Impromptu Seduction is available now!

Hey Reading Family!

The moment you’ve all been waiting for, the final love story in my Heart of a Valentine series is here! I hope you enjoy Kyle and London’s story as much as I enjoyed writing their journey to love. 

Please, when you’re done, let me know how you’re feeling in the reviews!

ABOUT IMPROMPTU SEDUCTION:

Raised as a debutante, ladylike, and reserved, London Jones has stepped into unknown territory. From the moment her life collided with a man who should’ve been off-limits, a bachelor with a hot reputation—staying out of his way was the sensible thing to do. However, she finds herself caught in a tangled web of passionate fervor whenever he comes near. So much so that her ability to place a barrier between them becomes a futile battle. The heart wants what it wants, and London’s heart yearns for him.

Borboleta…

She was the impetus of his desire. The only one who captured his eye for more than a moment and beckoned his soul to blend in beautiful bliss with hers. For software engineer Kyle Valentine, his attempt to hold back the hedonism that struck whenever they were together threatened to be his undoing. His heart yearned to connect with London’s soul, and soon he finds himself questioning if he’s worthy of her love. But now that he’s gotten next to London, determination becomes the motto for his pursuit and his ultimate will to hold on to her, forever.

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Sunday Sample: Impromptu Seduction

Hey Reading Family!

Are you ready to fall in love with Kyle and London? The finale to the In the Heart of a Valentine series is coming next month! Keep reading for a sneak peek and be sure to PRE-ORDER.

Valentine Isle

Brazil

“About what I said before.” 

Claudia shook her head. “Don’t even apologize. I mean, you did come all the way to Brazil because of an invitation. So why wouldn’t you want to spend a night with him?”

London sighed. “So, I’m not crazy then?”

“I’ll tell you what you are. Human. And, if the Valentines are the type of men I’ve seen from the outside in, you should be okay with him.”

“Should be?”

“I can’t be sure, but I’m hopeful.”

“Okay. Really, I only want one night with him.”

Claudia dropped her chin. “I can’t believe you just let that bald-faced lie slip out of your mouth.”

London gawked. “What?”

Claudia left her side and returned with two champagne-filled flutes.

“We’ve already established that you like him because of the mileage between here and home, right?”

London smirked.

“So, there’s no need for you to turn around and say you only want one night with him.”

“Okay, but he may not be the several-nights type of guy.”

“You’re right. But say, for a second, birds of a feather really do flock together, then he is a several-nights type of guy, sis.”

“I don’t need this kind of inspiration.”

Claudia laughed and sipped, her eyes scanning the room to see Kyle’s dark attention pointing their way. 

“Girl, that man wants you like, like…” Claudia thought of her husband, Jaden, and her body responded with flurrying tingles. “Nah, he couldn’t want you like that.” She chuckled.

London’s eyes squinted. “Anything is possible,” she whispered as if knowing what Claudia alluded to.

“You’re right. So, follow your instincts, girl.”

“You never answered my question.”

“What?”

“Would you call me a slut if I said I want to fuck him tonight?”

“I—”

London held her smirk as she stared Claudia down. 

“No. This is your ballgame. Play it how you wish.”

London’s smile filled her face. “Honestly, him being the man of my dreams is a wish too cliché to believe in.” London’s mouth dropped, and her lips puckered. “I’m sorry if that let you down.”

“Girl. You’re right to have reservations.”

“I do…want to get to know his heart a bit more. But tonight, I just want to…”

“I know,” Claudia said. “Fuck.”

London laughed, and so did Claudia, sipping their champagne and sighing simultaneously. 

“Do you think he’ll think I’m fast?”

“That’s always a possibility. But somehow, I doubt it.”

“You’re full of yes-and-no tonight.”

They laughed again, and Claudia emptied her glass.

“Honey, I’m going to call it a night. It was fun, and we have a flight out tomorrow morning. Should I look for you to be in the limo on time?”

“No.” She said it with such conviction. 

A smile lingered around Claudia’s lips. 

“Okay. I’ll see you in a few days?”

“Yes.” They pulled one another in for a hug. “Thank you for coming all this way with me.”

“Oh, what? A short vacation across the globe, please. I’d do it if it weren’t you.”

They fell into laughter.

“I’m kidding.”

“You better be!”

They laughed.

“Do you need me to walk you to your room? It’s the least I could do, right?”

“Girl, no. Jaden has a GPS on this ass; he’ll know where I’m at, at all times.”

