The Colton Cousins

Phoenix (Book One)

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Nix

 

I have one rule: no repeats. One woman, one day. That’s all they get. The only stable relationship in my life is the one I have with my tattoo gun. I spend my days working private security for the crime Syndicate and nights at my family’s bar.

 

That is, until my cousin brings home a stray—a provoking, smart-mouthed redhead. But Clover is off-limits. She’s too much of a temptation and trouble in the making.

 

But when a man I should have killed long ago tries to take her away from me, it forces me to take action in the only way I know how.

 

 

Clover

 

Life is a big, fat sack of donkey shit. But after one drunken afternoon, my new fairy godfather whisks me away to live and work with his family of high-profile criminals. Tending bar with a shotgun within my reach turns out to be the perfect job for me.

 

What I don’t need is the annoyingly hot, new roommate, Nix Colton, who infuriates me at every turn, tempting me to take a walk on his wild side. But he says he doesn’t want me.

 

If I can’t have Nix, maybe the sexy stranger who walks into my bar one day is just what I need. But when he turns out to be no ordinary stranger, it becomes painfully clear I should stay far away from him.

 

Because if I let my guard down around him, it may be the last mistake I ever make. And nothing Nix does will save me from my fate.

Clover (book two)

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Clover

 

He took me. That son of a goat fucker took me. Now I’m his. To do with as he pleases, and it’s not all tickle fights and cuddles. All I can do is try and keep my sanity. Pray that Nix cares for me enough to come for me. Enough to fight for me. Kill for me.

 

Because he may not know it yet, but I love him. With my luck I’ll never get to tell him. I’m sure as hell am going to try.

 

First, he has to find me. Trapped in my gilded cage.

 

Nix

 

Being away from her, knowing he has her is like having my flesh chewed off by angry beavers. I don’t sleep and I inhale blow like oxygen.

 

If I can’t find her soon, I may do that which I’m immensely talented at. Killing. One person in particular, in slow and gratifying ways.  

 

Nothing and no one will stop me from getting to her. Not locked doors, not Braxton Shaw, and certainly not my fear. Because she is everything and I will not lose her now.