First peak at the newest series coming from me 🙂

This is a Dark Romance. Nothing grey about this one 🙂

Hope you like it!!

Goodreads: HERE

BLURB:

“I own you. I have the piece of paper to prove it. It’s undeniable and unbreakable. You belong to me until you’ve paid off your debts.” 

Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Being the first born daughter, her life is forfeit to the first born son of the Hawks to pay for sins of ancestors past. The dark ages might have come and gone, but debts never leave. She has no choice in the matter. 

She is no longer free.

Jethro Hawk receives Nila as an inheritance present on his twenty-seventh birthday. Her life is his until she’s paid off a debt that’s centuries old. He can do what he likes with her—nothing is out of bounds—she has to obey. 

There are no rules. Only payments.

TEASER:

“Look. See your future and understand there’s no sweet talking, begging, or bargaining your way free.”

My heart thumped as Jethro pressed my shoulder blades, forcing me to read the tattered age-stained scroll in the cabinet.

My hands slipped on the glass as my legs gave out.

Bound.

The calligraphy of ancestors past sentenced me to a life worse than death. My rights had been taken. My life stolen. My body no longer mine.

“You finally understand,” Jethro whispered. His accented voice tickled the back of my neck where he bent over, pressing his hardness against me. “You are mine. I am not your master or owner or boss. I am the man who controls your entire existence until you pay off your family’s debts.”

His strong hand wrapped around my middle, hoisting me up and against him. The second I was on my feet, he spun me around and pushed me to my knees.

My head pounded from where he’d knocked me out; blurry eyes landed on his expensive patent black shoes and perfectly creased slacks.

“Look at me.” His voice turned harsh, barbaric beneath his cultured refinement.

My neck screamed as I raised my head, higher and higher, coasting over his crocodile leather belt, crisp grey shirt and locking onto a pair of ferocious brown eyes.

“Has it sunk in yet? That I can do anything I want to you?”

No. Nothing made sense. My brain had skipped into white noise and everything I’d lived through was surreal—a dream. A nightmare. I bit my lip, refusing to reply.

His dark eyes flashed and his hands landed on his belt. Undoing the loop, he pulled it free and smirked.

“Your first command, Miss Weaver. Worship me with your mouth; adore everything I fucking give you.”

My jaw locked as my body stiffened to a plank.

He grabbed my chin, glaring into my eyes. “Obey or I’ll add it to the tally of all your other debts. Obey, or you’ll never be free.”