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Fate brought us together, but the sins of my past threaten to rip us apart.

In a city ruled by corruption and powerful men, only the ruthless survive. And that’s just what I am. Like father, like son. The life I lead is riddled with black tie affairs and dark secrets.

A simple mistake destroyed a woman I knew nothing about. She was only a name and a beautiful face in a photograph. Her picture-perfect life was shattered, but I didn’t give a damn.

Or at least I thought I didn’t care, until she stumbled into me.
One look and I was tempted.
One taste and I was hooked.

It wasn’t supposed to turn into this. She’s a good girl from the upper east side, innocent and naive. She’s ashamed to be moving on so quickly.
Especially with a man like me. Someone who could tarnish her good girl reputation and make the crack in her picture perfect frame splinter even deeper.
We both know this was supposed to be a one time thing. But I want more.

Now she has me wrapped around her little finger, using me to get through her pain. I’m addicted to the soft moans and the way her nails scratch down my back. I’m starting to need her, as much as she needs me.

I’ll protect her from the truth as long as I can. But even if she finds out, I’m not letting her leave me.
She’s mine now.






















Prologue

Mason


Don’t let them see.  
Her words echo in my head as I stalk toward the quiet bedroom.  She whispered them against my lips last night.  The cool air slipped between us as she broke the kiss and slowly opened her eyes in the dark of the night.  
The street light shined down around us on the back porch to her place in the upper east side.  The city life quietly slept so late at night, or early in the morning depending on how you look at it.  Only the sinners were left awake.
Don’t let them see.  She left me with the parting plea and here I am… giving into her wish.
I’ve never crept through anyone’s back door so late at night.  Not once in my life have I had to sneak around like this.
I don’t want to keep doing this shit, but here I am.   What the hell has this woman done to me?  I’m wrapped around her little finger.  
It’s because she’s ashamed.  I know that’s why she doesn’t want people to know we’re together.  Not just a fling, not a rebound fuck.  There’s something more to us now, but she doesn’t want the world to know.  
The floorboards creak under my weight and I hesitate in the doorway, the dim lamp from the hall filling the dark room with a hint of light.  
Sleep is evident on her face, but she stirs beneath the silk sheet until finally sees me.  She lulls her head to the side to look at me, burying her cheek into the pillow, a soft smile playing on her lips.
“I missed you,” her voice is laced with an equal mix of sleep and lust.  
If only she knew the reason I craved her touch.  The reason I was so tempted.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” I tell her in a deep, rough voice as I start unbuttoning my shirt.  A smirk turns the corner of my lips up as her eyes sparkle with humor.  She doesn’t care when I come and go, so long as I lay in her bed at night, or she in mine.
Her doe eyes stare back at me while I slip off the button up and let it pool into a puddle at my feet.  I yank the tight white undershirt over my shoulders and look back to see those lush lips parted.
She likes what she sees.  My muscles ripple as I let the undershirt drop to the floor, the moonlight bathing the room and the two of us in a faint glow.
She may want to keep this a secret, but she fucking wants me and she can’t hide it.  I’ve become addicted to the way she looks at me, like she needs to touch me to stay grounded just as she needs to breathe the air to survive.  I’ve learned to crave the faint sounds of her quickened breath as she waits for me to come to her.   As if she’d die without me.
I’m slow to unbuckle my belt as my eyes roam down her curves.  She’s mine to take.  Mine to touch.  Mine to keep.
If it were up to me, I’d take her ass outside and into the middle of the busy city street to show the world that she belongs to me now.  I don’t want to sneak around anymore and I don’t give a shit who knows.  I’m tired of this bullshit.  
I grip the leather belt tighter as the anger boils in my blood, making it sing in the air as I pull it through the loops and drop it to the floor with a loud clack.  All the while, my gaze is on her gorgeous eyes, and she’s staring back at me with the same desire.
The past is never coming back.  No one will ever know what really happened, not her, not anyone.
“Mason,” she practically whimpers my name and it pulls the beast in me closer to her.  My knee dips into the bed, making it groan with my weight as I crawl over to her.  
Her soft blue eyes pierce through me, cutting through the dark room.  More of the soft light from the city lights slips into the room as the heat kicks on and the curtains sway.  The way the light kisses her skin makes her all the more beautiful.  
She’s laid out for me.  All for me. She fucking needs me.
I crush my lips to hers and dig my fingers into the flesh of her hips as she spreads her thighs for me.  Her soft moans fill the hot air between us.
She’s ashamed to be moving on so quickly.  Especially with a man like me.  I wasn’t made for a woman like her.  I’m someone who could tarnish her good girl reputation and make the crack in her picture perfect frame splinter even deeper. Rough around the edges is putting it lightly, but I have what it takes to keep her.
We both know this was supposed to be a one time thing.  But now, I want more.
She thinks she’s ruined, but she’s fucking perfect.  It’s my sins and my secrets that could destroy us both.  I’ll never let them come to light. Not now that I have something worth fighting for.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I won’t stop until she’s mine.
She needs to get over it and just accept this for what it is.  
She’s fucking mine now.










































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Title: No Holds
Series: Fighter #4
Author: T.C. Matson
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 17, 2017



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Ryker
I lost the championship.
The contract.
My dignity.

