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2026-08-14 00:00:19
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His Undercover Submissive #27: A Shower
~Colt~Wednesday, October 15I glance at my phone. It’s after seven in the evening. Emma is usually here by now. I’ve memorized her schedule – hell, her every move – in the weeks since I was released from the hospital.I text her. She doesn’t answer.Fuck.A solid dozen of my worst what-if scenarios, everything from a car accident to violence to her quitting me, roll through my head. Panic crowds in. I suck in a rough breath to cool my anxiety. Emma is a good driver. The likelihood of anyone shooting up the small-town salon where she works is slim. And she would never turn her back on anyone without a word, much less the man for whom she’s been a savior for the last month.After I awakened in the hospital in New Orleans, Emma maintained her vigil at my bedside for the next two days. Sawyer stayed glued to her, but by unspoken agreement, we kept the peace, in part for her. The other part… Well, I saved Reeves’s life in the past, and now the Boy Scout has saved mine.We’re square
His Undercover Submissive #26
~Emma~But nothing could have prepared me for the sight of him lying so bruised, half-starved, and lifeless in the sterile hospital bed. Both his eyes are black and swollen shut. Another massive hematoma covers the side of his head, which flares with a goose-egg-size knot and has been shaved to reveal an ugly, multicolored wound. The respirator covering his nose and mouth are the least of my concerns once I see the stitches in various places on his scalp and the drain taking fluid from his brain to a bag near the bed. Bandages pin his right arm in place and more surround both legs.The sight of him so broken takes me to my knees. “Colt…”Sawyer is right there to pick me up and help me into the chair he rolls to Whitaker’s bedside. He stands beside me, palming his face. “Jesus…”“He’s in bad shape,” the nurse says. “If it had taken you and your friends even another hour to get him medical attention…”The shake of the older woman’s head says what I can see with my own two eyes. He
His Undercover Submissive #25:A Bigger Man
~Emma~When my phone chirps with the ringtone I have assigned Sawyer, I lurch up in bed. I glance at the digital clock as I grab my cell off the nightstand. Three thirty-four a.m. At that hour, I do not bother with hello. “Did you find Colt?”“Yeah.” Sawyer’s voice sounds rough, grim. “It’s not good, Em.”I shut my eyes as dread washes over me. I am almost afraid to ask what the cartel has done to Colt. He has been so big and vital, so larger-than-life. I cannot imagine him any other way. I do not want to harbor hate in my heart, but it festers and snarls for these savage people who push drugs on children and destroy a man fighting for right.But I dredge for my courage and ask what I am afraid to hear.“Is he still alive?”“For now.”“Where is he?”“New Orleans, at Tulane Medical Center. The entire team went in to retrieve Whitaker. We’re all a little banged up, but we’ll be walking out this afternoon. If he makes it the next twenty-four hours, he’ll be down for a while.”I
His Undercover Submissive #24: I Am Going To Die
~Colt~A blast jolts me back to consciousness with a gasp. Gunfire. Pops of it resound all around me, along with scuffling and shouting. I lift my cheek from the wall and try to open my eyes. A floodlight beams down into my face, blinding me. I flinch but cannot escape.What is happening, some fucking apocalypse? Maybe that means the end is coming so my fuck ton of pain will finally stop.Every bit of my body hurts as if someone has set me on fire. My jaw throbs. My back sizzles. Something warm and liquid runs down my arms. I cannot fucking move. With my remaining strength, I try to rise from my knees, which feel as if someone has driven stakes through them.But I am shackled. I smell blood.I am pretty sure it is my own.“Over here!”The voice is male. American. Familiar. My head hurts too damn much to place it. Friend or foe?Does it matter anymore? Either way, I am going to die.I slump forward, pressing my overheated cheek against the cool wall, and close my eyes.A pair
His Undercover Submissive #23: Anywhere But Here
~Colt~She allows me a few minutes alone in the toilet, then starts the shower while I wash my hands and brush my teeth with the toothbrush she has helpfully provided.When I have finished, I pivot to face her, assuming she will step out while I wash myself.Instead, she begins disrobing.I watch with a frown. This must be the “whatever he desired” portion of the evening.No thanks.I stay her with a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to get naked for me.”Relief stamps itself all over her face but she keeps stripping. “Yes, I do…”Silently, I study her as she peels her dress from her body and drapes it over a nearby counter. She has worn nothing underneath. Shadows shroud the feminine hollows of her body. Light clings to her curves. She is a beautiful woman… and she does not do a damn thing for me.Her breasts bob gently as she approaches and helps me pull my shirt over my head. The movement hurts my back like a bitch. The wounds have finally scabbed over, but they will l
His Undercover Submissive #22: No One Is Coming
~Colt~I have no idea what day it is or how long I have been out. I pry open one swollen eye. I see only bare concrete walls without a window in sight. No surprise that I am alone.I have figured out a while back that I am being held underground. I know that because the few times I have been dragged outside, it has still been hot as hell, but the air on my skin now is almost chilly. Despite that, a wringing sweat covers my body. I tremble. My stomach cramps. My head feels as if it might explode.Fuck, I need to make some decisions.I eye the door. Sure, I should probably check it. But why? The damn thing has been bolted up tight each of the other four thousand five hundred ninety-two times I have searched for some way to escape. No sense wasting more energy I might need to simply stay alive.How much longer before someone comes back and sticks a needle in my arm? I both crave and dread it. At least afterward I will not feel the stabbing pain in my jaw or the throbbing of my knee.
His Undercover Submissive #4: Best You Ever Had
~Lila~“Walk to the bed. Stand beside it and wait for me,” Ryder orders.I walk over to the low platform bed, my bare feet silent against the concrete. Ryder prowls toward me, then sits on the silk sheet. “Come closer.”“Don’t I get a safe word first?”He tilts his head slightly, studying me
His Undercover Submissive #3: I Can't See
~Lila~The heavy oak door of Thorne’s office clicks shut behind me, but the sense of entrapment follows me right into the corridor.Before I can even take a full breath of the cooler hallway air, a broad, calloused palm presses firmly against the small of my back and the heat of Ryder’s hand burn
His Undercover Submissive #2: With All Due Respect
~Lila~ “Bud?” Ryder breathes. The name lands like a physical blow against my ribs. I jerk away from Ryder’s grip, my heart slamming against my ribs like it wants to break free. His hand falls away, but the heat of his fingers lingers on my scalp, sending unwelcome sparks down my spine. Zane
His Undercover Submissive #1: She’s FBI
⚠️A Little Heads Up Before We Begin⚠️While this is a romance book, it also contains explicit Dom/sub dynamics including consensual spanking, power exchange, edging, restraints, and enough unresolved tension to short-circuit your e-reader.If any of that makes you uncomfortable, no hard feelings, b
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