The Italian, seductive, quiet alpha, Dominic Segretti, is leaving Livorno, Italy and headed for the Jersey Shore.
His family's business is in danger of crumbling under the management of a man who tormented and grossly underestimated his investment in a business he grew up loving, and the hatred of a man who made his life hell for thirteen years.
He has been quietly waiting for the right moment to bring Benito Deluca to his knees. He comes to the US, armed with enough evidence to prove his case to, Josephine Steel, his aunt, and his cousins, Cyrus, Jase, Zandor, and Xavier.
The night before he plans to tell them of the corruption that could cause the demise of DeLuca INC, he decides to take a night to de-stress. He plans a night of relaxation and enjoyment for himself at the Hilton Casino on the shore.
Delaney Johnson is starting over after a break-up and graduating college. She has landed the job of her dreams in NYC. Arrangements had been made to stay with her best friend, Nikki Bassett, and her fiancÃ©', Abe O'Donnell.
Feeling that her luck has suddenly changed, she stops to play a few slots, just for fun. She finds herself winning big, and gains an admirer.
One hot night of uninhibited sex with a stranger takes her places she never knew she could go.
Dominic sees something in her, something familiar, something undeniable. Will this one hot night turn into many, or will the Beast's plans crush any hope of them exploring their future?
I walk out the door with my belongings in hand. It is time to move the hell on. I had made a promise to myself; when it was no longer fun I would be done.
It is no longer fun. Hell, it bypassed fun four months ago. And after this, well it is over.
James pursued me hard and fucked me even harder. He was a player. You know the type. Heâd smile and give a wink. Iâd end up with a pair of soaked panties. Then, Iâd do the only thing I could, turn and walk away.
Apparently, I was playing hard to get, so he said, which made him have to have me, (his words.) After three weeks of him asking me out, I agreed to a date.
A bottle and a half of wine, double check.
He insisted on walking me into my dorm room.
Yes, that night was the first time we had sex, but I will never admit that to my girls. We have rules. Rules that my girl, Nikki, had already broken. That lucky bitch got a hot guy, too, Abe OâDonnell. Heâs hot as hell, a possessive and fickle bastard, and she got him.
Where were we?
Oh yes, James and our first time. It went something like this.
âWeâve waited long enough, darlinâ.â With his Southern drawl and green-ass eyes boring holes into mine, I caved.
He was big and rough, and lasted all of five minutes.
âItâs okay.â I wanted to make sure he knew I was all right with what had just happened.
âBetter than ok, it was damn good.â
Uh huh. Itâs not like it was awful sex. I mean, it was frequent, and he was on the larger than average size. Seven inches wasnât bad, right?
Apparently, two or three times a day wasnât enough for James. Thatâs what he told me when I walked into our apartment about an hour and a half ago, and found him fucking the slut from down the hall.
âI need it more, darlinâ,â he said, as he stood naked, while she threw her clothes on. âYou put out more often, and weâll be okay, youâll see.â
âAre you kidding me?â I laughed, as I chucked all my clothes out of the closet.
âIâll talk to you later?â I heard the bitch whisper, as I snapped around.
âYou have to have more self-respect than that. Did you not just hear what he said to me?â
âSex is sex.â She rolled her eyes.
âWell, just so you know, you just made it to the top of my prayer list. Bless your heart.â
âMe?â I squeaked my response.
âYouâre doing him two and three times a day, and Iâm in need of prayers?â
âLiving together.â I pointed between James and me. I stopped when I realized there was no point in arguing with the slut, who had been banging my live-in boyfriend. âGet the fuck out.â
I bent down, picked up one of my black heels and hurled it in her direction.
âOh, my God, sheâs crazy!â
âThatâs right, skank!â I yelled.
I looked over at James; he looked back at me and smirked. The bastard was smirking, as he held onto himself, naked, hard, and watching the two of us bickering back and forth.
âYou too, you sick bastard!â I snapped at him.
âWho me?â He looked shocked and pointed to himself.
Oh. My. God. He was fucking clueless.
I donât know what came over me, but I started laughing. It was a cross between a belly laugh and a snort. Then, tears started falling, as I threw everything I owned into a suitcase and two duffle bags.
