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In four months, Kieran has supported everything I’ve wanted to do. Even if that meant completely waiting to have a baby. I made a promise to the ether that day in Ginna’s dad’s basement that I would give Kieran a child. He, in turn, gave me the same control.
I heard it would take a while to get pregnant after a miscarriage, so I let nature decide.
Once Kieran brought me home, toourhome, right where I belonged, we waited until it was safe, and then nature picked up right where we left off.
Kieran’s phone rings. “It’s Balor.” He answers the call and puts it on speaker. “Bale, what’s up? I’m spending the day with Izzy.” He winks and I love that he calls me that now.
“Kier!” The alarm in Balor’s voice sends ice down my spine. “Riordan’s meeting today with Grigori is an ambush. Maxim is planning to kill him. Lachlan called Riordan’s guard, but he didn’t pick up. Lachlan’s racing there now with more men.”
“Stay where you are. Call Ewan. Get extra guards on Ma, Da, and Shea. Everyone is on lockdownright fucking now!” my husband screams into the phone.
My heart pounding wildly, I grip the side of the crib with one hand, the other on my stomach. Word travels fast, guards outside already wield their AR-15s and stand in front of our tall iron gate.
Kieran’s fury is palpable. “Get to the saferoom, Izzy. Take the dog. You know the combination to the gun safe in there. I’m going.” He glares at me expecting an argument.
“Go.” I don’t dare stop him. It’s hisbrother.
Kieran kisses me roughly and when he pulls away, I take a deep breath and say, “Kill those motherfuckers.”
Find out what happens to Riordan inSleeping with the Enemy.
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*Due to material that may be triggering for some readers, the sample below is an abridged/edited version of the heroine’s POV. All trigger and content warnings for Sleeping with the Enemy will appear in the final version.
SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY EXCERPT
Riordan
“Sayit,youIrishscum.” The Russian underboss grips my collar, pinching my windpipe. “On your knees and apologize to Grigori.”
The smell of vodka on his breath can knock me over. Passing out would be a relief. “Nyet,” I say, mocking his accent. “You’re insane if you think I will.”
Torin, my guard, stands down after my hand signal.
Grigori releases me when my wild Irish eyes convince him I’m not getting on my knees. Normally, I would fucking kill anyone for touching me like this, but I came to this meeting with the blood of two dead Russians on my family’s hands.
A feminine chuckle sounds from behind Grigori. Only Bratva bring their whores to high-stakes meetings. If I had a woman, she wouldn’t be rubbing my cock while I’m trying to negotiate with the enemy.
Sucking my cock under the desk? Maybe…
Long, red nails slither over Grigori’s shoulder. He hisses at the stunning woman with ice-blonde hair, wearing a black, leather strapless bustier, and a tight, red suede skirt with a slit so high, if she turns a certain way, I’ll be able to see if she gets her pussy waxed.
“You like my cologne,shlyukha?” Me calling her a slut wipes the smile off her face, but Grigori grips her by the diamond-studded collar I now notice. It sits around her neck with a metal ring in the front.
She’s his pet.
He goes through submissives so often, we no longer pay attention to them.
I fuck a different woman every night in the privacy of my penthouse. I don’t parade them around on a leash.
“Are you going to lick my nut sack andapologizeor not?” Grigori pushes his sub to the floor. “Perhaps you need a lesson on how it is done.”
“I told you,nyet,” I bite out. “I’m here as a courtesy to inform you of how your pakhan’s nephew died.”
Grigori lifts a chunky watch on his wrist, looking bored about that. “And what time did you tell that lunatic brother of yours to come banging down my door?”
“That’s for me to know.” I eyehisenforcer, Maksim, who lingers in the back of the room.
