box of fifty, slipped them onto his large, tattooed hands, then put on a black, floor length butcher smock. Grabbing some meat-cutting shears and an axe that hung from the rafter, he got to skinning his meat, humming to the music, his hand steady and his eye precise.

Peace settled over him. He placed their hides into bags and worked diligently, until each one was sectioned into approximately twenty-one pieces, including their heads. A bit over an hour had come and gone, but it felt like a mere five minutes. He turned towards the window and winked at the sun, then opened it wide to allow a bit more ventilation. The buckets were now filled to the brim with tissue, membranes, blood and bone. He turned on two industrial sized fans, letting them oscillate. The all too familiar coppery aroma of death filled his lungs. He caught his reflection in a metal paper towel dispenser as he moved about. His face was speckled with runny red splotches, and his hair that he’d tucked behind his ear, was partially dyed dark pink. He grinned at himself, proud as he was. Painted in pleasure.

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The Black Sheep – Part 1 Greed (The Seven Deadly Kins #3) Read Online Tiana Laveen http://www.wownovels.com/the-black-sheep-part-1-greed-the-seven-deadly-kins-3-read-online-tiana-laveen Sun, 02 Mar 2025 13:37:05 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/the-black-sheep-part-1-greed-the-seven-deadly-kins-3-read-online-tiana-laveen Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Authors: Tiana Laveen Series: The Seven Deadly Kins Series by Tiana Laveen
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73556 (not accurate)
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He’s the black sheep of the family, and she’s the light pulling him out of the shadows.

BOOK 2 and PART 1 of the 7 Deadly Kins

Roman Wilde, a former Texan marine with a dark past as a Vegas card shark and master manipulator, has reinvented himself as a successful Financial Associate. But when his ruthless family patriarch demands he return to his old con artist ways, Roman’s carefully constructed life begins to unravel. Backed into a corner, he’s forced to outsmart one of Texas's most dangerous men—using every trick he learned from years of high-stakes gambling and ruthless deception. In a deadly game of cat-and-mouse, one wrong move could cost him everything—his fortune, his freedom, and even his life.

Genesis Caldwell, a dental hygienist with a bruised but hopeful heart, comes from a close-knit family that values devotion above all else. After reevaluating her priorities, she’s on a hiatus from relationships, but when her brother’s irresistible, charming friend crosses her path, she can’t resist. Roman Wilde has found his way into her dreams, forcing her to not count sheep, nor men like him, out of her future just yet.

Roman never intended to fall so hard for his best friend’s sister, but the undeniable chemistry between him and Genesis ignites sparks that can’t be ignored, and they dive headfirst into a relationship. As he opens the door to love, he also unwittingly lets in the darkness from his bloodline. His shadowy past has come to pay his present a visit.

Now, Roman must decide if he will tell the love of his life the truth, or hide it behind the shadows of deception, hoping that the tales of his past never see the light of day…

From USA Today bestselling author Tiana Laveen comes Book two of the 7 Deadly Kins series. Come along for a dark love story packed with suspense, vengeance and desire. ‘The Black Sheep – Greed’ is an exciting sibling’s best friend, opposites attract, emotional scars, bad boy, possessive alpha hero contemporary romance. It’s the second installment in the series, but can be read as a standalone novel. It has no cliffhanger, and has a HEA (Happily-ever-after). Part 1 and Part 2 of this book have been published ON THE SAME DAY, therefore there is no wait for the conclusion. This book includes mature themes and content that may not be suitable for all audiences—reader discretion is advised. Please look inside under the ‘Trigger Warnings’ for possible topics that may be deemed personally objectionable.

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PROLOGUE

Roman swallowed the vile, bitter flavor that settled on his thick and heavy tongue. His mouth was jam-packed with the sharp tang of iron, and he could feel the slight wiggle of a side tooth. His jaw throbbed from the firm fist that had landed against his chin, shocking him out of a sound sleep. Now, he was more than fully awake.

“Shit.” He spat blood onto the concrete floor of the jail cell. When he spoke, cool air zipped past his open mouth, sending a chilled ache that shot straight into his skull. Pushing the discomfort aside, he yelled out, “Guards. Gotta package for ya!” He kicked the loaf of human flesh that lay inches from him. His jail-assigned beige Croc-style shoes were peppered with specs of freshly spewed blood. He swallowed yet again, his brain buzzing and his anger filling every cell of his body like jelly in a donut. He placed his hand against his jawbone and stroked it, feeling it go slightly numb.

The taste in his mouth worsened with each moment. It tasted like a million pennies soaked in rancid lemon juice. He stood still in the middle of the jail cell, waiting for the aftermath. A man he barely knew was at his feet, cradled in a fetal position. Knocked out cold. Splashes of blood dotted the cot of the lower bunk bed, and the floor was now painted glossy red—a canvas of crimson human fluids.

His battered knuckles began to pulsate as his adrenaline high came tumbling down, and reality set in. He’d be in deep shit if he didn’t talk fast, and think even faster. Brisk footsteps approached, turning into an all-out booted sprint. The rattling of bars, warnings, curses, and echoing screams from nearby jail cells drifted to him as furious men were chomping at the bit to be heard. Two correctional officers arrived, the one in the forefront’s mouth tight and his dark eyes wide as he looked into the enclosure. With a shaky hand, the other one grabbed his radio and began yelling into it.

“We need back up! Medics. Hands on deck. Prisoner assault. Cell 13C. Wilde and Miller. Miller down. Appears to be badly injured. Possibly deceased.”

His bare chest heaved as he remained still. He trained his eyes on the two officers who stared back at him as if he were some monster.

“You got anything on you, Wilde?!” one of them yelled as they made way to open the door.

“Just your mama’s lipstick stain around my dick. You can tell my grandaddy, the fucker who conspired against me in order to get me tossed behind bars, that I received his present. I removed the bow, then took care of his little problem.”

The only problem was that Chad Miller wasn’t little at all…

Chad Miller was a six-foot six psychopath with long, wild red hair, blank blue eyes, and crude tattoos that lined his bloated body. According to the rumor mill from the other inmates shouting during the fracas, Chad was known to get handsy with folks he believed he could shake down—for anything as minor as a cigarette, to their whole damn bank account balance. He was a bully with manipulative ways. Feared by many, hated by most.

