It’s the 7th June…
That means it’s exactly one month before Ruin & Rule releases!!
For those who have read THIRD DEBT (Indebted #4) you will have already read this scene. For those who haven’t…it’s not really a spoiler to the Indebted Series, but it DOES introduce you to Arthur Killian from RUIN & RULE.
It’s exactly four weeks before RUIN & RULE hits the shelves online and in USA, CANADA, AUSTRALIA, and NEW ZEALAND. It’s going to be rather surreal seeing my books in bookshops and will be signing as many as I can on my tour around the States next month.
Hope you enjoy the teaser and I’ll be releasing the first chapter of RUIN & RULE in a few days time…or, if you have a copy of THIRD DEBT, the chapter is hidden at the back of there too 🙂
Have a great day everyone!
I COULDN’T TAKE my eyes off the new intruder.
I wanted to back away to become as invisible as possible.
The entire atmosphere of the room changed the moment he’d stepped inside. Jethro was sleek and cool—as flawless as ice and as deadly as poison, but Arthur Killian was like a tank. A weapon reeking of biker oil, sunshine, and fearlessness. My body completely belonged to Jethro, but I couldn’t deny Killian’s massive arms, untamed hair, and glowing emerald eyes didn’t flutter my stomach.
Coming toward me, his clothing rustled as he held out his hand. “No matter how much I fear for my hand’s safety, I can’t ignore such a stunning woman.” The air hummed with fierce intensity.
My gaze flickered to Jethro as I looped my fingers with his. Jethro stiffened but didn’t retaliate. My cheeks burned as Killian’s grip wrapped tightly around mine.
He was so warm.
An oven compared to Jethro. And his eyes. Oh, my God, I’d never seen such green, green eyes.
“It’s not your hand that should be worried.”
Only yours, Kite. I shot the silent message to Jethro.
Killian laughed. It sounded like a rumbling earthquake. He shook his head almost sadly, glancing over his shoulder at Jethro before looking back at me. “In that case, I don’t know if I should be jealous of Hawk’s hand or regretful for my own.” His deep voice was rhythmic—an accented drawl different to Jethro’s crisp English loquacity.
Kill took a step back, running a hand through his jaw-length dark hair. He looked wild, ferocious, but with a brokenness about him speaking of unpredictability.
What hurt him? Or who?
The vulnerability hiding beneath his rough exterior called to the nurturing side of me. I wanted to protect him from something. But what? There was nothing in the world that could hurt this mountain of a man.
Kill nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Born and bred in Florida.”
“What are you doing so far from home?”
His large boots clopped across the metal floor as he sat on the cow-print couch by the door. Bright spotlights shone behind him, casting him in a fuzzy silhouette. His eyes narrowed, tone turned dark. “Business, mainly. And new connections.”
The way he said it didn’t sound just about business.
I’d been around dangerous men enough to recognise one with a vendetta. “And Jethro is going to help you with that?”
“Nila…don’t pry.” Jethro appeared by my side, wrapping a chilly arm around my shoulders. His strength suffocated me, tightening like a boa constrictor instead of a simple embrace.
My eyes shot to his. In the presence of a man who wore his vitality and emotions in full view, Jethro seemed even more remote. A damn island surrounded by shark-infested waters with ice for waterfalls and snow for sand.
Stepping out of his hold, I crossed my arms. “Does Killian know what you’ve done to me? What your family has done to mine?” It was a ridiculous move and one I would never normally do. But Killian made me bold.
His eyes turned deadly. “Enough.” Pointing at the door, he growled, “Time for you to leave.”
Kill laughed. “She your old lady?”
Jethro turned his temper on the burly man commandeering the entire couch with his bulk. “We don’t have misses or old ladies in our MC. We’re more of a business enterprise rather than a brotherhood.”
Kill shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I run the Pures as a business, too. But we’re still family.”
I jumped in. “The Black Diamonds aren’t family. They’re employees.”
