Locke
(Book Five) The Corps Security Series
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September 29th, 2014
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Blurb
Darkness is the only thing
I see. Ever since the day my life changed. The day that everything and everyone
I held close to me ceased to exist. The day I lost it all and the demons of my
past consumed my every waking moment.
I tried to keep others at
arm’s length. Tried not to let my darkness taint them. Ruin them. Harm them.
And whether I want to admit it or not, as much as I wish I could keep them
locked out, they refuse to leave. Refuse to let me suffer alone.
If I hadn’t been so focused
on keeping those demons from flying free, I wouldn’t have missed how one
perfect angel was able to sneak her way under my skin—refusing to let go.
Making me want things I don’t deserve.
She consumes me. Her beauty
knows no end. The love she promises tempts me every time she’s near. But that
pure heart that makes her MY Emmy is the one thing I’m convinced I’ll destroy
if I ever let her close.
I’m a broken man. A broken
man with too much darkness in his soul to ever let her light shine upon me. But
even that doesn’t stop me from craving her with every single breath in my body.
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is strong language, adult situations, and some violence.*
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About the Author:
Harper lives in small town Georgia just
a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters)
enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husbands
chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost
ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy
romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way
to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy
it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of
very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
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Genre: Adult Contemporary with bad asses
Part 5 and the final installment in the series
My Locke Review ....
Okay I am torn as there was such a build up for
this book for Maddox and Em but in the end it didn't meet all my
expectations. I still liked the book and the finale of this series but I
just wanted something more from them.
"Don't you open that sweet fucking mouth, Emersyn. I swear to Christ, now is not the time to fucking piss me off any further."
Let me tell you
both Em and Maddox have shit for families. Maddox mom's can't be any
more of an evil bitch, while Em's parents are just cray cray in their
delusional sex pit world.
Due to their pasts it has damaged both of them
but for Em she tries to find the beauty and hopes for love and
redemption where Maddox is firmly rooted in his past and has a hard time
letting go.
"I know exactly what I'm talking about. I know because my soul recognizes its mate. Its kindred spirit. We both have our pain, Maddox. We both have the shame of our past and the fear it holds on the future. The only difference is you let that pain and fear rule your heart. And the difference in me is that I am willing to risk it all day in and day out for just a second of your love."
I liked many aspects of this book but
there was such a push pull between these too that it got monotonous in
the end.
By the end I was 'okay Maddox we get your broken not get your
head out of her nice firm ass and move the fuck on' he has beauty and
light dangling in his face and he keeps throwing it out over and over
and over again.
Both of their stories are heart
breaking but in the end they bring the best out in each other. As
Maddox has always been the match maker for all the other boys now it is
his time to get is happy ending. Even though it took little Cohen to do
it finally he got his head out his ass.
This series
has great Alpha yet sensitive men. Great Heroines, lots of dirty talk
but the series started to wane for me in the end. It did wrap up
nicely and it was set up nicely that there could be a spin off series
with the kids when they grow up. But in the end I am totally okay to say
goodbye to these Corps men.
3.5 Head in your ass thumbs up!
. 5
Lauren
Six weeks. It’s been over a goddamn month since Emmy ran from me.
Just gone.
It took me three days to
find her—thanks to the tracking device I had placed on her car—down in some
small Podunk town in south Florida.
Even if she had been trying to hide, she’d done a shit job of it. One search for her parents would have
brought me right to her.
It took me longer to
actually get eyes on her than it had to find her. She was holed up in some cheap-ass hotel for three
weeks. She called in her meals and
never left the room. And
unfortunately, I had to leave and rush home when things out of my control
needed attention and I again had to pull Asher’s head out of his ass. Now I’m back and I’m not leaving until
I get my hands on her.
She doesn’t want to be found. I know that, but damn if I’m going to
let her run off and get away for good.
I’ve pushed and pushed her away.