More officers arrived. Roman was ordered to put his hands up, asked if he had any weapons, serious injuries, and the regular spiel. Mayhem ensued once that gate swung all the way open and they poured inside. He was pushed down into the bloody swamp that was formerly a concrete floor. A red river streamed from Miller’s body as he lay there looking nothing short of deceased. His eyes half open, he stared vacantly across the room as if his all-inclusive dreadful soul had been knocked out of the frame. Roman was cuffed and dragged out like a sack of potatoes. He felt the jab of a Billy club to his side, the slap of a clammy hand across his face, and someone grabbing the back of his head, and whacking it. Typically, everyone involved would have been kissing the fucking floor, but he let them show off and exert their power as he took his walk of fame. Besides, the big fish he wanted to fry wasn’t quite on the hook yet.

As he placed one foot in front of the other, he was cheered on as he was marched away from the scene of the crime and tossed into an office, starkly decorated in white and gray. The door was slammed and locked behind him. He looked around and noticed a spot to park, so he sat down in one of two of the hard, old wooden chairs situated in front of a small metal desk. He looked down at his chest and legs, both covered in Miller’s blood. Wasn’t long before some jail official came into the room with a phone and recorder, offered him a bottle of water, and got down to business.

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The Black Sheep – Part 2 Greed (The Seven Deadly Kins #4) Read Online Tiana Laveen http://www.wownovels.com/the-black-sheep-part-2-greed-the-seven-deadly-kins-4-read-online-tiana-laveen Sun, 02 Mar 2025 13:37:04 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/the-black-sheep-part-2-greed-the-seven-deadly-kins-4-read-online-tiana-laveen Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Authors: Tiana Laveen Series: The Seven Deadly Kins Series by Tiana Laveen
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)

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Don't play with him. You'll lose at your own game...

Roman and Genesis are swept away by a passion that seems unstoppable. But their love story is quickly threatened by a ruthless patriarch who demands loyalty—and a deadly price for it. The weight of his nefarious demands could shatter everything Roman has fought so hard to build.

As dark secrets loom, threatening to destroy their future, Roman knows time is running out. His past—once buried deep in between the pages of a book—begins to resurface, and the stakes have never been higher. With everything on the line, Roman and Genesis make a desperate pact to protect their love and everything they’ve worked for.

No more silly games. Roman pulls every trick he’s learned, revealing the depths of his duplicity. The mask slips, and the patriarch may soon learn that some black sheep don’t follow—they lead, and this black sheep hunts until the prey gasps for its last breath…

From USA Today bestselling author Tiana Laveen comes Book two of the 7 Deadly Kins series. Come along for a dark love story packed with suspense, vengeance and desire. ‘The Black Sheep – Greed’ is an exciting sibling’s best friend, opposites attract, emotional scars, bad boy, possessive alpha hero contemporary romance. It’s the second installment in the series, but can be read as a standalone novel. It has no cliffhanger and has a HEA (Happily-ever-after). This book includes mature themes and content that may not be suitable for all audiences—reader discretion is advised. Please look inside under the ‘Trigger Warnings’ for possible topics that may be deemed personally objectionable.

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PART 2 of Black Sheep – Greed

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The Promised Land

Grandpa Wilde stood inside an old, dilapidated barn that smelled of old leather from several abandoned horse saddles, rotting hay, and damp earth. It may not have been much to look at, with the ramshackle silage, random bits of debris, plentiful old cobwebs, and antiquated, broken-down farming equipment, but the land it was on was invaluable.

The same land he’d stood on as a young man with a special young lady. So very long ago… The same land that was coveted in the community back in his day. Where the wealthy came for clandestine meetings, elaborate southern dinners after church, and live fiddle concerts from some of the best musicians in all of Houston. When he looked over yonder, he could still envision the big white house that had once stood there. It had two winding porches, balconies, a butler and maid entrance, beautiful white and pink roses, and horse stables occupied by healthy stallions and gorgeous ponies. Now there was nothing more there than fragments of rotten plywood, broken shards of dust covered glass and pottery, overgrown weeds, and an old blue shutter that had somehow missed being tossed away with the rest of the housing wreckage. Right before the home was bulldozed, squatters utilized the place.

It had no heat, air, or running water. No plumbing, but it was such a lofty, magnificent estate, that it attracted vagrants all the same. The copper was plundered, and any squirreled away or forgotten items that may have brought in a dollar or two, were stolen and hawked to pawn shops. Some claimed, even many years back when he was a young man, that it was haunted. It was the Allen family’s land. Oil folks, but they’d all gone and abandoned the place when Mr. Theodore Allen came into serious legal trouble due to some salacious scandals that erupted regarding his abuse of some minor boys. The details were ghastly and haunted the entire community. The family fled in a panic; their lives threatened after such incredulous accusations were met with proof found in the attic. A big heaping collection of photographs of unclothed teenage boys.

He ruined his life due to his perversions… He ruined his family… Brought shame to his wife and children. I remember that house. It was a beacon of hope and life. Somethin’ to aspire to. He turned it into a place of ill repute and misery. Dem boys had a hard time getting out from under that once the truth came out. Honorable men don’t do such things. No sir! Goes to show you that not all that glitters is gold.

The house used to be a showstopper. Big bashes, fancy parties with the best liquor, and saucy dancing on Saturday evenings. He was never invited. His impoverished father sure as hell wasn’t either. The surname Wilde was banned from such events. But sometimes he came anyway. Drifting in the darkness. Behind a bush or in the stable with the livestock. He wanted to observe how wealthy people lived. In the daytime, and nighttime, too. He’d sometimes manage to slip in through the butler door and take a memento. A silver fork, a tiny porcelain teacup for his mama, or a slice of vanilla cream cake. He enjoyed mostly just looking in the windows.

