𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 (𝑶’𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 #5)
❤︎ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ Kɪɴᴅʟᴇ Uɴʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ❤︎
💰🤑𝐎ɴ 𝐬ᴀʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ 𝟗𝟗¢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴏɴ Kɪɴᴅʟᴇ Uɴʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ!🤑💰
⭐️AWESOME FIVE STAR REVIEWS FOR DAMAGE:⭐️
“First let me say, the first 4 books in the series were foreplay for these two characters! Seriously though….I was totally expecting someone to get stabbed or shot when Damage was initially posted as Derry’s bodyguard! Sooooo the book we have all been waiting for since Damage let his a-hole flag fly at his and Derry’s first meeting! And it did not disappoint.” ~FIVE STARS, Goodreads Reviewer
“The cherry on the top of this final book in the series is that it isn't only about Damage and Derry, it's about everybody. It will tie all the Krasnov and O'Sullivan families together in what can only be explained as one big family of love, with all their kids, even the adopted ones, and pets in tow. It was one hell of an ending all wrapped up in a beautiful bow.” ~FIVE STARS, Hines and Bigham’s Literary Tryst
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑣 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑣𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑂’𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎—𝑎 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒—𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦, ℎ𝑜𝑡, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.
𝐋𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐀-𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬.
I exist in the shadows so no one will ever really see me. Less chance of feeling, being, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔. Because I never will.
Then 𝑠ℎ𝑒 turned up. She sees me, she sees right through me. Tugs my festering rage right to the surface and makes my black heart bleed. Now there’s no escape from the hate at all, not when I’m forced to be her friggin’ babysitting bodyguard on the daily.
I exist in a half-life because my body isn’t fully mine. I’m the paralyzed one. The cripple. I let in small bursts of sunshine just to get through the day, and no one knows my true dark pain.
Then I met ℎ𝑖𝑚. And he stares straight through me. My very worst impulses come out to play because he taps right into the weakness at my core. I can’t even run from him, I can’t even run 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙.
One apocalyptic blizzard during one terrifying night shakes us up with startling gunfire and . . . stolen kisses. We can’t keep hiding our shame, guilt, blame, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒. But none of that really matters when the O’Sullivan mafia staggers from a blow so unexpected, everyone will stumble from the force of it.
The past is only the past until it’s not.
The 𝑶'𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 is available on 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤
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FUCK. I DEFINITELY SHOULD not be doing this.
One second, Derry and I’d been gearing up for another rip-roarer ’cause she was such a stubborn ballbuster and I was a moody sumbitch and neither one of us wanted to give a single fuckin’ inch.
Then a switch just flipped.
And goddammit. There wasn’t a single friggin’ inch between us now.
I should never have stripped Derry naked.
Shouldn’t have let her goad me into shucking my own clothes too.
And I fucking for sure shouldn’t have put my mouth on her.
I’d had sex. More than I could count or even remember. It was all fast. No fumbling. About the fucking and nothin’ else.
And I couldn’t give a shit about any of those cock-hungry bitches.
It was never loud, not on my part. And it only lasted ’til I spilled my load into a condom.
They got theirs. I got mine. I walked away, zero fucks given about the aftermath, no clingy cuddling allowed.
No names exchanged. No digits given. No repeat performances unless I forgot a face. Possible since I was all about the tits, ass, pussy. Fact.
I was a real fuckin’ charmer.
This wasn’t that.
First of all, I wasn’t gonna screw Derry. Second, I wasn’t in the habit of making out with the chicks I stuck my dick to. Third and worst? I already had Derry’s phone number. I couldn’t just stalk away or kick her to the curb. ’Cause I fucking spent almost every damn day of my life with her.
I was gonna chalk this kissing Derry shit up to the kick of adrenaline. To our insane fighting in the freakin’ middle of a life-or-death situation.
To having my hands all over her, strictly out of necessity, and that was what I’d tell Lucky if it ever came out because he’d probably murder me on the spot.
Wait a minute.
Had Derry had sex before?
And if so, then who the hell with?
With that ugly thought in mind, I renewed my attack on her plump mouth. Almost nutting when she gripped me tighter by the shoulders.
Suddenly this—us with our wet lips sealed together, tongues slippery and sliding back and forth—didn’t feel accidental. At all.
Kissing her hadn’t been something I’d done just to shut her the fuck up either.
I’d wanted to slam my mouth over hers, to see if she tasted as good as she looked all stretched out on this tiny bed with her curvy body lit by the fire.
Hell no. I was stopping this right the fuck now.
Except then Derry moaned. She moaned into my mouth.
In the past, I’d heard every single scornful sound she could possibly make.
But this was sexual.
And my cock was fucking listening as my brain shut down.
A fuckin’ first rate disaster if ever there was one. She had a smoking body and a sharp tongue and she took no shit from anyone. Definitely never from me. But she was taking my tongue and my lips and the slow damn swivels of my hips pretty friggin’ good now.
Her lips . . . slick-swollen. Her mouth . . . inferno hot. Her tongue doing crazy stuff that messed with my head. Both fucking heads. Had she ever given head before?
With that picture soaked into my brain—me being on the receiving end—I groaned.
Into her mouth.
Here's a tiny peek at what's to come:
I’m so damn excited about my next series and I’m totally chomping at the bit to get started. My upcoming books are going to be wicked fun! Mafia, cartels, more crime syndicates . . . oh my. A brand-new twist on the genre you won’t see coming. So stay tuned!