Sinful Longing

“Holy shit. That’s fucking amazing,” Marcus said, and the sullenness vanished. It was replaced by something that looked and sounded like jubilation. Marcus ran a hand through his hair and exhaled like he’d been holding ten thousand breaths. “Tonight? You arrested him tonight?”

Colin straightened, set down the dishtowel, and mouthed who? Anticipation barreled through him as he zeroed in on Marcus.

“Yes. I can talk. I’m at Colin’s house.” Marcus covered the phone and said, “Can John come over?”

“Um. Yeah. Obviously,” he said, then made a rolling gesture with his hands. Hurry up and tell me.

When Marcus hung up, Colin parked his hands on his hips. “What’s going on? Who was arrested?”

“Kenny Nelson.”

Colin punched the air. “Yes. Fuck yes!”

“The cops have him in custody now,” Marcus added, and he’d become the very embodiment of relief. Then his expression shifted once more. “But it’s not over. T.J. Nelson is still at large.”

“They’ll find him, too,” Colin said as excitement consumed him. This was huge. This was a big break, and he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers and sister and grandmother…

Wait.

“Why did John call you? Why is he coming over here?” Colin asked, curiosity taking over. Something didn’t add up. Some piece was missing.

The sullen Marcus briefly resurfaced, but he let go of it in seconds, pushing past it. “I’ve been helping the detective for two weeks now. Helping him with the case.”

“How?”

Marcus squeezed his eyes shut then opened them. “My father.”

Colin tensed all over. “What about him?”

“He was involved.”

His jaw dropped. His blood chilled. “How? How was he involved?”

Marcus swallowed then words rained forth. “There are things I know about my dad. He is a piano teacher. But he’s much more. So are the Royal Sinners. They’re a street gang, but they’re powerful. They have friends in high places. And my dad is one of them. He’s so far inside that hardly anyone knows who he really is, or that he’s starting to lose control of some of his men. Like Kenny and T.J.”

“Your dad works with them?”

“My father is the head of the Royal Sinners.”

THE END

Stay tuned for the final novel in the Sinful Nights series—SINFUL LOVE! Michael Sloan’s love story will take your breath away in the stunning conclusion to the Sloan family saga! SINFUL LOVE releases in March 2016 and can be preordered now!

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After Sinful Love, I have many more books for you! Here’s a sneak peek at other new releases in 2016! Big Rock, Mister Orgasm and The Sapphire Affair!

BIG ROCK



A sexy, dirty standalone novel coming in 2016

It’s not just the motion of the ocean, ladies. It’s definitely the SIZE of the boat too.

And I’ve got both firing on all cylinders. In fact, I have ALL the right assets. Looks, brains, my own money, and a big cock.

You might think I’m an asshole. I sound like one, don’t I? I’m hot as sin, rich as heaven, smart as hell and hung like a horse.

Guess what? You haven’t heard my story before. Sure, I might be a playboy, like the NY gossip rags call me. But I’m the playboy who’s actually a great guy. Which makes me one of a kind.

The only trouble is, my dad needs me to cool it for a bit. With conservative investors in town wanting to buy his flagship Fifth Avenue jewelry store, he needs me not only to zip it up, but to look the part of the committed guy. Fine. I can do this for Dad. After all, I’ve got him to thank for the family jewels. So I ask my best friend and business partner to be my fiancée for the next week. Charlotte’s up for it. She has her own reasons for saying yes to wearing this big rock.

And pretty soon all this playing pretend in public leads to no pretending whatsoever in the bedroom, because she just can’t fake the kind of toe-curling, window-shattering orgasmic cries she makes as I take her to new heights between the sheets.

But I can’t seem to fake that I might be feeling something real for her.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into with this…big rock?

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MISTER ORGASM



Just call me Mr. Orgasm. No, really. I insist.

Orgasms are my specialty. Delivering them. Administering them. Giving them in multiples. Then doing it again for an encore. I’m like the superhero of pleasure.

But before anyone gets all up in a lather about my “manwhore ways,” remember this. You probably didn’t even look at me years ago. You likely didn’t give me the time of day when I was the quiet geek bent over his notebook drawing cartoons about a caped crusader bestowing orgasmic pleasure to womankind.

Now, that I’m creator of the hottest animated TV show in the world — The Adventures of Mr. Orgasm — everything has changed. The women have lined up. The checks roll in. And the life I’m living is gooooooood — looks, talent, and a masterful dong have gotten me far.

There’s only one thing in my way — the woman I took home last night has turned out to be my new boss.

Oops.