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INFLICT by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: April 3, 2017
Genres: Adult, Erotic, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime

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SYNOPSIS:

As the son of an Irish mobster, Connor O’Neil spent his boyhood hiding from the horrors of his own home. His one reprieve was a girl he knew only as Evelyn, but even she was taken away. As a man, Connor is determined to stay away from his father’s business. With Sean, participation is not a request, but a demand. The truth is, Connor might be more like the evil he’s trying to hide away from than he would like to admit.

And he’s already spent years trying to cover the scars left over from the pain.

A chance encounter puts the lost girl from his past back on his path, and he no longer has a choice but to face the darkness he’s been ignoring for years.

Evelyn. Sasha. Slave.

She doesn’t really know who she is anymore.

Or maybe she does, and she doesn’t want to tell.

She isn’t the same as she once was—now a thing to be kept and maintained, shuffled from owner to owner until it was her time to go. She only became Connor’s because he took her when he knew she wasn’t his to take.

Except she isn’t Connor’s at all …

And he can’t keep her hidden forever.

~Inflict is a Standalone Romance with graphic depictions of violence, sexual scenes, dark elements and a HEA. It is not recommended for those under the age of 18.

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EXCERPT:

“You must think I’m stupid,” she whispered.

No, he certainly did not.

She was well spoken. She had a mind of her own and a questioning stare that told him there was a hell of a lot hidden beneath her exterior. He was not going to underestimate her in anything.

“I don’t,” Connor said.

“Then answer my question. You’re a man, so what do you want from me? They always want something; from the very start, each one has wanted something. I’ve filled a void, been used to enjoy, and even to be taught. I’ve been treated like a plaything to some, and like a sweetheart to others. What is your move?”

Connor damn near choked on his next question trying to get it out, “And how many has there been?”

She didn’t even think about it. “Seven, over the years.”

“All Russian?”

“The first one was not; he had a wife who liked me, and had three boys of her own, but no girls. He was just there to keep me, until I was passed on again. I was eleven when the wife left—I was passed on the next day.”

“What then?”

That spark of fire was back in her eyes. “What do you think?”

“I think you’ve misunderstood my intentions,” Connor murmured.

Evelyn tipped her head to the side, and her gaze dropped to his groin again. “Did I also misunderstand being in your bed, what you were doing in the shower, or the sounds you made at the end?”

Cac.

She had spied on him.

“I have to call that friend,” Connor said, refusing to indulge her further. “You should find something to wear that covers you.”

“I don’t think you mind.”

I don’t, but I won’t be held accountable for reacting in an unpleasant way to an arsehole move from my guest.”

Evelyn’s lips curved into a sly, sensual smile.

It was shocking.

Beautiful, but shocking.

Men may have used her for what they wanted, but he fully believed there was a part of Evelyn that was more dangerous than she let on.

“That’s a new one.”

Connor’s jaw clenched. “What is?”

“Jealousy. I’ve never had one that was jealous before.”

Perfect. Just feckin’ grand.

“I’m not … one—an owner, whatever—of those,” Connor said, more irritated than before. “You will do well to figure that out and fast, Evelyn. You will do well to stop trying to figure out what game you need to play to please me; you’re not here for that.”

“Then why am I here?”

Honesty was the best policy …

“I don’t know yet.”

He finished getting dressed, and the whole time, Evelyn never left him in private. As he passed her by to make that phone call and get something to eat for breakfast, her soft voice stopped him again.

“But why don’t you touch me?” she asked. “Even those who were not terrible, still wanted that from me.”

Connor looked down at her, and found she was watching him, curious and unashamed. “I told you why, love. It’s not for me to take, and if you want that, then you can ask for it.”

“I don’t understand, and I’m not sure what to do or how to act for you, if you want nothing from me. I’m not sure who to be here.”

“That’s a sad idea, isn’t it? That you have to be something at all, and not just a person, a woman.”

Her gaze dropped. “I don’t know anything different.”

 

ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS

 

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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The Arrangement by Bethany Kris
Genre: Erotic, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense
When a Cosa Nostra girl and a Bratva boy meet…
 
 

 

Nothing will stop the Bratva mob boss from taking back what’s his, and once he has her, he’ll do anything to keep her…
Viviana “Vine” Carducci’s and Anton Avdonin’s marriage was decided more than two decades ago. The deal between leading mafia families has more on the line than anyone knew, even if the Bratva and Cosa Nostra shouldn’t mix. When Vine’s family is murdered and she’s left with nothing more than her grief to survive the mob world alone, she believes the arrangement won’t see the light of day.
Anton can’t allow the one woman he was supposed to love get away. At the possibility of her death, he steps in to save her with guns blazing, knowing exactly what it might cost him: everything. But it’s been nearly a decade since their last meeting, and he can’t help but wonder if the woman he took back is the same girl he fell for all those years before.
Protected and loved, Vine is unable to forget their shared moments a lifetime ago, or the future she knows they’re owed. When an old flame of Anton’s shows up to rip the veil off the carefully constructed secrets he’d been hiding, she learns that nothing about her life is as it seems. But, that’s nothing compared to the bomb about to blow. Can Vine see beyond the pain and blood to take what she always wanted? And just how far will the mob prince go to keep her safe?

