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That’s right. Our mysterious bad boy, Hawk from Titan’s Club gets his spicy passionate story.
He’s savage. Damaged. Obsessed with her…the only woman who doesn’t recoil from him.
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Here’s a teaser from SECRET OBSESSION just for you.
Saturday mornings were usually for sleeping in, curled next to some chick I picked up at a bar, and railed until we both passed out…fully satiated on the carnal pleasure of a no strings attached fuck with a random stranger.
But this morning was different.
I yawned as I shuffled across the parking lot, groggy from my sleepless night but at least I taught that prick a lesson he’d never forget. Even if it took half the night to track him down and the other half to deliver my personal brand of justice.
That was the last time Bob would skim money off the top. Actually, it was probably the first time too. But I never let anyone get away with screwing me over, no matter how minor the wrongdoing. I had a reputation to uphold.
My knuckles were still sore from the number of times my fist made contact with his ugly face. I shook off the pain and entered the animal shelter. Rest would come later once I got back to my condo in Manhattan. But at this moment, I needed to do my volunteer shift.
My sanity depended on it.
Or maybe it was my humanity.
In the shelter, a chorus of happy yips from nearly twenty dogs drowned out my words. It was almost deafening, but I didn’t mind because the welcoming barks surrounded me like a hug and chased away the stresses of the last few days.
This was my happy place.
And the best part. No human in sight. “Hi, bubbas. Uncle Hawk is here.”
A scraping sound from the end of the kennel caught my attention. Probably Rambo clawing at the cage so he could get to me. He was always so goofy. I couldn’t wait to take him outside and play wrestle. Poor pup has been here for over two months. I wished I could’ve taken him home. But he deserved better. “Comin’, Rambo. Hang on, buddy.” There was a cheery hitch to my tone that was so unlike me.
As I approached the last cage, my stomach sank. An empty cage.
No Rambo.
I’d never see his goofy grin again? My good mood disappeared, and I was kicking myself for not adopting him when I had the chance. But every rescue needed a home, and I couldn’t take them all. It was the excuse I had given myself. But now that he was gone…
No. It was best if some regular family took him in. He’d be happier with some guy taking him for a stroll in the park every morning and a couple of teenagers to wrestle with in the evening.
I had nothing good to offer a dog. Instead, it would be a sprint through the city, constantly looking over our shoulders, the peril of an ambush at every corner. Instead of playtime with someone’s kids, it would be defense lessons from my crew. Rambo was too gentle a soul to be turned into an attack dog.
So why was I still staring at his empty cage?
I was usually thrilled about each adoption, even when I had grown attached to them. Every dog deserved a good home. So why did I suddenly feel like I had lost a friend? It was crazy, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his stupid, crooked grin.
Should I find the new owners and make them an offer?
I quickly shook that thought from my mind.
Don’t be a jerk, Hawk. Let him have a normal life with a normal family.
The clawing sound continued, followed by a metallic clang. In the next kennel, Fido pawed at his empty food and water bowls. Water seeped from his cage into the aisle. I took a mental note to get a mop later and clean it up.
“Are you hungry, buddy? I’ll get you your food.”
“No, he’s not,” said an amused voice from the other end of the kennel.
My body tensed. I hadn’t heard anyone come in. No one had ever snuck up on me like that. I shouldn’t have let my guard down.
Walking up the aisle must be this Lila chick I had heard about. “He’s already eaten. He’s just being a temperamental pig.”