Watching the people dance in their nice threads, laughing at jokes that weren’t all that damn funny. It got to a point where he didn’t always enjoy watching it though. He started to hate the people. It was like they were in a beautiful snow globe, and he was in a chow line. Dresses flowing with each step a spoiled princess of a woman made. Flutes filled with bubbling libations. Trays of appetizers he couldn’t even pronounce. Yes, he could see it all still in his mind… Fresh like it just happened only a day ago. When the property was vibrant and ripe with wealth, robust plants, trees, and cattle, he wanted what Mr. Allen had. Cyrus Wilde was just a poor country boy though… trying to figure out how to get his hands on the keys to success. On riches. He figured out early the rich acquired admiration and social supremacy. The poor got nothin’ but spit at, made fun of, and turned away. He swore that one day that when he was able, he’d purchase that beautiful place for his bride, and prove himself worthy of the estate. Tina loved that house, too…

He promised her that land would be theirs in the near future, and he’d build her the house of her dreams on it. They’d get married, have babies, and live out the rest of their days together. She chastised him and called him foolish. After all, they were both quite young, he hadn’t made anywhere near the money he possessed now, and they had other issues to contend with, too—but he didn’t care. He’d made a promise. And he planned to stick by it, with or without her believing his promise. Today was that day.

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The Top Dog – Part 1 Lust (The Seven Deadly Kins #1) Read Online Tiana Laveen http://www.wownovels.com/the-top-dog-part-1-lust-the-seven-deadly-kins-1-read-online-tiana-laveen Mon, 23 Sep 2024 09:21:55 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-top-dog-part-1-lust-the-seven-deadly-kins-1-read-online-tiana-laveen Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense Authors: Tiana Laveen Series: The Seven Deadly Kins Series by Tiana Laveen
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Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
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His bite is as deadly as his bark…

BOOK 1 and PART 1 of the 7 Deadly Kins

Lennox Wilde is protective, loyal, and everyone’s friend. Or so it appears... Lennox is known in different circles, to be ruthless when threatened, and revenge-seeking when crossed. By day, he’s a personal trainer; by night, a bouncer at a dance club. Despite his wealthy background, he’s rejected his family’s fortune to prove his independence and be his own man.

Nadia ‘Velvet’ Deere, an exceptionally bright and talented exotic dancer, has aspirations of completing her law degree. Her goals are thwarted by a potentially deadly admirer, resentment, hurt, and unwavering ghosts from her past.
A chance encounter with Lennox, an old friend, rekindles a deep connection. But Nadia, afraid to fully open herself up to conceivable disappointment, resists his advances.

Lennox is not one to take no for an answer, and the two journey on an adventure of discovery and love. However, their voyage takes a fatal turn. As their world’s collide, things become dangerously unstable and treacherous.

From USA Today bestselling author Tiana Laveen, comes Book one of the 7 Deadly Kins series. Come along for a dark love story packed with suspense, revenge and passion. ‘The Top Dog – Lust’ is an exciting friends to lovers, second chance, destined for love, possessive alpha hero, bad boy, Southern contemporary romance. It’s the first installment in the series, but can be read as a standalone novel. It has no cliffhanger, and has a HEA (Happily-ever-after). This book includes mature themes and content that may not be suitable for all audiences; reader discretion is advised. Please look inside under the ‘Trigger Warnings’ for possible topics that may be deemed personally objectionable.

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PROLOGUE

Welcome, folks. My name is Anderson Wilde, and I’m seventeen years old. Today, I’m at my grandfather’s house. I figured I’d take you on a tour and explain what you’re gonna see today. It’s amazing, isn’t it? huge, too. Like a big museum. This isn’t his only house though. My grandfather owns a lot of houses. A lot of land. A lot of buildings. A lot of businesses. And a lot of people…

He’s a bit of a collector of people, too. Hell, he’s been married five times. They say his second wife, I think she was common-law, was Ms. Tina, was the love of his life. According to my mom, she was the one that got away, but I have a hard time imagining that Grandpa really ever loved any woman in that sort of way. I mean, yeah, I’m just a kid my parents say, but I’m not stupid. I might even be wrong. I don’t know just yet. Rumor has it, she just up and disappeared. Some believe she’s dead. Others said she’s hiding. Hiding from who? I think you know…

Anyway, I come from a large family. Larger than most, I imagine. Grandpa had a bunch of kids. He’s got nine living sons and three daughters from those five marriages of his. Oh, and one son from an affair that nobody talks much about. Another son of his is adopted: his third wife’s child from a previous marriage, my Uncle Danny. He has more grandchildren and great grandchildren than I can count—including me, of course.

I have so many cousins spread all over the state of Texas, and only get to see all of them under one roof on Thanksgivin’ and Christmas. The holidays are always nice around here. That’s when we all get together and have a great time. Aunts talk about how big so and so is getting, who’s pregnant, who got promoted, and who looks just like their daddy. That seems to be a common theme. Kinda silly if you ask me, but, to be honest, some of us do favor. People say me and my dad have my grandfather’s eyes, for instance. A lot of us do, I imagine. That’s funny considering all of Grandpa’s different wives. He must have strong genes. You may be wondering now what Grandpa looks like since I brought it up? Whatever you think he looks like, you’re more than likely wrong.

My grandpa looks like a fit, tanned Santa Claus. It sounds funny, don’t it? But it’s true. Head full of silky white and silver hair that goes down his back, a matching mustache and beard. He’s a handsome old man, for sure, and pulls women half his age with no issue. I’ve seen ’em sneaking in at night, and leavin’ bright and early in the morning. He’s strong, even in his seventies. He’s seventy-three to be exact, but doesn’t look a day over sixty. Takes good care of himself.

He wields a gold cane, one of many in his collection, but doesn’t need it. I think he just likes how it looks. Style and fashion. He wears two signature bulky diamond rings, one of them a gold bull with diamonds for eyes. A longhorn, like his nickname. Grandpa says he’s an animal, and all the best men in his family are animals. Animals belong in the zoo. I’m not really sure what that means. Anyway, he wears dark tailored business suits and hand sewn silk ties. Grandpa always says a man should look sharp from the time he steps out of his bedroom to the moment his head hits the pillow, even if that pillow is in a casket. He has an entire room full of nothin’ but high-priced cowboy boots and big, beautiful cowboy hats. Yeah, he’s rich as all outdoors, but he shares.