Laughter rocked London’s soul, and she waved at Claudia and watched her sashay away. 

Filled with amusement, London strolled to the drink table, retrieving another flute. When her eyes landed on Kyle, it was at the same moment that his gaze left his current conversation and traveled to her. 

His wink settled in her soul, and biting her lip, she turned and left the room treading back to the beach beyond the ceremony.

Warm grains of sand sank between her toes as she strolled, face to the wind that blew her straight black mane from her shoulders. Pausing, London considered the moon, bright and full behind the dark firmament.

A peaceful ambiance fell over her, and as she took it all in, eyes closed, there was nowhere else she wanted to be.

“You should try falling asleep under the sky. The calm is like no other.”

London bit down on her lip, a heat moving through her system like ignition.

“I was just wondering about that,” she said, twirling on her bare sandy feet to face him.

“And here I thought you were going to say, I know.”

Her smile deepened, but she kept her lips closed. 

“Hmmm. What makes you think I would know?”

He took a step forward, close enough that their shadows merged.

“Because you seem like the type of woman to travel the globe, experiencing everything new that is good.”

“Is that right?”

His smile energized her heart. “It is.”

“Well, you would be surprised to know that Brazil is my first overseas adventure.”

His dark gaze widened, then squinted. “What a surprise. I’ve popped your international cherry,” he teased.

Laughter sprinted from her lips, but it wasn’t just because of his joke, but more so because she was interested in him popping her official cherry. 

A flowing river of warmth sailed down Kyle’s body. He’d never kindled so much from a woman’s mere laugh, and her enjoyment lit up her face in the moonlight, turning her into a midnight goddess.

Accessing her from head to toe while she reined in her merriment, Kyle bit his bottom lip, taking careful consideration of the curves in her hips and design of her pretty crafted feet. 

Seeing the dark red polish peek from her sandy toenails filled him with hunger. He was a foot man, after all. When he realized he had this fetish, Kyle thought it was a bit unusual. Why would feet, of all things, turn him on with such magnification? But it soon became a beautiful revelation of art he considered given to him by the Creator. The delicacy, intricacy, and originality of a woman’s foot were art defined. 

He decided God was showing off by presenting to Kyle what a master Creator He was.  

Down, boy, he inwardly warned as his libido began to rise.

“That was pretty funny, Mr. Valentine.”

Kyle’s lips spread into a daring smile. “Mr. Valentine is my father.” He winked, teasing her.

“What shall I call you then, sir?”

He took in an elongated breath. “Be warned, while sir is fine with me, it may get you in trouble, borboleta.”

“I see.” London nodded. “What if I want to get in trouble?” She traced the rim of her top lip with her tongue as her eyes settled on his mouth. 

Kyle tilted his head, a smirk lifting the corner of his lip. 

“I would say you’re a very dangerous woman.”

She laughed. “Not usually, but tonight, I am feeling oddly precarious.”

Pulling her hands behind her back, London unzipped her dress and peeled the fabric over her skin, revealing bare shoulders and dark honey brown flesh. Before he could stop her, not that he rushed to try, London removed the garment, allowing it to fall to her ankles.

A strapless bikini top and thin bikini bottoms were plastered against her skin. The nude color teased Kyle’s senses, and his nostrils flared, his gaze piercingly thorough as he scanned her body.

He’d been right. She was the butterfly he’d imagined she would be once she shed from her cocoon. 

“Careful. While I commend myself for having self-restraint in most areas of my life, this, with you, is not one of them.”

His jaw locked, and London backpedaled, sultry eyes drawing his footsteps forward as she moved. 

“There’s no restraint needed tonight, sir. I think we could both stand to get a little…wet.”

A splash of water from the rushing shoreline pushed against their legs. Splitting the button-down shirt he wore with a single heavy-handed jerk, Kyle tossed the garment aside and, just as quickly, removed the pants that were now wet up to his calves.

Desire spilled from their eyes as they held on to each other’s gaze in the torch of moonlight. As another wave coasted forward, they were drenched—Kyle up to his waist, London up to her belly. 

Reaching for her, Kyle drew London into his arms, her wet body sliding up the hardness of his regime. Her arms slipped around his neck as their lips crashed together, pulses knocking along with their hearts, his dick, her plum.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. 