Before walking out the door, I looked back at him. He finally had some basketball shorts on.
âYou really gonna leave, darlinâ? Where you gonna go? Canât go home, canât get back into the dorms, canât--â
âCanât stay here with you either.â
âIf I,â he stopped and scratched his head, âif I donât do it again, maybe youâll stay?â
How is it that I felt more emotion emitting from James, at that very moment, than I had in the last five months? I mean he wasnât a complete asshole. Although, our first date may have been the last time he showed an ounce of what I would consider a romantic notion.
I shook my head ânoâ as he slowly approached me.
âCome on, darlinâ; give it another shot. Just give me one more try.â As he took my hand, I shook my head ânoâ, again. âWhere you gonna go, Laney?â
âIâll find a place?â My voice cracked.
He shook his head. âNot that easy, darlinâ.â
At that moment the dam broke. At that moment, I fell apart. In that moment, James hugged me. It was the second nicest thing he had ever done for me. He slid the duffle bag strap off my right shoulder and then the other off my left. I just stood there and let them drop to the ground, as I sobbed against his bare chest.
He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.
It was probably the sweetest moment in our entire relationshipâuntil he popped wood.
Before pulling out of my parking spot, I look up, hoping to see him coming after me. Hoping that he would fight for me. I give it two minutes, one hundred and twenty seconds. Waiting for a man to come and beg me to come back. The man that I just caught fucking another woman: whore, slut. Whatever you wanna call her.
Pathetic. Thatâs what I am.
Mel opens her dorm room door and I hold up a bottle of wine. âWanna help me drink this?â
She smiles and steps back. âIâd never say no to you.â
âPaige here?â I ask, as I walk in.
âSheâs on a date.â
âCool.â I set the bottle down and wiggle my jacket off my shoulders, as I look up at her. She has that look, the one of concern and question.
âSpill it,â she says, and turns her back. She grabs two cups out of the shoebox- sized cabinet that houses their dinnerware, and red Solo cups.
âIt wasnât fun anymore--â I begin.
âOh, come on. Heâs what, three in a year? Itâs not always about fun, Laney.â
âDonât you judge me,â I say, pouring the Red Cat into a cup.
âYou--,â she starts.
âI caught him in bed with the whore from down the hall.â
âNo.â Her mouth drops open.
I take a long drink and nod as I swallow.
âI thought you and he had a great sex life?â
âGreat. Yeah, I wouldnât say great. Frequent, but apparently not frequent enough.â I take another drink, watching her as she fills her cup.
âYou can stay here as long as you want, okay?â
âMels, I canât be a fucking mooch for--â
This time she cut me off. âYouâd do it for us.â
âWhat if you get caught and get into trouble? I wonât put you in that situation. I was so stupid to move in with him to begin with.â
After the bottle of wine is finished, and we male bash for a while, I stand up, and yes, I stumble.
âWhere are you going?â
âI donât know. My car, the Y, the ... â
âAt least stay here, tonight. I donât think Paige will be back, so you can have her bed.â I donât want to, I mean, I really donât want to be someone elseâs burden. âYouâre drunk, Laney. Just stay.â
I ended up staying from February until May. Mel, Paige, and I share their closet-sized room the entire time. I never spoke to James again.
Graduation was two days away. I hadnât spoken to my parents, either one of them, in months. They both had a fit when I had moved in with James. I was adamant that I was an adult and could make that decision on my own. Both banded together, for once in my life, and stood their ground. If I moved in with him I was not getting their support. I told them they could take their support and shove it.
James had lasted a bit longer than the normal five minutes that night. âIâm proud of you, darlinâ.â
I stayed out a little later the few nights preceding graduation, not wanting to face my friends. Not wanting to face, or let them find out, what I had been hiding for six months.
They didnât know that my parents and I were at odds. I knew they would be pissed when they found out. I know I messed up by not telling them, but honestly, it hurt. So what if I didnât want to share the hurt?