 

“Why all the safety precautions if you’re expecting me to
live openly here?” she asked. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?”
Anton cocked a brow. “I’m hoping your uncle will be a lot
less brazen if I’m not keeping you hidden.” He still hadn’t let go of her
sides, those teasing thumbs of his rolling gently against the undersides of her
breasts in tender motions. “Deny that you want this, too, Vine. You’ve always
wanted me. You want this life because you were meant for it, and I have waited
more than long enough to get you here living it with me.”
“You’re not giving me a choice. I’ve spent the last three
years thinking that this arrangement was over, and then you come in with guns
blazing and a house on lockdown, Anton. That’s … It’s not fair. You signed my
death warrant doing this.”
Immediately, his hands left her skin. She wanted them back,
but her pride wouldn’t allow her to admit that fact. “It was already signed.”
“What?”
Placing his hands to his knees, Anton shook his head and muttered,
“He was already getting ready to put out a hit on you. That guard of yours was
probably going to be the one to do it to get his in with the family. I was
hoping to see you back in the states before I approached you myself, but Sonny
didn’t give me the chance.”
No one likes to off a woman, Vine.
She couldn’t help but remember Sam saying that. Would he
have done it?
“You can’t possibly know that for sure.”
The look he gave turned her stomach with fear. “I can and I
do, Vine. There are men in that organization who are less trustworthy than a
snake. Even their eyes and ears can be bought. I stepped in now
because I needed to, not because I thought you were ready, or that you wanted
me to.”
An ache settled in her chest. How was she supposed to trust
him?
“Sonny wouldn’t kill me simply because I wanted to marry
you, Anton. I’m not worth a damn thing to him alive, nothing more than a
nuisance he has to look after.” Frustrated by his lack of expression, her
bitterness rose. “Dead I’m worth even less though, right?”
“Dead you’re worth nothing,” Anton admitted, hurting Viviana
a little more. “That is exactly what your uncle wants to achieve. For secrets
to remain hidden from his family and for his power to remain intact.”
That only left her more disturbed, emotions rolling from one
thing to the next without ever landing on just one feeling. “Our families won’t
merge now, regardless if we’re married or not. So you lied to me earlier when
you said that’s what this was about. A marriage is only going to cause more
issues. I’m worthless to the Bratva; you practically said so yourself.”
“No, you’re worth a great deal, especially if you’re married
to me.”
But, why?
“You’re hiding something from me,” she realized, hurt that
he was lying again, even if it was by omission. Viviana couldn’t decide which
stung worse—that he didn’t trust her, or that he thought she didn’t deserve to
know whatever it was. “What aren’t you saying?”
Anton looked stricken, fingers drumming a quick beat on his
thighs. “I gave them my word. It was supposed to be them explaining this to you
if they desired to—all the reasons and things that happened years ago. It’s not
my story to tell, and I promised. My word is all I’m worth if you consider the
way I live; without it, I have nothing.”
Reaching out, he cupped a hand over her knee and ran it
along the inside of her jittery leg. With his fingers moving so softly against
her inner thigh, he pressed his fingertips close enough to her center to make
Viviana throb with need. Murmuring, he said, “Can’t you try to trust me?
Viviana, you know me … you do.”
She ignored his plea. “Who, Anton?” His fingers pressed
harder at her words, grip tightening when Viviana refused to react to his
motions. What she really wanted was more. So much more of his hands on her
body, but she didn’t dare speak that out loud. “Was it my father, or
Nicoli? Who?”
“I can’t answer that right now.” With that, he stood and
held out a hand for her to take. “Come, I’ll get you back in bed for the
evening. Let you rest and get the last of that sedative out of your system. I
promise you’ll feel better in the morning.”
Too exhausted to argue, her palm met his. Anton’s lips
touched down to Viviana’s fingers in a flutter of movement. She wouldn’t have
noticed the quick kiss had she not felt the heat of his mouth brushing along
her sensitive skin. She might as well have been sixteen and falling for him all
over again.
Viviana couldn’t figure out if she was willing enough to let
him do it. It didn’t help that she wasn’t all too sure if she knew this man
anymore. Was he the same one she wanted all those years ago? Had his feelings
remained the same nearly a decade later … was that even possible? Could someone
want another that much?
What was even more frightening was that with his blue eyes
watching, and his hand connected with hers, waiting, Anton still felt like
hers.
Just like he always had.

Ten Facts about Anton from The Arrangement by Bethany-Kris

People often like an inside look at one of the characters of a novel before they pick it up and read, so, today, I thought I’d share with you ten inside details about my hero in The Arrangement, Anton Avdonin. I hope these little tidbits will give you a look at him from his professional standpoint as well as the faults and expectations he had from being human.

  1. Anton is a Pakhan—or Boss—in the Bratva, also known as the Russian Mafia. He took over the position after his step-grandfather died a couple of years back.
  2. He’s possessive and easily made jealous. What’s his is his, but he’s not a little boy playing the mine game.
  3. He has a couple of tattoos. Tribal vines that go over his shoulders and down his arms. A black, tribal rose on his chest to signify he is a ‘made’ man in the Russian Mafia. A star on each shoulder to signify his position in the mafia as very high ranking. And a single inverted cross between his thumb and forefinger to mark him having preformed a worthy hit for his family.
  4. He’s only been in love the once, but he’s never forgotten the woman who made him feel it.
  5. His middle name is Daniil, named for his father who is currently dying of cancer. Something in which Anton is devastated about.
  6. When he was four, the marriage between him and Viviana Carducci (the daughter of a Cosa Nostra Don) was arranged. It wasn’t until he was eighteen that he finally accepted the marriage and Viviana.
  7. As a boss, he is ruthless and he always demands respect, but he is fair.
  8. With other men, Anton is heavy on the fists if someone disrespects the woman he loves. For Viviana, his hands never hurt her … not unless she wants them to. *winks*
  9. He loves fast cars, bourbon, and guns. Guns are his favorite, though.
  10. Anton was never pushed towards organized crime, but he was groomed for it, he simply drifted there in the end because he was made for it. He is, essentially, a born leader. And he does it incredibly well.

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