Every bone in my body has screamed at me to take what she’s been
offering for years. I’ve seen her,
I know what she wants, but I won’t let my demons hurt her. Not my Emmy.
Since day one, she’s been
the greatest temptation, but I refused to take everything innocent that is Emmy
and let my blackness take her.
Because that’s what will happen.
It will wrap around her soul and slowly choke the life out of her. Just like every other person I’ve
allowed in.
I’ll taint her. I’ll ruin her. And in the end, it will destroy her.
One smile from her made me
fall. So I pushed her away. I told her that she would never be what
I need—that I would never want her.
God, if she only knew. I
crave her and everything she keeps trying to hand me. I crave her and everything she could give me. My very being calls out to her, and I
work daily to refuse it.
So I pushed.
Until she ran.
But that ends right now.
Looking up at the gaudy neon
lights thrown on the top of this hellhole, I know that was my first mistake.
SYN.
A motherfucking strip club.
This is not a place where my
angel belongs. Just the thought of
her inside this club makes my skin crawl.
I can feel my anger becoming a force of its own as the blackness in my
soul threatens to burst through.
It’s burning inside my veins and demanding blood. My nostrils flare, making my breaths
come in loud pants. My fist
clenches—demanding something to pound into, something to destroy. My skin feels tight. Every vein in my body is pulsing with
each wild beat of my heart.
I’m going to explode.
The bouncer doesn’t even
give me a second thought. He gives
me a brief glance as I pay the twenty bucks to gain my access into the hellish
place. I immediately rip my
sunglasses off, taking in every inch of the room. Black walls with dim lighting, stereotypical red carpeting
and leather booths lining the room.
They have the name right with the smell of this place—sex and sin with a
mixture of smoke and sweat. There
are three stages set up around the room, the center one being the largest and
two smaller ones to the left and right, with a bar against the back wall and
one on the top floor.
The whole top-floor bar area
is set up on a glass floor, giving these douchebags around the room the perfect
view between the barely dressed servers’ legs. Taking my eyes off the top floor, where the bartenders are
clearly working the glass floor to their advantage, I scan the room again,
squinting my eyes to see through the dim lighting and heavy smoke.
That’s when I spot her.
“What. The. Fuck,” I snarl
under my breath.
The anger I felt earlier
burning through my body starts to boil.
It’s almost as if my body becomes a force of its own. The monsters inside me wanting
free.
There she stands, not even
five feet away, looking exhausted, wearing next to nothing. Her skirt—if that’s what you want to
call it—is more like a napkin someone cut in half. From the way she stands—slightly to the side—I can just make
out the perfect roundness of her ass peeking out the bottom of the hem. Her pert tits are pushed together and
held in a tight bikini top, the fabric so thin that I can see the outline of
her nipples clear as day.
My eyes take in every inch
of her exposed skin and I want to roar with rage.
No one should see her like
this. No one but me. And even though I don’t have the right
to feel this way about her, there isn’t a damn thing that can stop me now.
She hasn’t seen me yet, so I
stalk over to where she’s standing.
She turns right when I’m about to reach out for her and her eyes go
wide, shock and alarm clear in her beautiful, honey-brown eyes.
“Wha—”
“What the fuck are you
doing, Em?” I bite out.
She shrinks back at my tone
before she catches herself and goes stiff. I can tell instantly that I’m not going to like anything she
has to say.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Emmy. What in the hell are you doing in this
place?”
She tilts her head slightly,
taking me in. Her eyes leave mine
and roam the room before she gives a stiff nod. When she turns her focus back to me, I go stock-still at her
words.
“I’m exactly where I should
be, Maddox. I’m home.” Her tone is submissive, and that fury
inside me goes from a boiling fire to ice cold.
With that, she turns and
stalks off towards the bar. And I
see that not only is her ass hanging out, but so are her hot-pink boy
shorts.
“Dude. She’s a fine piece of ass, right?” The man she was just talking to speaks
in awe.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I
growl, feeling that rage return like a switch has been flipped.
