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Series: Shame On You Series by Willow Winters
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)

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I wish I’d known before it got to this point so I could have stopped it. I'd have chosen her above all else... if only I could go back. Even if it meant never getting to kiss her, to love her, to be consumed by the woman she is and the love she gave me.

The only thing I know as truth now is that it’s all my fault and it’s all too late.

Her dark eyes hold obvious pain and misery, so much regret, but more than anything I know she looks back at me, her grip slipping, because she loves me.

She has no idea how much I love her, though.

This can’t be how our story ends.

I’ll burn the world down if that’s what it takes. I’m never letting her go.

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“All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.” - St. Francis Of Assisi

Prologue

Declan

“Be my good girl and get down from there,” I tell her, my voice is even and calm. Our gazes are locked even with the chaos erupting around us. The police scream. In my periphery, they dare to raise their guns at her. Rage and fear like I’ve never known consume me as she stares back at me.

Her wide eyes are glassy and her admission only minutes ago still rings clear in my mind. She was prepared to die before I opened that door. Death was her escape and the same resolution peers back at me. Drowning in sorrow, remorse, and in a pain I knew existed but refused to acknowledge.

“Now, my naïve girl. Get down from there,” my voice lowers as I swallow thickly. My heart races and the pounding in my ears won’t stop. She merely stares back at me, her dark eyes swallowed in sadness as she shivers with the incoming chill.

“I will never forgive you if you hurt yourself. Get down now.”

A gust of wind blows through and I swear she sways just slightly. Her grip tightens on the windowsill, white knuckled, and yet it slips.

“Get down.” I’m firmer as her gaze attempts to drift back to the open window.

She’s only halfway there, a single step away from safety when they grab her. They pounce on her. Their hands on her small body is infuriating and yet, she’s safe.

It takes everything in me not to fucking lose it. My breathing comes in shudders as I watch her being cuffed. She doesn’t struggle, doesn’t say a word, only looks up at me. While on her knees on the dingy carpet, her hair wild from the chilled wind, her face flushed, and doubt written in her expression, she waits for me.

My poor naive girl. What have I done?

“I’ll fix this.” I promise her softly, but I don’t know if she’s heard it over their demanding screams. Chaos surrounds us and I only wish I had the power to end it now. To be somewhere else in some other time where I can be the man she needs right now.

The cuffs around my wrists tighten and whoever the fuck is behind me attempts to pull me toward the door, but my feet are firmly planted.

It didn’t have to be like this. None of it had to get this far.

“You're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, aiding, and abetting.” They rattle off charges as she struggles to stand. Reality hasn’t dawned on her. Not in the least.

She’s still staring back at me, needing assurance. Needing help.

Why the fuck did I let it get this far? She’s too good for this world.

Words tear up my throat, but as the two men behind me tug and shove me toward the door, their firm grasp on my shoulders, their attempts are too violent for me to resist any longer, I do what needs to be done. I protect her from them, but also from herself.

“You do not consent to a search and your lawyer is Michael McHale. Don’t say a word beyond his name, Braelynn. Say nothing.” My voice is firm as they pull her up, still in her nightgown and so small surrounded by three men in suits.

“Say it Braelynn; repeat what I just said.” I call out to her as I’m pulled away. As they lead me down the narrow staircase of the shitty motel, I swallow down the words but then I call them out, hoping she can hear them.

“I love you! I’m going to fix this!”

Braelynn

Declan’s words repeat in the forefront of my mind, over and over, as I’m taken to the police station in the back of a cruiser. The smells of fresh coffee and stale fast food can’t distract me from what he just said.

I love you. I’m going to fix this.

Emotions suffocate me to the point where even if I wanted to respond to the officers, I couldn’t physically do it. I’ve spiraled, I’ve hit the hardest low I’ve ever felt, and yet…all I can think is that he loves me. Does he really love me? It wouldn’t make sense for him to say it for any other reason…would it?

With my hands trembling in my lap, I hold them tighter and my body sways in the back of the car as we roll over a speed bump. My mind fills with memories of Declan. I can’t stop thinking of his mouth on mine, his eyes, or his voice. I don’t know how I’ll survive with the thoughts that swim my head, much less how we’ll get through this.

My gaze shifts to the front seat. To eyes that stare back at me. One of the cops is short and stocky, the other a thin woman with tired lines around her eyes. As time drones on, they talk shortly to each other. Neither of them says anything to me.

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I’ll Kiss You Twice (Shame On You #2) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters http://www.wownovels.com/ill-kiss-you-twice-shame-on-you-2-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Fri, 18 Nov 2022 16:25:18 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/ill-kiss-you-twice-shame-on-you-2-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Authors: W. Winters, Willow Winters Series: Shame On You Series by W. Winters
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)

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From USA Today and Wall Street Journal best-selling romance author, W Winters, comes a provocative tale of a club designed for wealthy sinners. It’s a story crafted for those of us who crave the villain.