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The Top Dog – Part 2 Lust (The Seven Deadly Kins #2) Read Online Tiana Laveen http://www.wownovels.com/the-top-dog-part-2-lust-the-seven-deadly-kins-2-read-online-tiana-laveen Mon, 23 Sep 2024 09:21:53 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-top-dog-part-2-lust-the-seven-deadly-kins-2-read-online-tiana-laveen Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense Authors: Tiana Laveen Series: The Seven Deadly Kins Series by Tiana Laveen
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Total pages in book: 106
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Someone should have let this sleeping dog lie…
Now, Lennox “Top Dog” Wilde, is out of
the doghouse, and he’s not returning without a hunk of flesh.

BOOK 1 and Part 2 of the 7 Deadly Kins Series

Lennox Wilde is determined to protect Nadia 'Velvet' Deere from unforeseen danger, lurking in every corner. As he battles family demons and Nadia wrestles with her pain and paths to healing, their love for one another grows.

Nadia must choose between her past and her present, while Lennox is set administering the perfect revenge, securing the keys to his freedom, and offering Nadia the loyalty and love she’s never had.

Their greatest challenges are yet to come.

From USA Today bestselling author Tiana Laveen comes Book one of the 7 Deadly Kins series. Come along for a dark love story packed with suspense, revenge and passion. ‘The Top Dog – Lust’ is an exciting friends to lovers, second chance, destined for love, possessive alpha hero, bad boy, sexy, slow burn, contemporary romance. It’s the first installment in the series, but can be read as a standalone double novel. It has no cliffhanger, and has a HEA (Happily-ever-after). This book includes mature themes and content that may not be suitable for all audiences; reader discretion is advised. Please look inside BOOK 1/PART 1, under the ‘Trigger Warnings’ for possible topics that may be deemed personally objectionable.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Soul Sister

XXXTENTACION’S, ‘Vice City’ punched through the club amplifiers. The bass hammered and pulsated within the atmosphere, making one feel alive. Lennox glanced at his iWatch, noting the time, then headed towards the other end of the club. He and several other bouncers made their usual rounds, rotating stations every now and again.

Wearing a black sports jacket and matching pants, he caught his image in a mirrored wall, gleaming with reflected flashing lights. His black hair had grown out a bit and was brushed back from his forehead, exposing his lowbrow, thick eyebrows and the fire in his satin gray eyes with gold flecks. Darkness flashed in his vision, in his soul, and in his heart, but there was light at the end of the tunnel. He could feel the black heat on his heels, as if something invisible but wicked was shadowing him within each step he took. Yet, he didn’t run.

Nevertheless, something had his dander up. Something unseen and unheard. Nadia should have called me back by now. Hasn’t she left yet? He glanced at his iWatch once again, then stood by the bar sizing up the inebriated and high people swaying on the dance floor. He tried desperately to stay focused on the job at hand, but it proved to be far more difficult than he imagined. It wasn’t like Nadia to not call him when she got off work, and with all of the shit going on as of late, he was resolute to keep tabs on her. After all, this was her last night at the gentleman’s club—and afterwards, she was to go home. They’d agreed that he would meet her at her apartment after he got off work.

His phone buzzed, signaling a text message. Hoping it was her, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone, but was disappointed to see it was some random email. He figured it was spam, but opened it and read it anyway. His face warmed with happiness once he got to the final sentence of the message.

Tonight wasn’t so bad after all. He sat on the good news for a few moments, relishing it, then sent Nadia a text message inquiring about her whereabouts so he could tell her, too. He waited a few minutes. She didn’t respond.

Concern welled in his throat forming an itchy knot, and he couldn’t speak. What was he to do with these feelings that were clouding his good spirits? And then it hit him. Back in the day, there was someone he always contacted when he had good news. Someone who’d been a friend from the day she’d been born—and one of the few people he trusted. Someone he missed dearly. Was this a good time to mend fences? Would he be ignored as usual? Or would good luck strike twice in the same night?

He radioed to another bouncer.

“Hey, Steve.” Static erupted on the walkie-talkie. “Can you hear me? Over.”

“This is Steve. 10-4. Hey Lennox. What it do? Over.”

“I gotta make an important call. I’m leavin’ my post, but will be back in a jiffy. Over.”

“Copy that. Do what you need to do. Over and out.”

Lennox made his way into a little office at the back of the club. The large metal desk was covered with files, crunched up receipts, and various papers, some of them stamped with the words, ‘Invoice’. He proceeded to make the call, remaining standing in the middle of the room, amid all the mess. Muffled music drifted to the room, the song indistinguishable as he called a number from his contacts that was etched in his memory.

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A deadly dance of love and danger…

Whispers of urban legends surround Nikolai, shrouding him in an aura of disconcerting mystery. Tattooed and silver-eyed, he's a rugged, hard-working blacksmith who cherishes his peace and solitude above all else. But his tranquil world comes crashing down when he finds himself at the heart of a local murder investigation.

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Nikolai has no patience for nosy cops and town gossip, but when he crosses paths with the private investigator tailing him, he wastes no time in trying to become her number one lover instead of her prime suspect.

As Porsche sits face to face with Nikolai, her understanding of human nature is shaken to the core. She's torn between her instincts and an irresistible attraction that defies all logic. Amidst dangerous twists and treachery woven into their lives, Porsche must confront the possibility of falling for a cold-blooded killer or uncovering the truth behind Nikolai's enigmatic facade.

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From USA Today bestselling author Tiana Laveen comes a twisted romantic whodunnit, packed with suspense and passion. Whispers of the Raven is an exciting, forbidden love, contemporary romance. It is a standalone novel with a HEA (Happily-ever-after). This book includes mature themes and content that may not be suitable for all audiences; reader discretion is advised. Please look inside under the ‘Trigger Warnings’ for possible topics that may be deemed personally objectionable.

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PROLOGUE

Police Captain Dakota White had far too much on his mind. He’d just finished looking at the gruesome photographs of a recent crime scene, and no matter how he tried to fight it, dismiss it, make sense of it, something terrible was going on—and it didn’t add up.