“Ah, you’re new here. Just sit back, my friend, and get ready
for the show.” He laughs, takes a
deep pull from his beer, and turns his attention back to the main stage, where
the current entertainment is doing her best to swallow the fucking pole with
her pussy. She’s working so hard
for it that she might as well be fucking the damn thing.
I’m no stranger to strip
clubs. Back when the guys were all
single, we would hit some local ones around California. No better way to let off some steam
from the shit that is constantly swirling around in my head than to sit in a
room full of naked woman. Where
the music pounds into your body, the drinks are always flowing, and the pussy
is in abundance.
One thing’s for sure: This
isn’t a place for Emmy. Hell no.
Without taking my eyes from
Emmy, I drop my body into the nearest booth. She’s in a heated argument with the bartender and an older
man who looks about as run-down as this fucking town. She throws her hands in the air, her head moving wildly, and
if I had to guess, her stunning eyes are burning bright. She points over to me a few times, and all
the older man does is shake his head, obviously not giving her what she
wants. I just scowl at them from
the booth, waiting for her to walk her ass back over here so I can explain to
her that it’s time to go.
“Hey there, handsome,” a
raspy voice says to my right.
“Looking for some fun tonight?
I bet a big man like you would be up for something wild.”
“No.” I don’t even look at her. My eyes never leave Emmy—who is now
looking at me. A mix of ire and
hurt is written all over her face.
Even with the shit lighting in this place, I can see it…and I hate it.
Fucking hurt? Is she serious right now? Pissed I can understand. She didn’t want to be found and I found
her.
“I won’t bite, baby. That is unless you want me to.” Her hands snake around my neck and down
my chest.
Turning my attention away
from Emmy, I look at the bleach-blonde hair, weathered skin, and fake tan of
this bitch in front of me. I’ll
give her credit—she tries to hide it with more than enough makeup for about ten
women, but this piece of work in front of me has to be pushing fifty.
“I said no, woman. What part of that didn’t you
understand? And for the last time,
do not touch me.” I reach up and
pull her hand off my stomach before she can go any further.
Moving my eyes back to where
I last saw Emmy has me coming up empty.
What the hell? I scan the
room but she is still nowhere to be found.
“Ah, sweet cheeks. I know what you want. Good luck with that one. Rose doesn’t play around, and honey,
why would you want her when you can have me? After all, I taught her everything she knows.” She leans down and, before I can guess
her intent, licks my neck, clearly taking my distraction at her words to her
advantage.
I turn swiftly and move into
her space, making sure she doesn’t mix this shit up in her head to think that I
would somehow ever want her ass.
“Do. Not. Touch. Me. You got that, sweet cheeks?”
She looks me in the eyes for
a few beats before throwing her head back and laughing. The sound of it hits my ears like nails
on a chalkboard.
“Your loss.”
When she walks off, I start
my scan of the room again. No Emmy
in sight. I run my hand over my
buzzed scalp before settling in for the wait.
Thirty minutes later and I
still haven’t found her. The crowd
is getting restless. The chicks
taking turns on the stage now haven’t been impressive and they undoubtedly want
more. The pole humper has moved on
to one of the smaller stages. The
last act on the main stage was slightly better, but all she did was basically
finger-fuck herself on the stage before fumbling to get to her feet on her
ridiculous heels.
Jesus Christ.
I wait, determined not to
leave until I have her with me.
Another thirty minutes and two more rotations on the stages have my
frustration levels going up even higher. How the hell did she just disappear? I know she didn’t leave. The tracking device on her car, which
is sitting right next to my truck in the parking lot, hasn’t alerted me of any
movement. I’ll be damned if she
takes off on me again.
After signaling over another
server, I order a beer and check my phone again to make sure the tracker isn’t
malfunctioning. I’m just putting
my phone in my pocket when a deep voice cuts over the music.
“Gentleman of Syn. It’s the moment you’ve been waiting
for. The one your dicks have been
begging for all fucking night. The
Princess of Syn herself. The one
and only, Rose!”