Declan Cross is powerful, brooding and his dark eyes speak of damage that my soul begs to unravel. I’ve always been drawn to men who are rough around the edges, the bad guys so to speak… but he’s a kind of brutal that scares me. So I promised myself I’d stay away. I swore up and down, I would never give in to the fantasies that haunt me at night.   

One night changed everything. He knows I witnessed everything that happened. There are no deals or negotiations with men like him.  

He made it known in no uncertain terms what he desired most… I saw something I shouldn’t have. And now I’m his.

I'll Kiss You Twice is book two in the Shame on You Series. Tease Me Once must be read first.

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PROLOGUE

Declan

My oldest brother told me once there was a moment when he realized he’d ruined it all. Not just for himself, but for everyone he loved. Carter said it was like time had slowed down, yet it played before his eyes too fast to stop it just the same. He saw everything that would happen — the devastation, the pain, the brutality that lay ahead. And it was all too late. He’d damned us all leading us down a path with no return.

Whiskey slurred his words that night as he leaned against the stained glass window of the church. I vaguely remember carefully taking the nearly empty bottle from him and wishing Jase would drive faster so I wouldn’t have to be alone with my oldest brother. He was drunk and nearly belligerent until he spiraled, and that night was hell incarnate for us. The blood that drenched his clothes substantiated that claim. I was only seventeen at the time. Half terrified of what had happened, but more afraid of what my brother would do next.

I remember thinking, never in my life would I allow myself to get to that point. A decade would prove me wrong.

With the motel room’s sole small window wide open and the only woman I’ve ever wanted staring back at me, that moment Carter described comes back to me with a lifetime of pain and realization.

Braelynn is crouched in the windowsill, looking small and weak, in a nightgown far too thin for the cold evening air. The red, white, and blue lights from the streets several floors down below flash across her face. Only moments ago, I held her in the bed that now stands between us. I was going to make things right, but it’s far too late. I didn’t see this coming. With everything that happened, I could have never imagined this. All I want is to take it all back.

Braelynn’s deep brown eyes are reddened, her cheeks tearstained, and the breeze blows wisps of her curly dark hair around her shoulders … all I can think is at least Carter knew the hell that waited for us. He knew the moment he’d gone too far. I didn’t.

The only thing I know as truth now is that everything’s my fault and it’s all too late.

Pleas for her to not jump ring out through the air as the metal cuffs dig into my wrists, pinned behind my back. Two men grab me to keep me from running to her, one with the barrel of a gun pressed to the temple of my head as the scream tears up my throat. Pain and adrenaline are nothing when she looks at me like that. Like she’s saying goodbye.

She trembles on the ledge and I can’t do a damn thing but shout for her to stop. With the police surrounding us in the cramped room and the ending to our story so close, I know she loves me. Her dark eyes hold obvious pain and misery, coupled with so much regret, but more than anything I know she looks back at me, her grip slipping, because she loves me.

She has no idea how much I love her, though.

Or how much this moment kills a part of me I thought was dead until she came back into my life. Something I thought was snuffed out long ago.

Her lips barely move as she whispers to me and a gunshot blasts through the moment.

“Braelynn, no!”

DECLAN

THREE WEEKS PRIOR

Everything feels colder the moment the doors close at the far end of the hall. They shut with a gentle thud and lock with a soft click, ending my sight of her limp body being carried away. The next steps are simple enough. It’s been done a hundred times or more. It’s what has to happen. She’ll be tortured until the information we seek is provided and verified. And then she’ll be dealt with and disposed of. I swallow thickly at the thought.

Her screaming my name in fear is engraved on my heart. Even now in the silence I can still hear it. Dread flows like a fog through me. There have been countless times when I’ve watched men and women alike struggle against their inevitable fate for daring to go against my brothers and me.

Braelynn, though … the betrayal runs deep in my veins and chills me to my core.

I can’t fucking believe she did it.

“Don’t leave her side.” I’m only aware I’ve murmured the command when Nate looks back at me with a questioning look in his eye.

“Boss?” he asks for clarification.

Turning away from the hall they dragged her down, I straighten my shoulders and make damn sure he hears me. “I want to hear her confess.”

At the last word, something breaks inside of me. Some childlike hope that Braelynn truly wanted me is irrevocably damaged. She didn’t have to love me. She didn’t have to care for me in any way. I know that’s an impossible task given the man I am. But I thought she craved my touch for the sake of it. I would have happily swallowed a lie if it meant never being confronted with this. She could have wanted me solely for what I can give her—the protection I could have offered her, my wealth—and I would have gladly made a deal with the devil to keep her.