Kyle had been more than a drug for London. The type of intoxication she felt under his spell was DUI-certifiable. Still, she thirsted for him to the point of not giving a damn about anything in that moment. Her hips ground, rotating against his hardness, and she shook with desire so splintering, her lungs aspirated from the deep breaths of shared oxygen she took in from his mouth.

“Sir…” she purred, eyes locked on his spearing gaze, “take me as I am.”

You can pre-order Impromptu Seduction here.

Have you heard?

Hey Reading Family!

Great news! There are two new additions to the my Lunch Break series.

For those of you who may be unfamiliar, The Lunch Break Series is not a continuation of the same story in parts. It is a series of standalone novellas that you can enjoy on your lunch break hour. These stories are written purely for your quick gratification.

The latest story, A Moment of Forever, was released yesterday. Keep reading to learn more about this and Cabin Fever.

ABOUT A MOMENT OF FOREVER:

She never believed in love at first sight, until…

Shaken into submission after colliding with a man who makes her heart stutter, Vanessa Monroe inwardly battles whether to face reality or an uncertain yet hopeful future.

ABOUT CABIN FEVER:

After losing a bet, Melanie wonders how she will get through the weekend with the man that makes her stumble in unsteady desire—her best friend, Micah Finley.

I hope you’ll enjoy these two additions and if you’ve read them, let me know how you felt in the comments!

XOXO,
Stephanie

And This I Swear is available now!

As the matriarch in one of Chicago’s elite families, Bridgette Valentine has the weight of the world on her shoulders. Coordinating soiree’s for every season, along with pulling her weight as the co-owner of Valentine Media Group, Bridgette is left little time to indulge in the one person who rocks her world, Leslie Valentine. As a domineering force to be reckoned with, and head honcho of their dynasty, Leslie is the epitome of Bridgette’s wildest dreams. He’s not clueless to the way she’s withdrawn from him, and instead of forcing her attention, Leslie sets out to eliminate anything that threatens to come between them, determined to reclaim her soul and nourish her heart once again.

*This novella follows the mother and father of the Valentine men. This is not Kyle’s story which comes next.

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Sunday Sample – In Pursuit of You

Hey reading family! I hope your holidays have been great so far. We’re three days away from Christmas so surely you’re done shopping. Right?

I did all my shopping online from the same store so thankfully I was done last month. 🙂

Today however, here’s a little sample of our upcoming release, In Pursuit of You. It is currently available for pre-order and will hit your kindles in TWO days!

Enjoy!

Chapter One

Club Sangria

December 1st

“Are you sure this looks okay?” Avery asked.

Tina Braddon took an eye over her best friend’s body-hugging knee-length turtleneck dress.

“Are you kidding?”

Avery fidgeted with the hem of her garb. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

“Girl, after I just stood in that long line in freezing temperatures with you, you think I’d lie?” Tina’s cheeks rose as she squinted. “Why didn’t we have VIP access if you were invited to this thing, anyway?”

Tina glanced around Club Sangria, already feeling the heat from the bodies gyrating inside as they sauntered deeper into the party.  

“Because I told him I was busy.”

Tina placed her hands on her waist, then paused her stroll, halting Avery’s progress as she leaned into a hip. “Why’d you tell him that? It’s obvious you like him.”

“How is it obvious?” Avery fidgeted with her turtleneck.

“Would you stop doing that?” Tina tugged Avery’s fingers, and Avery dropped her hands and took in a deep breath. “Why are you so nervous? I’ve seen you stand in front of a crowd of thousands with a microphone in your hands having more poise than this—what’s going on?”

As the owner of WTZB Chicago news station, Avery Michele had found herself in positions most owners normally wouldn’t. Because her station was still filling open positions for the last two years—Avery occasionally found herself in front of the camera acting as a reporter, and behind the anchor desk as well. She was also engaged in meetings with top executives in ongoing efforts to expand the network.

As the sole heir to her grandfather’s legacy, she’d inherited the business upon his passing. Now, after five years as the station’s owner, Avery wanted to do what her grandfather always wanted—to see WTZB flourish.

But even with her master’s degree in journalism and being the most extroverted person in the room on most occasions, Avery couldn’t shake the butterflies that fluttered in spirited animation, knowing the man she spent restless nights dreaming about was near.

Bringing her focus back to Tina’s squinting leer, Avery sighed.

“I just want to make sure I look my best. I…” She cleared her throat. “For some reason, spending time with this man makes me feel…” She pursed her lips and moved her eyes around the gallery of partygoers.