This was the fourth body to wash up on the shore of Old Orchard Beach in the last two months. Another male, this one in his mid-twenties. His exposed pale flesh was showing signs of vascular marbling. His arms pictured elaborate and silly tattoos—smoking mushrooms and detailed angels of death. His biceps and forearms were covered in puncture marks from needles, sores and scabs, and his eyes were dull and flat. Sunken into a snow-white face. The mop of messy brown hair on his head was jam-packed with debris, tiny seashells, and seaweed, and the nauseating odor from his remains drifted towards the mainland, making the rookie cops nearby woozy. The sea had bloated the corpse to three times its normal size. His ankles barely fit into his waterlogged socks and sneakers, one of which was missing.

The police arranged for the coroner to collect the cadaver. On him, they found a wallet with an intact license: Clark Johnson from South Portland. This discovery led them to an intriguing development: an ex-police officer turned private investigator, Officer Lee, had been searching for Clark Johnson. She provided a detailed list of his last known whereabouts. He admittedly didn’t pay her much attention after she announced that she was a P.I.—once Lead Homicide Detective Lee, now Private Investigator Lee.

According to her findings, he was last seen in that area, and he’d headed to the beach with a group of guys from a watering hole. This was the first the police had heard of that, but at the time, there was no evidence to prove her right or wrong. He made a note of it all the same. After visiting his precinct, she stated her intention to interview more of the locals to find this missing Clark Johnson person, which in turn they strongly asked her not to do. She of all people should have realized what toes she was stepping on by doing such.

Now, that was a moot point for the man in question turned up dead.

He gritted his teeth and ignored his phone that rang at his desk. He needed a minute to compose himself, get his thoughts in order. The media was already discussing the story, and the conspiracy theories had started to abound, creating a menagerie of false information and ridiculous rumors. Unfortunately, now they had this outsider who was equipped to stir the pot. Someone of his own ilk. Once an officer, always an officer. But she’d broken off from the mold like a lone wolf. That made her more dangerous.

He’d already looked into the lady’s credentials. Officer fuckin’ Lee. She was highly regarded—however, she didn’t listen well and seemed to do as she pleased. She stood out like a sore thumb amongst them. A tall, slender, syrup complexioned woman, built like some supermodel, with long, dark hair and teeth whiter than snow. Her voice held a raspy note to it, and she moved with confidence while dripping with femininity. She looked almost like a doll, but the seriousness in her eyes proved she was not one to try and play with.

She was so young, only thirty-four, and left the Boston Police Department abruptly—he wondered why. Leaving Boston to live in Maine and do this sort of work? Chase cheating spouses and people trying to game Workman’s Comp. It seemed beneath her, but that was none of his business. His main focus was the fact that neither he nor his entire department cared for interlopers sticking their noses in their investigations.

Now he had additional information and a problem on his hands. Officer Lee… He had proof she did not heed his admonitions. Ignoring his warnings, she’d asked a fisherman she’d gotten familiar with to look about the beach for the missing person. There of course was pay involved—how much, he didn’t know. Sure enough, the bastard found Clark where she told him to search, whose body washed ashore.

So she’d found him, the missing fellow, and that made things a bit easier for them, until today…

They couldn’t close the case. The coroner said Clark Johnson, a known heroin addict, hadn’t drowned. He’d been murdered.

The coroner stated he’d been deceased for at least four weeks, perhaps five or six. That left more unanswered questions. Where had he been on the beach before that? The missing person’s report filed by his sister showed he’d not been seen or heard from for almost two months. Officer Lee called him directly, as soon the coroner’s report was available, and made it known that she believed Portland, Maine had a serial killer.

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Step into the shadows of a dangerous liaison where love and peril collide. Meet James 'Black Arrow' Wilde, the enigmatic mastermind of a lucrative smuggling ring. With his towering frame, inked skin, and lethal skills, he commands both respect and fear. But when an unforeseen witness threatens to expose his empire, James finds himself caught in a high-stakes game of survival.

Enter Honey Brooks, a fearless and unconventional photojournalist from LA. Sent to Colorado as punishment, she unsuspectingly captures a secret that draws her into a deadly dance with James Wilde—a man feared by many.

As their paths intertwine, a turbulent connection sparks, fueled by revenge, seduction, and danger. In a world where trust is scarce and alliances are fleeting, James and Honey must navigate treacherous waters, fighting not only for their lives but for a love that defies all odds. With enemies lurking in every shadow, they must decide if their fiery passion is worth the ultimate sacrifice.

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PROLOGUE

How in the hell did they do that? What I had seen earlier that morning couldn’t have possibly been true. There’s no fucking way. I readjusted the wristband of my Rolex and half-listened to Billy’s morning report of our imports, delays and shop talk, trying to forget the thoughts swirling in my mind.

I never worry. I have an answer for everything—but this left me speechless.

Our shoes clicked against the red and white marble flooring of the hallway and the sound of my breathing echoed in my ears, becoming louder with each ragged breath I took. Regardless, it was important that I keep my cool. Never let your squad see you sweat. I checked myself out in a wall length mirror as we journeyed closer to my office. Yup. I still played a good game of poker face.

When I entered my office with Billy right beside me, something told me that once I sat down and got to business, I wasn’t going to like what I was about to see. That my suspicions and my eyes had in fact not deceived me ever, so why would they start now? Billy whipped out his phone and rattled off a few email correspondents. I nodded and responded at just the right times, though my mind was somewhere else. There was no more time to lose. Pull the switch.

I sat down at my desk, snuffed my cigar, and asked that Billy leave me. He gave me a curious glance as he was in mid-sentence about another cop on our asses, but knew better than to push the issue. Until I had a handle on this situation, I didn’t want anyone finding out what I stumbled upon, not even my right-hand man.

Once Billy closed the door behind him and the coast was clear, I grabbed the folder I had squirreled away in the top drawer of my bureau, ready to review my findings. I grabbed my grandfather’s old magnifying glass, set it aside, then turned on my desk lamp to the maximum brightness. Then, I unsealed the folder, spreading out the contents before me.