The Princess of Syn? What
an idiot. I laugh to myself,
placing my beer to my lips for a long pull. The music starts and the first few notes of Lollipop by
Framing Hanley fill the air. Got
to give this chick props—at least she picked a good song.
The house lights go down,
plunging the room into darkness, before a spotlight hits the main stage. The smoke clinging to the air gives the
stage an eerie glow. I take my
eyes off the action and attempt scan the darkness of the room again for
Emmy. Movement by the back corner
catches my attention at the same time that the crowd goes electric. Idiots start throwing their money left
and right, calling to this Princess of Syn
to take them.
What morons.
I focus on the corner again
and see the blonde from earlier smiling her wicked smile at me before pointing
to the stage. Turning back to the
stage, I watch as a woman, who I assume is this so-called princess, spins
effortlessly on the pole, her movements all but blurring her body from the men
wishing she were spinning on their dicks.
It doesn’t take me long to see why the bitch from earlier is telling me
to look.
With one quick spin, her
hands are placed at the center and her legs are spread wide and parallel to the
pole, showing off her barely there G-sting, I see my Emmy. It takes a second for the shock to wear
off, and in that second, she gracefully drops from her spin with a guarded
smile to the men crowding the stage.
Lifting her small hands from her side, she drags them up her flat
stomach to take her tits in hand and jiggles them.
Fucking jiggles them.
I can’t control my body at
this point. I’m focused on one
thing—the best way to get her off that stage and out of this place.
She reaches up and, in a
move that is obviously practiced, removes her top, throwing it in to the
crowd. There she dances with her
body on display, caressing her naked tits until her nipples pebble. Turning her back to the room, she bends
at the waist and starts to slowly pull her G-sting down her long, toned legs.
This is when the reality of
this situation hits me. I’ll
fucking kill all of these motherfuckers in the room.
Then she drops to her knees
before getting on all fours and crawling towards the end of the stage.
Hell. No.
I’m on my feet in seconds,
stalking through the crowd, pushing any man who stands in the way of my woman
and me. I don’t even lift my arms
from my side. I just barrel
through the bodies with one goal in mind.
She doesn’t see me coming
since she’s back on her feet and walking to the pole again. With a leap that would make my high
school track coach proud, I’m on the stage, and a second later, I have a naked
Emmy thrown over my shoulders before I jump off the stage. The sharp pain up my leg does nothing
to extinguish my determination.
I can see the bouncers
coming, and with one hand on her slick ass, I reach out and punch the first one
in the face, taking great pleasure watching him instantly buckle to the
floor. The other one comes at me
from the side, but he doesn’t get far before I pick up the chair to my left
one-handed and crack it against his fucking head.
Emmy is struggling with such
vigor that I’m forced to put her down.
She looks up, ready to spit fire at me, before snapping her mouth shut
when she sees the expression on my face.
I have no doubt that I look just as feral as I feel.
“Don’t you open that sweet
fucking mouth, Emersyn. I swear to
Christ, now is not the time to fucking piss me off any further.”
I rip my shirt off and
roughly pull it over her head. She
struggles and puts up a fight, momentarily distracting me from the third
bouncer coming at full throttle. His
fist takes me by surprise, but not for long. Grabbing her wrist so she doesn’t get away, I turn to the
motherfucker stupid enough to get in my way.
“You shouldn’t have done
that,” I seethe.
He goes to punch me again,
but I duck and pop up before he realizes he failed. Bringing my head forward, I head-butt him right between the
eyes and almost smile when he falls instantly.
I’m stopped at the door by
the last bartender she was speaking with earlier. He goes to make a move but pulls up when he sees the look in
my eyes. I’ll fucking kill and I’m
sure it’s written clear as day on my face.
“Do it. I dare you.” My tone leaves no room for argument. I’m leaving with her and there isn’t a
person on this Earth who can stop me.
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