“Makes you feel…” Tina leaned in, her shoulder-length hair brushing her shoulders as if to rush Avery to her conclusion.

“Like, I want to get to know him better. In a way that I could possibly learn to…love him.” Tina’s eyes lurched, and Avery was hasty with her follow-up explanation. “I’m not saying I love him because…” she stuttered, “God, I don’t. I mean. I don’t know him well enough to, you know.” She linked her hands to give them a place to rest because of the nerves that bounced through her entire body.

“See, that’s what I meant when I said it’s obvious you like him. The few times I’ve seen you guys in the same room you get all doe-eyed and you stop listening to me.”

“What do you mean, I stop listening to you?

“You can’t focus on anything but him. And vice versa. Y’all are cute together, by the way.”

“But we are not together. We’re just friends.”

“How many times have I heard that before?”

Avery frowned and cocked her head to the side. “I haven’t—”

“I mean, in your lifetime. Most of the time, when a woman is hiding the true nature of her relationship, she hides it behind the guise of ‘just friends.’ Which is total bullshit, by the way.”

The DJ came through the speakers. “Come on in, beautiful ladies. And fellas, make sure you keep our guests comfortable tonight. We want to have a great time as we celebrate the collaboration of Valentine Innova-Corp and NASA.”

The crowd cheered, with patrons throwing their hands up and some shouting in merriment.

“Congratulations, DeAndre Valentine.” The DJ pointed toward the railing that wrapped around the inside of the third floor, and all eyes traveled to find DeAndre Valentine move to the edge of the clearing, a broad smile brightening his handsome, bearded face. “We’re here to party with you all night, brother. Much love and respect for your growing business endeavors!”

The crowd cheered again as DeAndre tilted his head and held up a hand in salute.

“I think it’s time that you make yourself known,” Tina said.

Avery nodded. “Let’s go.” She turned to leave, but Tina’s resting palm on her shoulder gave her pause.

“I think I just saw Malik Anthony Clark,” Tina said. “Sooo I’mma head to the dance floor.”

She was no longer looking in Avery’s direction as she was all but zeroed in on Malik’s supremely rich chocolate skin. Malik and his brothers Derek James Clark, Tristian Neil Clark, and Langston Jamal Clark were the infamous Clarks of Northshire Bend—a high-class African-American family who were famous for their philanthropy efforts.

“So, knowing I’m nervous, you’re going to leave me?”

Tina turned back to Avery. “You won’t want me there once you get caught up in his attention. You’ll probably forget I’m there. But hey, look on the bright side, I’m still in the club, and if ever there’s a moment you need me, text me. My phone is on vibrate, so it’ll make my titties jiggle.

Avery laughed out loud, letting her head fall back.

Tina nodded, knowing her jokes would calm Avery.

“Feel better?” Tina asked.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Avery squinted, and her face reflected her happiness.

“You know how I do. Wouldn’t be much of a friend if I didn’t try to attempt to calm you and send you off with confidence.”

“Or maybe you just want to get me out of your hair so you can go take Malik from that girl he’s dancing with.”

“That, too.”

Avery laughed as Tina spun around and sashayed to the dance floor. She couldn’t—and wouldn’t—blame her friend, but still, as she watched her tap Malik on his shoulder and lured him to her with the collar of his shirt, Avery snapped out of her nervousness—instead, drawing on Tina’s confidence, she headed to the staircase that led to the third floor.

Meandering around people coming down, then shaking one guy off who decided to grab her to get her attention, Avery continued up her path to get to him.

At the rope that separated the club from the VIP, she stood behind five other women who were trying to impress the security guard with their looks in order to gain entrance into the area. He gave them the attention they were looking for, smiling, and winking while he admired their racy looks. But still, he sent them away after finding their names weren’t on the list.

Avery bit down on her lip. She should’ve never told DeAndre she wasn’t coming. The thought of being turned away like the other women gave her pause.

“What’s your name, pretty lady?”

Avery’s brows rose. “Huh?” She snapped from her thoughts to look at the guard. “Oh, um, I’m probably not on that list, either.” He gave her a look that said too bad. “But Mr. Valentine and I are close friends, so if you let him know I’m here, I’m sure he’ll let me in.”

“Unfortunately, miss, I can’t leave my post.”

“Oh.”

He saw her eyes dim.

“Okay, then, don’t worry about it. I’ll catch Mr. Valentine when he comes out.”

“Why don’t you give me your name, and we can check to see if you’re on the list.”