Within seconds I was thumbing through the grainy security camera snapshots I had blown up for my own personal examination, and my focus zoomed in on a dark figure among the piles of plastic storage boxes, crouched between the big rigs, armed vehicles, and cargo. My heart sank.

This can’t be right. There’s no fucking way. I can’t believe this.

Snatching my magnifying glass, I hovered it over the black and white photo prints. I studied the pictures, one after the other, for at least ten more minutes, and my prior misgivings were cemented, the truth becoming crystal clear.

Shit. It’s a gotdamn woman.

How could someone infiltrate my territory without my knowledge, and be a woman at that? I had no idea who the hell this was, which made it all the more nerve-wracking. My surprise had little to do with biology and more about the fact that women rarely got into this line of work, and when they did, it was definitely not solo. There was always a man heading the charge. Husband. Boyfriend. Father. Last night though, she was definitely by herself, and all the rough, piss poor photos proved it. She got through when the power was out… That’s what happened. Fucking storm. Shit. I fired up my computer, lit a fresh cigar, and re-watched the security camera video from multiple angles. Smolder rose above my head, and grainy photos spanned all around me like autumn leaves.

Just like autumn leaves, too, I wanted her fallen… Dead.

I rewound the video footage a million times. At one point, I was impressed with her agility and abilities, but the rage inside of me wouldn’t allow me to sit with any admiration for too long. She was tossed a split second, and nothing more.

You’ve got to be shittin’ me…

I observed this unbelievable stealthy bitch tackle a fence that should have electrocuted her ass upon the first touch from her hand. Instead, she climbed over it like some spider monkey and landed on her feet from fifteen feet in the air. She slinked and slid around like hot snot, her camera flickering every now and again, illuminating the darkness in millisecond flashes. My men were completely oblivious to her presence as they loaded the gear onto the trucks, and stood around yacking. She at one point was so close to several of them, it was almost as if they knew she was there. That may have bled into my already heightened paranoia, but I knew better. The costs were too high to turn a blind eye to such a thing, or even be in cahoots.

James ran his hand along his bare chest, slow and easy, closed his eyes, then steepled his hands in front of his face. His button-down black shirt was splayed open, allowing a slight breeze in the room to cool his sweaty chest. His nostrils flared as he tried to keep his composure. Waves of rage crashed into his mind so violently that he drowned in his own thoughts.

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This is book 3 of a three book series. It is the final book of The Brother Disciple series. This specific book has been divided into two parts, due to its length. This is Part 1 of a double novel. (The second installment of book 3, is available at the exact same time.) This is a standalone. No cliffhangers.

After the untimely death of his mother, Caspian Emory did not utter a word for a long time. Raised by his adoring Aunt Angel, he often got in trouble and exhibited antisocial behaviors. Despite his inability to display emotion, Caspian was broken when his beloved teacher, Mrs. Florence, passed away. She’d given him a sense of belonging when he’d always been the outsider. A fish out of water who only connected with two other people who became brothers to him: Axel and Legend.
Now a successful reporter and writer, specializing in unsolved cold cases, he lives a good life filled with women, swanky parties, and southern country club livin’. However, all of that changes once he receives word that his beloved Aunt Angel has passed on. He’s asked by her only child, his cousin Noah, to come and help sort things out. Back in Portland, Kentucky, the doors to Hell and Heaven burst wide open. What was supposed to be the planning of a funeral is only the beginning of death, straggly loose ends tinged in blood, and fluttering white feathers of the past, present, and future. The last thing on Caspian’s mind is meeting an illustrious, talented and magnetic woman by the name of Azure, who makes him anything but blue…

Come along on a journey of twists of turns, hot passionate love, and deadly mysteries uncloaked, if you dare. Speak now, or forever hold your peace…

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Prologue

Madonna’s, ‘Dress You Up’ played on the little yellow CD player in my mama’s room. She had a stack of CDs she’d clung to from her younger days, as she liked to say. The room was full of brightly colored clothes strewn everywhere. Wash day wasn’t ’til next week. On her dresser were two lipsticks, some box with a word I couldn’t read, and empty pill bottles.

It was a pretty fall day, but the room smelled stuffy and old. I sat beneath her, my legs crossed, looking up high. Little bits of lint, those tiny balls of fabric and dirt, were covering her light blue slippers that she got from Walmart. She bought a new pair every few months. The month before, they were pink. I kept looking at the bottom of those slippers above my head. I didn’t like how dirty they were on the bottom. They’d gotten that way from the creaky oak floors that always needed an extra washin’.

We hadn’t lived in that old five-room house for long. We moved a lot, but Mama said we’d stay in this house for a while, since the rent was so cheap. It was just me and her, as well as her parrot named Sue. Sue was sixteen years old, and Mama loved her so much, but not more than me. She made sure to tell me that from time to time.

Madonna kept talking about dressing someone up in her love, but my little five-year-old brain couldn’t compute what that even meant. I wanted to ask Mama about that right then and there, because how could you dress up love? Love didn’t have a body. You couldn’t put a hat on it—or could you? I looked around the room, wondering if I should do something. I had tried climbing on the bed and pullin’ Mama down, but it didn’t work. I called out to her, but she ain’t answer. The phone wasn’t working, and I was all alone. ’Cept for Mama and Sue.

How did Mama get all the way up there to go to sleep?

Maybe that man helped her. Maybe Mama wanted to fly like an angel, and she fell asleep while doing it? I had heard a gruff voice the night before. Didn’t right know who it was. Mama made me stay in my room while she had company. Sounded like Mama and the man were havin’ a tiff, as she called it when grown folks got to arguin’. Fightin’ ’nd such.

I stood to my feet, clad in socks, wiped the tears off my face, and went to the living room. Grabbing one of my colorin’ books and the bin of broken crayons, I came back into Mama’s room. I sat down beneath her once again, flipped through the book, and started shading Big Bird, Bert and Ernie. They were all standing together. Big smiles on their faces. It was hard finding the right shade of orange for Ernie’s big, round face. I didn’t have the right words in my tiny head at the time, but it seemed like Ernie was mocking me. His smile was the biggest.