Kill cocked his head, pinning his vibrant emerald eyes on me. “And you…are you an employee?” His gaze drifted down my front, drinking me in.
My heart beat faster, subjected to his scrutiny. His interest was visceral, but it wasn’t sexual.
I stood taller, balling my hands. “No, I’m—” His Weaver Whore. The woman destined to die for ludicrous debts.
“She’s not an employee,” Jethro snapped. “She’s a pain in my ass and needs to leave.” He herded me toward the door. “You’ve pushed and pushed me today.” Lowering his voice, he added, “Wait till we get home. You’ll pay the price.”
I spun in his hold, causing his hand to go from my lower back to my belly. I gasped as his long fingers brushed my bare midriff below my jumper.
“That threat doesn’t scare me.”
“Oh, no? It should.”
I inched closer, cursing the wetness building between my legs. “It doesn’t because I’m brave enough to give myself over to you. You’re terrified of me and all I need to say is ‘Kiss me, Jethro Hawk’ and we’ll see who wins again.”
He sucked in a harsh breath. “You’ll pay—”
“Watch me.” Tearing my eyes from his, I looked at Kill again. “To answer your question, I’m not his employee. I’m so much more than that.” My heart broke a little for a dream I would never have. “I could be his everything, but he’s too stupid to see what I’m offering.”
Killian’s face seemed to shatter, his own heartbreak slamming into mine. I felt a kinship with him. A mirroring echo to our hidden desires. He’d been hurt by someone just like Jethro was hurting me.
Fists and kicks and bullets might maim and destroy, but love…love tears out your insides and leaves you hollow, leaving you destined to live an empty existence until death. Lucky for me, I wouldn’t have to live long knowing Jethro could never love me.
Jethro pinched the bridge of his nose, fumbling for something in his pocket. “Goddammit, woman. Get out.”
Kill perched on the edge of the couch, a black shadow shading his face. “Wait, you love him?”
My heart lurched. I couldn’t look at Jethro as I confessed, “I do. And believe me, if I knew of a way to stop it, I would.”
Jethro turned into a vibrating ice sculpture. He tipped something into his palm—something small and white.
Kill glared at Jethro, his temper eddying around the room. “Did you know she loved you?”
Jethro sucked in a breath. “What the fuck sort of question is that?” Throwing the pill into his mouth, he swallowed.
What the hell is he taking?
Kill crossed his arms. “A simple one.”
I looked at Jethro, waiting for his answer, begging him to snap out of whatever his father had done and admit it. What was the harm? Why couldn’t he put me out of my misery and profess he felt what I did?
“Kite…” I whispered. “Answer it.”
Jethro’s eyes latched with mine. He trembled.
Please…stop pushing me away.
Stop being so cruel.
“There is no simple answer.” Jethro’s voice was strained, full of rocks.
Kill stood up, a huge wrecking ball about to decimate us. Ignoring Jethro, he brushed past and cupped my cheek so tenderly, it broke something that’d been festering inside me for months. “Love is something that strikes without warning to the most unsuspecting. It’s a fucking gift and so goddamn priceless, but only the worthy realise what they have. Only the ones truly deserving fight every fucking day to treasure it. And those who don’t…they end up alone.”
Dropping his hand, he glowered at Jethro. “I pity people who can’t be true to their hearts. But I’m done prying into your private lives.” He stormed back to the couch. “Leave, Nila. Hawk and I have business, and I want to get it over with.”
7 thoughts on “RUIN & RULE MEGA TEASER”
I can’t wait!!! 😍
Damn,this waiting is getting harder by the minute!
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Countdown to Ruin and Rule has reached 4 weeks!
i have read indebted back to back 4 times over and over.. Never in my life have I wish for August and December to come by so much…… U killing me pepper xxx
LOL, I hope you enjoy them!
Ahhh exited! Love your writing!
Thank you so much!