๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ฐ (Mississippi Smoke Series Book 4) by Abbi Glines releases on January 29th!!! Check out this sneak peek!
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๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ฐ (Mississippi Smoke Series Book 4) by New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Abbi Glines releases on January 29th!!! Check out this sneak peek!
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Excerpt:
He was powerful and had too many people in his pocket at his disposalโthat was it. I shouldnโt know that. Heโd never told me what he did. Where his wealth had come from. If I hadnโt known, if I were any other female, one heโd only met that one night in Vegas, I would believe I could fight him in court and win. Money didnโt buy a judgeโs decision. Power did.
I could lie, but why? Heโd done a background check, yet he still wasnโt aware that our families were connected. That I was from his past. I had never been a stranger to him.
Lifting my chin, I met his glare. โI know who and what you are, Linc. Iโm not stupid enough to fight a battle we both know I canโt win.โ
His eyes widened slightly. Heโd thought Iโd set this entire thing into play to get the outcome he was handing me. Did he think Iโd truly gone to all that trouble when I had a ring on my finger from another man? Was the fact that a woman would choose a man like Hudson over him that hard for him to believe? What a fucking ego.
No, Linc Shephard, Iโm not trying to weasel my way into your life. All I wanted was to get you out of mine, and Iโve failed miserably.
โWho and what am I?โ he drawled.
It wasnโt a secret that there was a Mafia that ruled the South. One where wealthy men controlled the hands and actions of those supposedly in charge. They were whispered about and feared. While the majority did not know who they were exactly, they had their guesses. Towns were owned by them. Senators, governors, mayors, judges were put into office by them.
Part of me wanted to blurt out who I was. See the realization hit him. Watch as he recalled the little girl who had worshipped him. The one heโd brought daisies to and placed in her hair, who heโd taught to play Texas Holdโem, the one heโd called Ringlets. But I wouldnโt. That was the past, and we werenโt those people anymore.
I licked my dry lips before replying, โYouโre a member of the Southern Mafia.โ Also known as the family among their ranks, but I didnโt say that. Heโd have more questions if I said too much.
He leaned back in his chair, the expression on his face unreadable. โAnd you know this how?โ
I would have to lie or tell the truth.
I chose to lie.
โYou told me.โ
His eyes darkened, and he blew out a breath. โFucking opium,โ he sighed, then shook his head, as if disgusted with himself. He reached for his whiskey. โI guess that saves me the trouble of telling you why our daughter will always require protection. With that knowledge, will you be living here with Stevie or choosing to fight me in court?โ
As if that were ever an option.
Blurb:
โThey were kings, and for a brief part of my life, I was allowed to live inside their kingdom.โ
Branwen
Little girls grow up, and time steals their innocence. Memories fade, and things you love change. Except for me. You see, I fell in love at first sight when I was six years old. The problem with that was he was a grown man. My young heart had believed that he belonged to me. That should have faded with time. It didnโt. Although I hadnโt seen him in over twenty years, I still found myself measuring up the men I dated to him. That was until the day he walked into a nightclub in Vegas and sat down beside me at the bar.
He didnโt recognize the woman I had become, but I knew exactly who he was. My heart had soared, and the flutters in my stomach that no one else had ever stirred came roaring back to life. Fate had brought him back to me.
Waking up in his suite alone the next morning with a note and a morning after pill with no way to contact him had taught me that flutters were not to be trusted and that fate was a mean bitch.
Five years later, I am engaged, happy, and about to give my four-year-old daughter the life I want for her, complete with a white picket fence and a father.
That isโฆ until I find out that I canโt get married. Because I already am.
Linc
The fact I never asked a woman I slept with her name served a purpose. If I didnโt know it, then I wouldnโt have to remember it. No getting them confused and saying the wrong one in the heat of the moment. Hell, I didnโt remember most of their faces. I got what I needed and left. My life wasnโt meant for relationships. Iโd tried it. My ex-wife now lives in Europe with her current husband.
The day I walked outside to find the gorgeous blonde Iโd had a wild drunken night with in Vegas five years ago handing me divorce papers and demanding I sign them, Iโd been sure it was a joke or scheme to get money. The tiny replica of her that crawled out of the backseat of her car, however, struck me with an odd familiarity I couldnโt place. My gut had clenched tightly, and I knew my world had just changed. The paternity test confirmed it.
This woman who had been number one in my spank bank for five years had lied to me. Stolen the first four and a half years of my daughterโs life from me. She may have the face and body of an angel, but she was cruel.
The man she planned on marrying and bringing into my daughterโs life wasnโt happening. Iโd end that. I was going to be the only father she had. I wasnโt sharing her with a stepfather.
If I had to make sure her mother only wanted me, then Iโd do it. When she was addicted to me, and I owned her soul- she was going to suffer. I wouldnโt hurt her body, but I would break her heart. Over and over again.
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