I didn’t get mad though. Just because I was upset didn’t mean that the characters of Sesame Street had to be, too, I reckoned. Once I accepted that as fact, I smiled back at Ernie, and lo and behold, there was a tiny, sawed-off piece of orange crayon, after all. Funny how a shift in mood could make things so crystal clear. The perfect shade. The music kept on playing while I did my best to make the picture look good. I began to bob my head, the way Mama would. Mama loved Madonna. I remembered another song of hers that Mama liked: ‘Like a Prayer.’ I knew what a prayer was. Sometimes me and Mama would sit down at the table and say one.

She said she wasn’t too religious but believed in God, and so should I. I asked her one time who God was, and she said all the good things and feelings in life. She said God wasn’t religious either. She said God was love. I asked her what God looked like, and she said whatever I wanted Him to look like. She said God ain’t have no face or body, so we could imagine Him how we wish. If everyone was supposed to love God, I figured, we’d envision Him however we wanted for sure, so we could love him all the more. The nicer lookin’ God was, the more we’d trust Him, right? Or maybe that didn’t make a lick of sense.

Maybe God looked the same to all of us, so we could recognize Him when we saw him? If He looked different all the time, then how would we know it was Him? I would have to ask Mama about that when she woke up from her nap.

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This is book 3 of a three book series, “The Brother Disciples.” This is part 2, of the third, and final book. This is a standalone. No cliffhangers.

After the untimely death of his mother, Caspian Emory did not utter a word for a long time. Raised by his adoring Aunt Angel, he often got in trouble and exhibited antisocial behaviors. Despite his inability to display emotion, Caspian was broken when his beloved teacher, Mrs. Florence, passed away. She’d given him a sense of belonging when he’d always been the outsider. A fish out of water who only connected with two other people who became brothers to him: Axel and Legend.
Now a successful reporter and writer, specializing in unsolved cold cases, he lives a good life filled with women, swanky parties, and southern country club livin’. However, all of that changes once he receives word that his beloved Aunt Angel has passed on. He’s asked by her only child, his cousin Noah, to come and help sort things out. Back in Portland, Kentucky, the doors to Hell and Heaven burst wide open. What was supposed to be the planning of a funeral is only the beginning of death, straggly loose ends tinged in blood, and fluttering white feathers of the past, present, and future. The last thing on Caspian’s mind is meeting an illustrious, talented and magnetic woman by the name of Azure, who makes him anything but blue…

Come along on a journey of twists of turns, hot passionate love, and deadly mysteries uncloaked, if you dare.
Speak now, or forever hold your peace…

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Chapter Fourteen

Caspian had scheduled his usual video call with his therapist. Seated in his car, he listened to her speaking amongst the loud, rattly sounds of the airplanes while stationed in the open parking garage. The shadows of the huge machines cast across the roads and land ahead before disappearing out of sight. When he was younger, he used to wonder what kind of people would be on the planes, and where they were going. He also wanted to go away with them.

“Caspian, so how do you feel about that?” Dr. Moore questioned, jerking him out of his deliberations.

He swallowed and closed his eyes, mentally and physically exhausted. He’d just come back from a four-day trip to Georgia to handle a few work-related matters and was now at the Kentucky Louisville International Airport in a new rental, ready to head to Portland. However, he’d had a scheduled video call with his therapist and missing it would perhaps cause her concern. So here he was, in the middle of his session.

“How do I feel about what?” he finally responded, only half there. Half present. Halfhearted.

“About having to return? Is that worrying to you?” Dr. Moore asked.

His therapist’s dark brown wavy, shoulder length hair was tucked behind her ears as she smiled gently at him with her thin, pink glossy lips.

He shrugged, cracking his window to allow the cigar smoke to escape.

“It could be.”

“Based on what you said earlier today, Caspian, I think that you returning to the place you’ve been avoiding for so long, with the exception of the short trips you’ve taken over the years, is proof of healing.”

“I just need to help my uncle and cousin.”

“You could have done the majority of those tasks remotely. It’s the land. You want your feet on it.” She cocked her head ever so slightly to the side, then froze. The FaceTime reception was acting up within the thick concrete walls of the airport. The pixelated form of her, like an abstract cubic painting, was a tad comical—her mouth hung open, the lips swirled about, and one eye appeared completely shut, while the other was blurred and oversized.

“You’re frozen.”

She responded, but her speech was broken up. He looked at the time.

“Dr. Moore, if you can hear me, we only have four minutes left. Maybe we should wrap this up.” He flicked his cigar out of the car and rolled the window up. Once again, her voice was all choppy.

“Caspian!” Her voice rang like an alarm, the sound piercing the air. He sighed in resignation when the call didn’t drop.

“Yes?”

“I’m concerned about your lack of interest in talking about your feelings regarding the passing of your aunt. You’ve been sweeping over it. She was the woman who raised you. You called her mama. You’re burying your emotions again.”

“She’s dead. I’m sad about that, but life goes on. I still have to take care of life and work. My cousin needs me, and I—”

“Caspian…”

“What do you want me to do here, huh? Cry? I already did. I’m past it now.”

“Caspian, must I remind you about your diagnosis?”

“No. You must not.” The woman laughed at that. “I would rather just be called a sociopath or psychopath.”

“Why’s that?”

“Most think I’m that anyway. They say it jokingly but I know deep down, when I let folks get close to me, they start seein’ some things about me that make them uneasy. They never seem to put their finger on it but since I’m a likable kind of guy, they roll with it. Dismiss it. Being a psychopath or sociopath is a lot easier to explain.”

“Well, that may be true, to some extent, but I don’t believe you are either of those, neither do you. Some would argue you do have a bit of psychopathy, but I disagree. You’ve been such an enigma, but I’m fairly confident you have borderline personality disorder and that’s what we’re trying to treat you for—without the use of antidepressants and antipsychotics, of course. The reason you were such a conundrum to me and my colleagues is because you’re high functioning and do not typically swing the opposite way, as far as your emotions. You do not visibly showcase major shifts in mood, such as fits of public rage or anger. Instead, you do it behind closed doors, or only with those you trust. You’re not comfortable with public spectacles. The misdiagnosis you received previously, as schizoid personality disorder, doesn’t apply because you are—”

“I don’t necessarily always want to be alone. I do have interest in other people. I enjoy intimacy, I care about a few select folks, but I just want any company and interactions I have to be—”

“…on your terms.”