She started to decline. “I don’t know.”

He shrugged. “It can’t hurt. You’re either on the list, or you’re not.”

She smiled. “Avery Michele.”

The guard lifted an iPad and scrolled through the list of names.

“Avery Michele,” he said with a smile. “You’re on the list.”

Avery’s eyes lit up, and the guard winked, then removed the rope and stepped to the side.

“Wow, okay, thank you.”

“It’s not my business, and usually I don’t get in other’s business, but I feel the need to tell you to just chill. Be yourself. I can tell this is your first time at one of Mr. Valentine’s parties. He’s a pretty upstanding guy. No need to be worried or unsure of yourself.”

“Damn,” Avery said, “Am I that transparent?”

The guard smiled. “Yeah. But remember my advice, and you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks.”

“Enjoy your night.”

“You, too.”

Avery turned to take an eye over the interior of the VIP room. It was decorated with maroon and navy blue furniture, accent chairs, plush sofas, and drapery to match. A never-ending bar wrapped the length of the wall, disappearing into another room that Avery couldn’t see.

But she didn’t need to because when her eyes landed on a muscular, stocky build, accentuated behind a white button-down that stretched over intricate biceps, her belly clenched at the same time her heart jigged behind her breasts.

He was talking in a circle of family and friends, people Avery recognized instantly.

Brothers—Hunter, Xavier, Lance, Raphael, and Kyle Valentine. Beautifully designed men in chocolate skin that spanned them from head to toe. Goatees, beards, freshly cut and groomed, their personal styles perpetuated by the taste of their unique swagger.

DeAndre’s mouth spread into a broad smile, and a burly guffaw drummed into the air, making Avery’s ovaries shift with excitement.

Then it happened. DeAndre scanned the room, his gaze landing on her quietly watching him from the entrance. His highlighted smile eased to a subtle grin, his lids dipping as his lustful eyes traveled over her form.

Stepping out of the circle, DeAndre made no mention to the others about his departure, only strolled on the strength of his iron masculinity in her direction.

“Avery Michele…” his thick voice stroked. “What a beautiful surprise.”

A tiny smile made her cheeks rise into a blush.

“Hey.”

“Hello,” he responded, his gaze a dark twinkle of excitement.

“I was surprised to find my name on the list.”

“Why?”

“Well, I knew you didn’t think I was coming, so…”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to get you next to me should you change your mind.” His gaze traveled her again. “Like now.”

Avery’s cheeks burned with heat. “If I had known that, we wouldn’t have stood in that line outside so long…” she chuckled, trying to make some of those butterflies settle down by being comical.

DeAndre’s brows dipped. “Sweetheart. You will always be on the list now.”

She shook off a shiver, and DeAndre stepped closer, his arm sliding around her waist to pull her into the heat of his aura.

“You’re cold,” he surmised.

“I’m thawing now.”

They chuckled, and he nodded. “Good.”

The music changed, and “Tonight” by Summer Walker replaced the previous upbeat tempo.

“Do you dance, Ms. Michele?”

“Only if you call me Avery.”

His ginger-and-coffee brown skin was highlighted by the appreciation in his lifting mouth.

“You have a gorgeous smile,” she added.

DeAndre’s mouth dropped slightly, and he chuckled. “Girl, don’t be stealing my lines.”

Avery laughed, and he enjoyed her merriment, clearing his throat in an attempt to calm the stirring in his gut.

“Nah, I’m kidding, Avery.”

They stepped into a grinding dance. Avery accepting his pull as her arms slid up his chest to wrap around the thick column of his throat. Heat trapped them in a blanket of warmth, and the spicy scent of his cologne tingled her nose.

“So tell me, Avery, what made you change your mind about attending tonight’s gathering?”

Her lashes fluttered. “I wanted to celebrate you.” She shrugged. “Tonight’s the best time for that. So, here I am.”

“You mean you wanted to celebrate with me?”

Her smile was flattering. “No, I meant celebrate you. It’s not every day a handsome, educated, successful black man snags a deal with NASA. You should be celebrated.”

DeAndre eased out of her space, taking a step back and twirling before reentering her space to reclaim her body once again.

Avery laughed as her body tingled all over at his shenanigans, ignited by his wide-spreading smile, grinding hips, heated touch, and penetrating gaze.

“So you think you can call me handsome, and I wouldn’t notice it?”

Avery held on to a closed-mouth smirk before responding. “What I said is the truth. I’m not telling you anything you’re probably not used to hearing.”