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Tease Me Once (Shame On You #1) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters http://www.wownovels.com/tease-me-once-shame-on-you-1-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Tue, 26 Oct 2021 21:57:43 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/tease-me-once-shame-on-you-1-read-online-w-winters-willow-winters Genre: Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Authors: W. Winters, Willow Winters Series: Shame On You Series by W. Winters
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Tease Me Once (Shame On You #1)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	W. Winters, Willow Winters
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B08LXG459N
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From USA Today and Wall Street Journal best-selling romance author, W Winters, comes a provocative tale of a club designed for wealthy sinners. It’s a story crafted for those of us who crave the villain.   Not everyone knows about The Club, which is by design. The main floor entertains the elite. There are dim lights, stolen touches and the liquor flows to ensure the guests get exactly what they want. There are high profile clients, cuffs and collars, contracts and secrets in every corner.   But it’s what lies beneath these floors, down the spiral staircase, that intrigues me the most.   There’s a man who stays in the corner of the darkest rooms. In this world of sinful tastes, he is the ruler, the devil, the boss. Declan Cross. I knew him once when times were different and the years have changed everything. He makes me an offer, one that speaks to the very soul of my desire. One I can’t say no to and one that changes everything.     Tease Me Once is the beginning of a series. Prepare for everything seductive and beautifully dark.
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Declan

Prequel

“I said, get on your knees.” My repeated command is murmured in a voice as soft as the dim light in the room. The dark wooden bench beneath her lets out a creak as her trembling limbs move ever so slightly.

She’s still shaking from the last of her orgasm, but it isn’t enough. There is no amount of pleasure I could give her at this moment that would steal the thoughts from her pretty little head.

At least that’s what she told me; that’s what earned her this punishment.

“You pushed me, Braelynn. What did you think would happen?” The question comes with the leather paddle moving from my right hand to my left. As the light shines down on her, her bare skin is highlighted. With my hand splayed on her stomach, I move her myself, but she’s weak.

The sleepless nights of worry and all the ways this is going to end have destroyed the woman I know.

The curious woman who wanted to play with fire no longer looks back at me with the desire she once had. She’s broken and burned. And it’s all my fault.

Her back rises and falls with each deep breath she takes, her belly pressed against the bench and her fingers gripping the wood beneath her. Is she purposely disobeying? Or is she so lost now that it doesn’t matter what I say … maybe she’s given up.

I haven’t prayed in what feels like an eternity, but if God ever listened, if he ever cared, I pray she isn’t so destroyed that I mean nothing to her anymore.

“On your knees, my little pet.” My words are spoken with a softness that draws her doe eyes to mine. Tears fall from the outer corners of her eyes. Trailing the paddle up the curve of her ass and then higher, her thick lashes lower as she shudders.

Fuck. My pulse races and I swallow thickly from the sight of her.

She doesn’t cry from the pain. It’s because she can’t escape. She saw something she shouldn’t have, and the terror has never been more evident than it is tonight.

She’s slow to move, and just when I think she’ll obey, she’ll give me control, she’ll let it all go and forget about the harsh reality, submitting to the pleasure I can give her, her shoulders hunch over and she buries her face between her forearms on the bench.

The leather paddle clatters to the floor at the same time a sob hits her, ruling this woman in a way I should be. Her cries take over, and the apology she utters is strangled as she covers her face.

Fuck. Not my Braelynn.

Fuck!

With one arm slipping around her waist and the other cradling her reddened ass, I lift her to my bare chest, needing the skin-to-skin contact, heat to heat. My bare feet pad quietly on the floor as I kiss her hair and move us both to the antique canopy bed. The one she picked out. Like everything else in this room, it’s for her. It’s all for her.

The mattress protests as I lay her down gently, careful with my motions as her ass rests against the sheet. Even that gentle graze causes her to wince, but it’s hardly noticeable. All I can see is a woman desperate to stop. For it all to end and for what happened to disappear.

That’s not the way my world works. And I selfishly dragged her into this.

Reaching up, she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling herself closer to me even though I know damn well pressing against the bed like that is only exacerbating the pain she’s feeling.

Again, I remind myself, it’s not the physical pain that’s done this. It’s the threat of what’s to come.

With her breasts squeezed against my chest, her small frame pulled together tightly as she attempts to nestle every bit of her she can against me, I do what I can to calm her.

Shushing her, kissing her hair, rubbing soothing circles on her back. I hold her as close as she needs. As she settles, her body relaxes slightly, but she never stops clinging to me.

“I will protect you.” My promise to her is whispered at the shell of her ear and she stills. My little pet looks up at me and I’ve never felt so cold in my life. Helpless, alone. I’ve never felt like a failure and less of a man than I do when she doubts me like she does.

She doesn’t believe I can protect her. I can barely breathe as the realization takes hold.

“They’re your family,” she whispers. Her gaze says it all: she thinks if they want her gone, I will choose them over her. She’s wrong.

Chills travel up my spine and I rip my gaze away from hers, hating the sight of her uncertainty in me. The only thing that moves in this damn room is the fan, the blades turning over and over as everything else darkens and blurs. Never stopping. None of it ever stops.

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Tease Me Once (Shame On You #1)

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W. Winters, Willow Winters

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B08LXG459N

To Be Claimed Series by W. Winters

W. Winters, Willow Winters