Defy (Sinners of Saint 0.5)

She is wrong.

She doesn’t need anybody.

She can conquer the world, in her sensible shoes and knee-length dresses, not giving a damn about what anyone thinks.

I take her hand, kiss her palm and guide it to my raging erection. I’m always hard for this woman. Always.

“You mean the three of us?” I grin into her lips, and she clutches my jeans, a little too hard for my liking.

“You know what I need?” she asks, and for some reason, there’s sweat coating her beautiful forehead. I cock one eyebrow.

“I need you to drive me to the hospital. My water just broke.”

“I knew you were hard for me.” I lick her neck, and she punches my arm. Hard.

“Jaime!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll grab your bag.”

Fifteen hours later, Melody and I welcome our first daughter, Daria Sophia Followhill. My parents are boarding a plane from San Diego to see her. They’re excited. Mel’s parents are coming, too, at the end of the month.

My father still doesn’t know about mom and coach Rowland. I never told him. There was never much point.

He doesn’t love her, and she doesn’t love him.

They have so much money. So many means. And here I am, with a wife and a new baby, still cut-off from their fortune because of the choices I took.

And I’m happy, because I don’t need money. I have my girls, and that’s enough.

It. Is. Everything.





THE END





A list of people who I am forever grateful for and love more than life itself:

Sunny Borek

Kristina Lindsey Karen Dale Harris Ellie McLove Stacey Blake Letitia Hasser Brittany Hale Sabrina Shalalashvilli Becca Zsurkan Avivit Egev

Sher Mason

Sheena Taylor Lin Tahel Cohen Amy Halter

Paige Jennifer Ilor Tsabar

Vanessa Serrano Erika Budd Panfile Galit Hadar Shmariyaho Jessica Meade Kristen Reads Karin Boukzam Ella Fox

Ava Harrison Tanaka Kangara Julia E. Lis Bernadett Lankovitz Kerissa Blake And Tamar Hazan.



I would also like to take this opportunity to thank my Sassy Sparrows group, and to my family, for being thoughtful and understanding. Truly, I couldn’t be more grateful.



To the wonderful bloggers who continue sharing and supporting my work. I cherish you and your amazing contribution to the indie community. And, as always, to you, readers, for taking a chance on me.



Thank you, thank you, thank you (I find my own acknowledgements speech quite underwhelming, but it’s not as bad as Tom Hiddleton’s Golden Globes speech, so there’s that), Love you all, more than you can ever imagine,

L.J.

xoxo





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Blood to Dust



Blood to Dust



Sinners of Saint:



#0.5 – Defy

#1 – Vicious

#2 – Ruckus (coming out Spring 2017)





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MY GRANDMAMA ONCE TOLD ME that love and hate are the same feelings experienced under different circumstances. The passion is the same. The pain is the same. That weird thing that bubbles in your chest? Same. I didn’t believe her until I met Baron Spencer and he became my nightmare.

Then my nightmare became my reality.

I thought I’d escaped him. I was even stupid enough to think he’d forgotten I ever existed.

But when he came back, he hit harder than I ever thought possible.

And just like a domino—I fell.




Ten Years Ago



I’d only been inside the mansion once before, when my family first came to Todos Santos. That was two months ago. That day, I stood rooted in place on the same ironwood flooring that never creaked.

That first time, Mama had elbowed my ribs. “You know this is the toughest floor in the world?”

She failed to mention it belonged to the man with the toughest heart in the world.

I couldn’t for the life of me understand why people with so much money would spend it on such a depressing house. Ten bedrooms. Thirteen bathrooms. An indoor gym and a dramatic staircase. The best amenities money could buy…and except for the tennis court and sixty-five-foot pool, they were all in black.

Black choked out every pleasant feeling you might possibly have as soon as you walked through the big iron-studded doors. The interior designer must’ve been a medieval vampire, judging from the cold, lifeless colors and the giant iron chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. Even the floor was so dark that it looked like I was hovering over an abyss, a fraction of a second from falling into nothingness.

A ten-bedroom house, three people living in it—two of them barely ever there—and the Spencers had decided to house my family in the servants’ apartment near the garage. It was bigger than our clapboard rental in Richmond, Virginia, but until that moment, it had still rubbed me the wrong way.

Not anymore.

Everything about the Spencer mansion was designed to intimidate. Rich and wealthy, yet poor in so many ways. These are not happy people, I thought.

I stared at my shoes—the tattered white Vans I doodled colorful flowers on to hide the fact that they were knock-offs—and swallowed, feeling insignificant even before he had belittled me. Before I even knew him.

“I wonder where he is?” Mama whispered.

As we stood in the hallway, I shivered at the echo that bounced off the bare walls. She wanted to ask if we could get paid two days early because we needed to buy medicine for my younger sister, Rosie.

“I hear something coming from that room.” She pointed to a door on the opposite side of the vaulted foyer. “You go knock. I’ll go back to the kitchen to wait.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Because,” she said, pinning me with a stare that stabbed at my conscience, “Rosie’s sick, and his parents are out of town. You’re his age. He’ll listen to you.”

I did as I was told—not for Mama, for Rosie—without understanding the consequences. The next few minutes cost me my whole senior year and were the reason why I was ripped from my family at the age of eighteen.

Vicious thought I knew his secret.

I didn’t.

He thought I’d found out what he was arguing about in that room that day.

I had no clue.

All I remember was trudging toward the threshold of another dark door, my fist hovering inches from it before I heard the deep rasp of an old man.

“You know the drill, Baron.”

A man. A smoker, probably.

“My sister told me you’re giving her trouble again.” The man slurred his words before raising his voice and slapping his palm against a hard surface. “I’ve had enough of you disrespecting her.”

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