“On the contrary. The same words spoken still make a difference when experienced with such a coiling warmth of animation, sweetheart.”

Avery’s heart sprang in an upbeat of invigoration.

“Same,” she managed to whisper.

Somehow, without any effort of their own, their bodies compressed as if melting into one another, charging their loins with potency neither of them could dismiss. DeAndre lost his reserve for a second, slipping masculine fingers into her hair and drawing her mouth so close their breaths bounced between their lips.

Static charged their center, and his dick grew up her belly where it pressed into her navel, formidable, and unwavering.

“Oh…” She blinked as a gasp left her mouth, and her eyes widened.

DeAndre snapped out of his lustful haze just then, alarmed and taking a full step back.

He cursed. “Avery, I apologize, I…”

“Uh, no!” She reached out to him, clasping his forearm to stop his retreat. “You’re okay. I promise.” Her smile calmed him, and he dropped his head a bit and smirked.

“Come back,” she said, tugging on him.

DeAndre reclaimed her eye, then glanced around before settling back on her.

“Walk with me.”He slipped his hand into hers and led Avery to the bar.

Sunday Sample

Hey reading family! Beautiful Assassin will release this Thursday, November 14th and as we prepare to catch up with Celine and Brian, here’s a Sunday Sample. But be WARNED, this sample is not suitable for young readers. Enjoy.

Prologue

“It’s not time. She’ll kill you quicker than you can blink.” 

Felix Briggs glared at Dexter McKenzie, frustration filling his veins as he pointed at the man behind the desk.

“You said if I followed you, you would help me avenge my family, but every time I come to you with proof that I’m ready, you pull this shit! How long am I supposed to wait!? Her army is building with each passing day. It’s been two fucking years—”

“And still, she’ll slaughter your ass before you can get off a shot!”

Dexter rose from the high-backed leather office chair, his scowl transforming his face like a menacing bulldog.

In the underground headquarters of Simon Cross—the former boss of the west—the two stared angrily at each other, neither of them wanting to concede. 

“Do not forget. You were there in the room. You watched her blow off the head of everyone who defied her. This will not be something you can train for. The type of skill you’ll need to take off her head comes with experience and mastery, and you possess neither.”

Dexter loosened the tie around his neck, his long day of pretending to be a home insurance salesman coming to an end. 

“I’ve got an army ready for war, and the Devereaux organization won’t see it coming. They are confident that all of the remaining men have scattered, and they own all four boroughs.”

“Fuck your army.” Dexter shook his head as Felix’s grimace deepened. “One by one, she will pick them off and leave you for last so you can witness her massacre. Then, she’ll stand you in front of the mirror and make you watch your own death.”

Felix squared his toned shoulders, confident and determined. “You sound afraid. But I’m not scared of no bitch.”

When Felix entered the life of gunrunning, it was because it was a quick way to make money. He was seventeen and ready for all that life had to offer. 

That was four years ago when he’d had the mentorship of his uncle Devon Briggs to coach him about the game of gunrunning, the rules, and players. Then, the only thing Felix cared about was making sure he could take care of his disabled wife, who he’d married right out of high school. He quickly became her sole caregiver after a freak accident while vacationing on their honeymoon. 

The first few years had been a breeze. The operations Felix became a part of happened smoothly, without any disruption. But after Celine Devereaux assassinated his uncle Devon, he’d slowly learned that she’d been married to his absentee father, igniting a sudden craving that thirsted for revenge.

“That bitch,” Dexter drawled, snapping Felix out of his maddening thoughts, “is the Queen of the Devereaux organization. The only way to get to her is from the inside. We’ve got a man on her but not close enough.”

Felix sighed harshly, then turned on his heels, the scuff of his sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor. He strolled in denim jeans and a button-down shirt to the door, unnerved and ready to put an end to a long wait.

“She spared you once. She won’t do it again. There is no mercy for those that go against her.”

Felix’s steps halted, but his back remained to Dexter. 

“If you’re really ready, you must wait for a time when she is vulnerable. When her guard is down, and mistakes are made.”

The room quieted.

“When will that be?” Felix asked.

“I’ll let you know. Until then, make sure your men are ready at all times and take your ass back to the dormitory and train.”

Felix turned to Dexter. “I’ve trained for twelve months solid!”

“She’s trained her whole life!” Dexter smacked his hand on top of the mahogany table. “Train some more!”