I even tried to fake sick, to miss the deadline for filling out the online registration for the commencement ceremony. Did the girls allow that to happen? Yes, but--hell no. Paige rushed through the prep for her final, came home with chicken noodle soup to feed me, so I would get better, and helped me fill out the form. She even placed the order for my cap and gown at the bookstore, when I was too âbusy.â I didnât have the money for them at that time, but she didnât listen, she bought them.
So, I was fucked.
Two nights before graduation, Nikki and Abe come into town. They are staying in a hotel. The four of us girls, are supposed to meet up for dinner and drinks, while Abe is going to stay behind to get some work done.
We walk into their hotel room and in typical âusâ fashion, we hug, laugh, and Nikki even cries. She is so excited to be back. She spent the last year of school doing an internship and Abe OâDonnell, thus the emotions.
You should see the look on Abeâs face when the tears start rolling down her cheeks. I swear he thinks she is upset. He immediately is at her side, in true alpha male form, and she laughs.
âHappy tears. I miss them,â she explains.
âYou sure?â he asks.
âYes.â She is beaming. âNow, donât you have something to go do? We are about to embark on a four hour conversation of whatâs gone on over the past,â she looks at us again, âalmost year.â
After a chaste kiss is placed to her lips, he disappears into what I assume, is the master bedroom.
âWe have so much catching up to do. You guys donât mind if we stay in and eat, do you?â Nikki asks.
We order sushi and go through several bottles of wine. Then, the topic of conversation centers on my break up with James.
âIâm fine. Honest to God. I mean, really, what was I gonna do, stick around here? Marry him and move to his hometown where his life would be consumed by his familyâs ranch and weekend rodeos? Shit, I was an idiot not to think about the future anyway. What would I be, Mrs. JD Farnsworth the second? The minute his little brother graduated high school, last year, his mom ran for the hills,â I say sarcastically. âShe was sick of getting kicked around. So, letâs talk about something else, shall we?â
âHis dad beat his mom?â Nikki looks at me the same way she would look at a wounded bird.
Paige laughs, âHey, at least she gets it now, canât save them all. Remember Heather? You two tried so hard to help her after she became consumed by her first love. Crazy is crazy, right, Mel?â
âIâll drink to that.â Mel raises her glass.
I force a laugh, excuse myself and retreat to the bathroom. The mere mention of that girlâs name makes me sick to my stomach. I hate that bitch. Hate her! The girl everyone in high school shunned. The girl that Nikki and I tried so damn hard to help, was nowâfucking my father. Not just fucking him, living with him. My mom was on the road with some cross-country hillbilly, riding bitch in a fucking tractor-trailer. My life literally turned upside down last year. Because of all the things Nikki and Abe had gone through, I made sure the others didnât know. If Iâm being truthful, I donât want them to know anyway. It is embarrassing.
I hear the door open as I sit on the cold tile floor, and in walks Abe. âI apologize. I didnât know--â
âItâs fine, Abe.â
âYou all right?â
âIâm fine, emotional, you know. Graduation, all the pomp and circumstance.â I stand, trying to act like it was a joke. âFemales, pfftttt. You live with Nikki, Iâm sure you understand. Please donât mention it?â
He nods and walks out, closing the door behind him.
Not two minutes later, the door opens. Nikki walks in and shuts it behind her. âSpill it.â
âWhat?â I try to act like nothing is going on.
âYou donât get emotional. Abe said you were upset--â
âIn front of them?â
âAbe? No. He would never.â
âBecause heâs amazing. He gets it. He--â She put her hand on her hip. âYouâre deflecting.â
âAm not.â Tears sting my eyes.
âAre too,â she says and grabs my hand. âItâs me. The girl who you talked out of making the biggest mistake of her life not too damn long ago. Now, talk to me, Laney.â
âIâm not ready--â I stop when the door opens, and Mel and Paige walk in.
âNot ready for what?â Mel asks, as she walks over and sits on the counter.
âNothing, God, canât someone just be emotional? Canât someone just not want to sit through a stupid ceremony in a damn green gown? Canât someone--â
Paige pipes in, âTime to spill the beans, Laney. For a long time I thought it was James, but now, I know damn well itâs something else.â
âMy parents are getting divorced, okay? Theyâre both assholes, too. I havenât talked to them in months. I donât want to talk about it.â
âWhy havenât you said anything?â Nikki asks.
