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300 pages, ebook
First published February 8, 2016
Lachlan Crow is only loyal to one thing, and that is his syndicate.
I’m the daughter of Jack Wilder. A third generation Irish-American with champion’s blood running through my veins. I was raised on the streets of Southie, and I’m not afraid of anyone.
You live for the syndicate, you die for the syndicate.
I’m the daughter of Jack Wilder. A third generation Irish-American with champion’s blood running through my veins. I was raised on the streets of Southie, and I’m not afraid of anyone. I’ll take on every single one of those motherfuckers and I’ll do it with a smile on my face.
Jaysus, woman,” he sighs. “Ye clean up your fecking mouth before I do it for you. You want to work for me ye better start acting like a lady.”
“I am a goddamn lady.” I grin.
The sound of his pleasure and depravity jump starts my heart and explodes into my bloodstream. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Whatever it is, it’s ricocheting through my body, possessing me like a demon. My hands draw him closer, and the next thing I know, I’m kissing him back. Hard.
You can't change a leopard's spots. Broken people can only fix themselves.
"How much time do we have before we go?" I ask.
Lachlan pulls me over to the bed and starts to undress. "When it comes to you, Mack, I've always got time."
"Ye're a deadly wee thing, aren't ye butterfly?"
“That isn’t going to save me though. He has a fight advantage, but they all do. I have the advantage of thinking with my brain and not a cock. Already it’s obvious that my shorts and sports bra are distracting him. Regardless of the fact that I just punched him in the face, he still sees me as a pair of tits and an ass. Go figure.”
I might be a girl, but that means jack shit in my family. We’re Irish. This shit is in our DNA. We love to fight. We love to brawl.Let's hit on the stereotypes!
I have the advantage of thinking with my brain and not a cock. Already it’s obvious that my shorts and sports bra are distracting him. Regardless of the fact that I just punched him in the face, he still sees me as a pair of tits and an ass. Go figure.Okay, let me figure it out...or not.
“Oh, puh-lease. Everybody in Boston knows the notorious Crows. This little club you’re running is a hot bed of criminal activity. For the… what’s it called?” I tap my finger against my lips. “Oh yeah, that’s right… the MacKenna Syndicate."He's a killer, mind you. And she just barges in, says this and gets away with it. Okay!
“Most of the chicks you bang probably don’t have two brain cells to rub together.”This girl needs to have a look in the mirror.
I don’t like seeing his pain. I don’t like seeing anyone’s pain. Most people don’t know that about me. I pretend shit doesn’t bother me, but it does. Right now, seeing him like this, it fucking bothers me.
When Lachlan goes back to eating, I stick my tongue out at him and grin. I always get what I want.
My loyalty got me into this mess, and I wish I could just tell him that. But I can’t. Instead, I’m going to make it up to him. I’m going to offer myself up to him on a silver platter. Something I swore I would never do.
I hate him. I hate him for making me feel this way. So confused. So off balance. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I reach down and stroke his hair anyway. Fuck. I’ve never felt so conflicted. All of my frustrations, my confusion, my arousal… they combine to form an atomic bomb inside of me. And when it goes off, I scream out his name.
They all know I’m a fool. I don’t care.
"I wanted none of this. But I've no choice now."
Mackenzie is a survivor who has made a life for herself despite her upbringing and difficult circumstances. When her best friend disappears, she will stop at nothing to find her and bring her home. When the police give up their search, Mack takes it upon herself to infiltrate the Irish Mob and invade the ranks of Lachlan Crow and his band of brothers. Although the stakes are high for Mack to succeed, it doesn't take her long to find herself in Lachlan's care and in his bed. Lachlan is quite taken with Mack and they quickly forge a passionate connection that blooms into so much more. Is Lachlan willing to sacrifice it all to be with Mack and what will happen when he discovers the truth? The connection between Lachlan and Mack is intense and thoroughly explored. As the suspense continues to build, the tension is great between these characters to survive.
"I'm a slave to this man. The power he holds over me is ridiculous."Told in dual POV, Crow is the first book in the Boston Underworld Series. Full of action, suspense, and smoking hot sex, this contemporary romance will keep you on the edge of your seat the entire read. There were certainly moments where the plot stretched and pulled beyond the realm of possibility and yet, who wouldn't want to escape into the underworld with some hot Irish mobsters?
“So are you keeping me around because you want to, or because you have to?”
“I want to”
“Why?”
“Ye’re trouble. A wild card, Mack. But maybe I like having ye here.”
“Family, loyalty, honor, and blood. Tis the only thing that’s true.”
“How about this one?” he asks. “Did this bloke think he could touch Lachlan Crow’s woman?"
[. . .] Another gunshot, and his body falls to the floor. Lach moves to the next one.
“Nobody else gets this,” he whispers threateningly. “You gave it to me, Mack. It’s mine. Do ye understand that?” He jerks on my hair and I grunt.
“Fuck you, asshole.”
“Yeah, fuck me,” he echoes. “You’ll be in my bed every night, sweetheart. Riding my cock, taking my come. This body is mine now. Am I making myself clear enough?”
“A goddamn virgin,” he mutters. “Tell me how that’s possible, Mack.”
I shrug and tear my eyes away. “Never found anyone I wanted to give it to.”
Lachlan grabs my face and turns my attention back to him, his voice soft when he speaks. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says earnestly. “For giving it to me.”
That's my husband you guys ✨🥺
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“It’s already done,” Ronan says. “I want ye to know what he’s giving up for ye. The things he continues to give up. Ye hurt him once. I won’t stand for ye to do it again.”
I glance at Ronan, and something passes between them. I’m getting the gist that Ronan doesn’t like to be touched. These two are oddly protective of each other, but unsurprisingly very tight lipped about it.
My best mate can off a man six different ways with his bare hands, so long as it isn’t me.
She feels like she’s mine already, and I can’t have that.
I reach out and grab it while they scuffle, and then stand up on shaky legs, pointing at the guy with the black eyes.
“Jaysus!” Lachlan yells up at me.
“Don’t fecking fire that off now. Ye’re liable to finish me off.”
“Then get the fuck outta’ the way!” I scream.
“You think ye can just walk away from me?” he asks. “Ye came and planted your arse right on my cock in the middle of the club, if I’m not mistaken. And then demanded, while my fingers were deep inside ye I might add, that I not fuck around with Mandy. Even if ye hadn’t seen what ye did last night, you were never walking away from me after that, sweetheart. Don’t mistake those words for empty threats.”
When she told me that her new foster dad was molesting her, I promptly went over there and smashed his nuts in with a baseball bat.
For my two song set, I’ve chosen Closer by Nine Inch Nails followed up with Manson’s Heart Shaped Glasses. Lachlan might have only given me two songs, but he didn’t say anything about the length of music.
at least she has good taste in music? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“You tell me if he gives ye any trouble, Mack,” he says.
“Aw.” I flutter my eyelashes at him. “Are you going to defend my honor?”
He walks up and pulls me into his arms, his expression dead serious. “Always, sweetheart.”
“Tell me that ye’re mad about me,” he says. “And you’d do anything for me.”
“I’m mad about you,” I repeat between kisses. “And I would, without a doubt, do anything for you."
“And ye’re mine, now and for always.”
“I’m yours, now and for always,” I echo. “For as long as we have together.”