I’ve been offered a second chance.
I’m back with vengeance.
Determined and focused.
I’m going to win the championship.

Just when I thought I had it all planned out, she walked into my brother’s anniversary party. She’s beautiful, exquisite, and has a smile that makes me weak. I need to make her mine. Now I’m not only fighting to win the championship, I’m also fighting to win her.

Whitney
My life was on track…until him.
He’s not my type—an adrenaline junkie who enjoys inflicting pain on others for sport. Tall and tattooed with piercing blue eyes, he’s too sexy to resist.
I didn’t see him coming until he was already firmly entrenched in my life.
Suddenly, I’m falling head over heels for a man I realize I can’t breathe without.
We’re in for the fight of our lives.
And we both have everything to lose.







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“Dreaming in Reality…You dream in reality when you pick up a book and get lost in it. In my writing, I strive to take you to a place where reality and fantasy become a blurry line. Everything should be relatable. It could happen…couldn’t it?” ~ TC Matson

TC Matson loves to let her character’s voices be heard. With a head full of stories, she puts her keyboard through a beating daily. With an understanding that love isn’t always instant and full of flowers—her writing mirrors it.

She’s a romance junkie at heart and an avid reader. Add those two together and she will devour books within hours, getting lost in the world the author creates.

Matson resides in the peaceful Piedmont area of NC with her husband and three boys, where staying hopped up on caffeine is the key to her sanity. Chaos is indefinite and a sense of humor is an absolute must.



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Title: The Executioner
Author: Shauna Allen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 11, 2017



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~ Five brothers, one family tragedy, untold heartache. ~
A stray bullet ended my Army career, forcing me to follow in my father’s prison guard footsteps.
My sister’s disappearance ten years ago annihilated my family, forcing each of us to find a way to cope.
But I’ve survived. Adapted.
At least until Genevieve Stone showed up, digging into the truth in the name of journalism and finding her way deep under my skin. I’m determined to do whatever it takes to find my sister, but when the case is blown wide open by the sexy reporter, I’m left with the ultimate question . . . can I trust her?
I’m a soldier, heart and soul.
I don’t do love.
War and death and pain are my church.
My name is Asher Creed.
I am the Executioner.

***Reader note: This is the first of a 6-part emotional family saga series. Each story is 100% male first-person point-of-view, and while each full-length novel is guaranteed to have a complete HEA romance, their family mystery remains unsolved until the end of the series.

***Due to profanity, mild violence and very strong sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. Also, please note the title. The hero is, in fact, an executioner on death row. While there is no intent to make any social or political statements, please do not read if this will be offensive to you.







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“Are you part of the execution team?”
I swallowed, the thought of lying to her heavy in my throat. There was a reason we never divulged who was on the team. The stigma and attacks on our humanity would come from all angles, and in the end, it would change nothing. I am an executioner. It’s a job. Someone has to step up and do it. I was simply one of the few who were willing to swallow the emotional baggage that comes with putting another human being to death. I’m willing because maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally be able to bury the beast in me that snarls and snaps, thrashes and rages, thirsty for vengeance against the unknown monster that took my sister away.
 “You know I can’t talk about that, Genevieve. I’m sorry.”
Her gold-green eyes sparked. “I thought so.”
I frowned, not answering.
“Okay. Let’s try this . . . hypothetically speaking, if someone were a part of the execution team at the prison, would they take part in every execution?”
“Theoretically, barring some certain circumstances, yes. Most likely. The warden has assembled a team he trusts and that rarely changes.”
She nodded and forked up a bite of meat. “How do you think those people feel? About killing another human being?” Her gaze was direct and unwavering.
I set my fork down and thought carefully about my reply. “I think they don’t think about it like that.”
“Does it make you sad?”
A beat passed heavily between us. Two. “No.”
She said nothing, returning to her meal, and I followed suit. Eventually, the cloud that filled the room seemed to dissipate as she digested my answers. “Tell me about your brothers. I’m dying to know about them.”
“Why?”
She shrugged one shoulder and sipped her wine. “I just am. Are they like you? Big and sexy and moody?”
“I’m not moody.”
She laughed. “Not denying the big and sexy, huh?”
I fought the grin that wanted to bust loose and forked my salad. “We’re all big and sexy, I won’t lie.”
“I’m sure. What else?”
I thought of my brothers and our time together yesterday. Even as distant and strained as we’d become, I knew we all still loved each other fiercely. “Well, I’m the oldest. Levi is next. He’s a businessman in Austin, divorced, no kids. Jamison is a SWAT sniper in Dallas, goofy and single. Joshua works as a criminal profiler for the FBI in Virginia. He’s brainy and quiet and single, as far as I know anyway. And the baby is Silas. He’s an up and coming MMA fighter and he lives in Houston.”
“So none of you have girlfriends or wives? Really?”
I shrugged. It sounded weird when you put it that way. “Other than Levi, we’ve all managed to avoid it.”
One brow lifted in challenge. “Avoid it?”
“Yeah.” I scooped up the last of my food.
“Are any of you gay?”
I nearly choked. “No.” I grabbed my water and sipped. “Why would you ask that?”
“Well, no women. Maybe there are men.”
“No. Only careers.” And grief, but I didn’t admit that out loud.
Her foot suddenly found my leg under the table. “I’m glad to hear it.”
I ran a hand under her jeans and up her calf. “Interested in my brothers?”
“No.”
“Glad to hear it.” I caressed down her leg and massaged her instep.
Her eyes fluttered closed as I continued rubbing her foot. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by the need to taste her again. “Are we done here?” My voice was gruff, even to my own ears.
Her eyes slid open and met mine. “I’m not sure.”
“I am.” Keeping our gazes locked, I stood and rounded the table to stand beside her. “Get up.”
Her eyes flared, but she did as she was told. I felt her heated focus on me as I shoved our dinner dishes to the side of the table, making room in front of us. “Sit.” I indicated the spot where her plate had just been.
She only hesitated a moment, the air becoming thick between us. The blood was rushing through my veins like fire and I desperately needed to quench it. My erection strained behind my jeans and it was all I could do to control myself when she looked at me like she was getting off on my dominance. I wasn’t a kinky man, but I definitely liked to be in charge, in the bedroom and out. Call it the Ranger mentality.



