Avarice Unleashed (Hell on Earth, #3)
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Hell hath no fury…
Saphiel’s gone and it’s all Kami’s fault. Panicked and riddled with guilt, she turns to the only one who can help, only to fall into the wrong hands. It seems opportunity has knocked, and not a single enemy is willing to miss out. Everyone wants their dues, and Kami’s the perfect bait.
All she wants is to reunite with Saph and she’ll face off with the Devil himself to do it. Facing herself and the reluctant truths of her heart are a whole other matter, especially when it could be too late. Will the unforgiving Avarice ever pardon her for endangering them both?
As the calendar races toward Beltane, sickening plots of greed and single-minded obsessions continue to unravel all around them, but their greatest challenge awaits in the aftermath of retribution. Can they find some semblance of redemption in one another at last, or will the demon within change everything?
…like a Devil unleashed.
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Pushing the door open to the master suite, Saph shoved her forward with a swat on her ass. “Get undressed. Now.”
“When you say ‘like us’?”
“The correct answer was ‘Yes, Sir’ followed by the shedding of clothing,” he stated, closing the door and stalking toward her in that confident, predatory way. “Would you like to try again?”
“Yes, Sir,” she exhaled breathlessly, hating how weak her knees felt just from that simple reprimand.
Kicking her shoes off, she unbuttoned and removed her jacket to drape it over the chaise. She was about to lift the silk camisole over her head when her phone rang. Digging it out of her coat pocket, she saw it was Zoe. Probably wondering if she’d made it back to New York yet. Kami set it aside, letting it ring. She could call her bestie back when Saph was finished with whatever he had planned.
“Who is it?”
“Zoe,” she answered. “I can call her back.”
Lifting the tank over her head, she tossed it in the direction of where-the-fuck-ever, which had Saphiel arching a brow. She’d already gotten into trouble once for just flinging clothing. They both knew that now she was just asking for it. When her phone started ringing again and Kami saw it was still Zoe calling, her stomach pitched.
“Something’s wrong,” she muttered as she snatched it up and answered it. “Zo?”
“Oh my God, Kam, someone broke in,” Zoe rushed out in a thick, liquid voice indicating she was crying. “They took everything! My laptop, the TV—who the fuck would want our TV?—and your room is completely trashed.”
Avarice (Hell on Earth, #1)
It was a permanent note-to-self tattooed right above Kameo Kross’s panties, because anything less was a disappointment. Had anyone cared to issue the warning: Be careful what you wish for, she might have thought twice before wording it like an actual invitation.
Kami doesn’t fear pain, death or eternal damnation. She fears only submitting completely. A matter she usually has well in hand… until an unexpected detour into kink and a relentless bastard of a new boss decide to put all of her resistance–and chosen ink–to the trickiest of tests.
Cliffhanger Warning: This is the First of Three books and ends in an abrupt cliffhanger.
Avarice Unforgiving (Hell on Earth, #2)
That’s Kami’s first instinct when shit gets a little too real for her peace of mind.
Kink was supposed to be an escape, a release, but her mysterious Dom robbed her of that and there’s no going back. Her job was supposed to be an accomplishment, a step forward, but Mr. Kress took that from her and twisted it to his own design.
They want her to submit.
If Kami had her way, they’d both be kissing her ass on her way out the door.
Now, there’s a new threat hanging over her head. An unknown enemy wants to expose all of Kami’s sordid, depraved secrets to the media. Little do they know, that even she has no clue who in the hell she really is…but someone does.
Someone who’s about to reveal an incomprehensible tale. A truth that will unravel Kami’s entire life at the seams. Everything she’s ever believed will be altered as she’s thrust into a world she’d never feared existed, and only one undeniable fact will ring through the loudest:
Running had never been an option.
Cliffhanger Warning: This is the Second of Three books and ends in an abrupt cliffhanger.
A.C. Melody is a hybrid Author of Erotic Romance and its many sub-genres. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse.
She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges. No matter how submissive or demure, her female leads have a core of strength and a willingness to admit their own flaws and evolve, not just demand that of their men.
When it comes to gambling, A.C. admits she’s 100% guilty of placing all her money on the underdogs, anti-heroes, and shameless whores.
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