“Yes. I don’t appreciate being forced to do anything…”

“I realized your prior diagnosis of SPD, by the other team, was inaccurate fairly early on. I want to clarify that yes, you’re puzzling, but you’ve baffled me, in a good way, Caspian. You’re a challenging case because you do possess the hereditary factors and markers to warrant such a study. Your mother being allegedly diagnosed as suffering from depression, and definitely the traumatic events of your life factor into this, too. Yet, you’ve managed to maintain control, at least outwardly. That’s why my diagnosis was challenged, but I stand firm by it. Of course, this is an ongoing observation. It can change.”

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Raised in a small town in Kentucky, Legend Vidal is deeply entrenched in his Southern roots and marinated in tough life experiences. Despite his larger-than-life personality, Legend has fallen from glory due to a life of crime, monetary instability, and demons he has yet to face. Struggling to gain his footing and start anew after his last stint in prison, his survival-mode existence has been interrupted by his long-time best friend, Axel Hendrix—one of the few people not intimidated by Legend’s violent and aggressive persona. Axel demands that he get back on track, and also acknowledge a pact that was made with a mutual mentor from their past who changed their lives forever.

This time, Legend is determined to face his demons head on, and finally SEE THE EVIL… then kill it on sight, at last living up to his name.

But then, in walks the thief of his heart: Desiree Washington, a striking, curvaceous, confident woman who’s had her share of hardships and bumps in the road. As a single mother, she works doubly hard to make ends meet. Deciding to embark upon a new career route, she crosses paths with Legend, and once they set eyes on one another, there is no turning back, notwithstanding their reluctance to get entangled in a relationship.

Despite their reservations, fate always gets its way. Legend discovers love doesn’t always have to hurt, but the road to that realization is fraught with traps.

Chills. Pain. Suspense. Seduction … and so much more.
Turn the page. Your adventure awaits…

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Love Letter to My Readers

Greetings, readers. If this is your second installment of this series, welcome back! I am elated that you’ve selected to purchase this book and embark on another excursion with me. As stated on the product description page, as well as the beginning of this book, this is a three-part series. However, each is a standalone novel, with no cliffhanger, and can be read independently, although they flow better if read together, in chronological order. Regardless of whether you’ve read the first book of the series: “Hear No Evil – The Book of Axel,” you will be able to dive right into this book. Legend is one of his two best friends mentioned in Book 1, but Axel and Legend are two very different men on two very different journeys, chained together by a woman who helped them in their youth—one who loved them so much, she left an indelible impression for life.

Legend and Axel are so close, they consider one another brothers. They have much in common, and that is what ties them together, bonded for life, but their differences have caused conflicts and tense conversations. Each man is an island as far as his personality and way of life are concerned. Not all differences create a clash. For instance, Legend has a different ethnic makeup than Axel. Legend is often mistaken as White, though ethnically, he has a White American mother whose roots go back to England and Poland, and his father is a Puerto Rican man, who looks more Caucasian than Hispanic. This book would be classified as a romance with plentiful suspense and drama, so keeping that in mind. I don’t want to delve too deeply into the difference between race and ethnicity, but for reference, Puerto Rican is not a race. Additionally, there is also a misconception that the majority of Puerto Ricans have African blood. While many do, many do not.

There is also a controversial occurrence taking place in which Black ‘appearing’ Puerto Ricans are marking themselves as ‘White’ on the US Census, causing outrage and debate in the PR and African/African American communities, and beyond. This is a complex issue with no easy solution. On the one hand, it is simplified by saying a Puerto Rican is anyone born on the island of Puerto Rico. While that is technically true, it negates the various hues, subcultures, and even historical facts that resulted in this ‘melting pot’ of various groups inhabiting the island. I say all of that to say that Puerto Ricans, much like African Americans, can physically look many different ways as far as skin complexion, eye color, and hair texture. This is due to a number of reasons, some of which people are still debating about to this day.

Legend happens to “look White”, but in fact embraces the trace amounts of African DNA he suspects he has. His hair, for example, has a natural wave pattern to it and his beard, when he allows it to grow out, is wavy, slightly coarse, jet black and thick, like his father’s. These details typically wouldn’t be that important, but in this case, they matter in the story, for Legend’s mixed heritage, and growing up around a majority of White people in the South, has at times proven challenging in his youth and has affected him deeply. Axel and Legend also are different in their temperaments, and where they are in life. Regardless, the brotherhood is strong, even after multiple fallouts, arguments, and physical brawls.

From outward appearances, Legend is by far the less relaxed of the two. Axel has had to kill typically as a matter of survival, yet Legend has killed for a myriad of reasons and survival wasn’t always at the top of the list.

Legend is at times unapproachable, offensive, overly candid, inappropriate, staunchly self-aware … yet uncaring about how he appears to others regardless. He doesn’t shy away from his violent tendencies if he feels provoked in any way. He has a hard sense of right and wrong, and harbors a lot of resentment and grudges, at times justified. All of this has affected his life in a negative way.

Legend has been holding onto the past, and this has consumed him, turning his heart into a burning mess that sets everything ablaze in his wake. He’s suffered a few bad breaks in life, and trusts very few as a result. He doesn’t want to connect with others on a deeper level, for that requires one to be vulnerable—a compromise too costly for him to make.

Once secrets are revealed, we can never undo the exposure. Ever heard of the saying, ‘Thou protest too much?’ Well, that certainly applies to Legend. The very thing he says he doesn’t want, he actually does, but he is too afraid to admit it…

Desiree Washington is used to bad men, bad women, and bad circumstances. However, she refuses to fall into a hole of self-pity, and wallow in her misfortunes. She has a daughter to raise, and she wants her child to know that with hard work and determination, just about anything is possible.

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