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Shauna grew up an only child with two open and loving parents in Central Texas. She’s married to her high school sweetheart and is the mother to three awesome kids, including one in the United States Air Force. She is the award-winning author of the Jack ‘Em Up series and the upcoming Family Creed series. Shauna also writes emotional Contemporary YA novels as SC Montgomery and works as a freelance editor. She loves all things sexy, sassy, and Gerard Butler.



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Title: The Ties that Bind
Author: S. Davidson
Genre: M/M Fiction
Release Date: June 1, 2017 Cover Art: Rue Volley Editor: EAL Editing Service Publisher: Encompass Ink Publishing
Flashback 1990's - Rollerblades, bungee jumping, the laptop, cellular phones the size of bricks, and AIDS - the gay men's cancer This is a story about love, friendship, and family. It is a story about growing up, about trying to change the past and the realization that no matter how fast, or how far we run, that The Ties That Bind us as children, many times come back to haunt us as adults. We become part of the life of a young counselor, Morgan, who specializes working with homeless, male hustlers. He seems like an angel from heaven to many. He cares deeply for every one of his boys and would literally die to save them from harm. He deprives himself of life's basic needs in order to reach just one more, but why? Morgan has his own agenda to work out, his own demons to exorcise. While avoiding his own past, he meets a particular young man, Greg, who is able to see through this well-crafted, public image. Greg sees Morgan's pain and denial. It is in this discovery, this role reversal that Greg, a life-long hustler begins to heal himself. He helps Morgan come to terms with his own violent past. Greg becomes his strength, the knife to cut the rope and release the guilt Morgan has denied for years. Just as they both begin to heal, Greg discovers the truth. The Ties That Bind can sometimes be very restricting but many times we find that The Ties That Bind can also provide our strength. The Ties That Bind are necessary for the sustenance of life.
“I do have something else to tell you about. Don't yell at me, okay? He, um, turned nineteen a few weeks ago,” Brice said quickly.
“Nineteen!” Morgan blew, swerving to avoid hitting the car in front of him. “Nineteen? What are you trying to do to me, Brice? Put me out of business? First, you tell me he needs to be watched. Then you tell me he is going to stay with you, in your one-bedroom apartment. Then you tell me he's at least two years older than any of the kids we take! If I didn't know better, I would think you wanted a playmate! These kids are hustlers, Brice. They have one thing on their minds! If this kid is even left in a room alone with any of the other boys, I've got to deal with a 'contributing to the delinquency of a minor' charge or he's hit with a statutory rape charge! When it involves two boys under my roof, I'm out of work and in jail as fast as City Hall can do it. Don't you realize they are always looking for a way to shut me down as it is? I bet you made a promise to Carol that I would take him, too! What in the hell were you thinking about, Brice?”
“I read your file on him.” Brice remained perfectly calm. “Morgan, you taught me to never give up on a kid, no matter how hard it was. You've got pages written on him. Your last entry was over six months ago. Morgan, its Gregory Wescott,” Brice said.
Shelly always had a goal to get a book in print. Well, that goal has been met. Another coming June 1, 2017, and one more still in the works. Always finding writing to be a way to escape into another world, M/M fiction is her passion and causing her beautiful boys a bit of agony is just what she does. None of her characters are flawless and most are pretty damn messed up! But they always persist, always try to be the best men they can be and hopefully find a kindred spirit along the way. Shelly is a mother, grandmother, and has a Bachelor’s in Social Services. Come on over to her Facebook page for current and upcoming release info. While she doesn't post about what she's having for dinner or what movie she's watching, she will give you info on her writing when there is news to share. Just remember, no matter who you are or what beliefs you practice, love is love and we all deserve to love.
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