âCause itâs embarrassing, alright?â
âIt happens. My parents divorced when I was ten. Itâs not embarrassing, itâs part of life.â Mel smiles at me. âWeâre here for you.â
âYou canât just walk away from them, either. I mean, family is family, messed up or not,â Paige interjects.
âYes, I can. If you three keep pressuring, I will walk out of here, too.â
They donât say a word, none of them. They know I am serious. And I am, too.
I sit on a bar stool looking at the clock. An hour before graduation, and I am shit faced. I send the girls a text, telling them I wonât be there. Ten minutes later, James walks in, alone. He pulls a bar stool up beside me and orders two shots of tequila. He pushes one over to me. I shake my head âno.â
âItâs graduation, darlinâ. Weâre gonna celebrate.â
âWhy are you here?â
âYou know, damn well why Iâm here. This is my spot. So, now ask yourself why youâre here.â
âBecause, Iâm pathetic.â I say, just as pathetic as I felt.
âNo, you ainât.â He holds up his shot glass. âTo graduation and what the future holds.â
I give in. Twenty minutes, and four shots later, we are in the bathroom.
âYou gonna come with me?â he asks, as he pulls my skirt up.
He pulls down my panties, âStep out, darlinâ.â
I do and he pulls them off; then his jeans hit the floor.
He asks, âYou ready for a ride?â in that damn drawl, as he rips the condom open and rolls it on quickly.
âNo.â I close my eyes. I am being fucking ridiculous.
His fingers run up my seams and he moans. âWhen things hurt, this always makes it feel better, darlinâ. You sure you ainât ready? You certainly feel it.â He pushes a finger inside me and everything comes alive.
I reach down and stroke him.
âThatâs right, girl.â He pins my arms to the wall above my head with one hand.
âTell me you want a ride,â he hisses against my lips, as he pushes another finger inside my wetness.
âI want a ride.â
In one hard swift move, James is inside me. He lifts me up. âWrap âem around me, darlinâ.â
As I wrap my legs around him, I glance at my watch. He sees me and laughs. âYou got somewhere to be?â
âNope,â I say, as my back hits the wall.
âGood answer. Now, hang on.â
He is brutal, which is exactly what I want right now. I want to feel his cock hitting as deep as he can, hard.
After I come, he does, too. I glance at my watch again. Seven minutes, he is up by two minutes.
âFeel better now?â he asks, as he hands me a wad of toilet paper.
âNope.â I clean myself up, pull my skirt down, toss the toilet paper, and start to walk out of the bathroom.
James grabs my arm, âBullshit. Nothing feels better than an orgasm, darlinâ.â
âMaybe not.â I pull my arm back. âBut you didnât deserve me, again.â
âI just needed more than you. Doesnât mean I donât feel it in here,â he hits his chest, âwhen I fuck up.â
âYou have a fucking problem, you know that?â
âSure do. Just wanted to make sure you knew, it wasnât you that I had a problem with.â
My hands fly to my hips. âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?â
âMeans, I didnât enjoy hurting you, okay? Means, I still wish you were under me every day. Meansâ¦Hell, give me another shot. Maybe?â He scratches his head, âCome home with me.â
You have got to be kidding me. âWhy?â
âI wonât fuck anyone but you. Hell, this summerâs circuit is going to be crazy. Iâll be getting my ass thrown around by bulls.â He smirks. âTell me you wonât enjoy seeing that.â
âNo, I wonât.â
âCause youâll be worried about my safety? I promise you can doctor up my wounds after each rodeo. Plus, where else you gonna go?â
âI have friends, a degree, and big things in store.â
âThere are jobs on the ranch and some in town. Busy place you know? Not a lot of downtime.â
I huff, âMeaning you wonât be passing the time fucking the neighbor?â
âNo, I wonât be.â
âWhy, is she ugly?â
âHideous,â he chuckles.
I try to push past him and he pulls me back. âThis is an olive branch, Laney. Take the damn thing. Letâs see where it leads. I said I would try, never done that before. Just. Try.â
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
MJ Fields's love of writing was in full swing by age eight. Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter for family members. The newsletter was put back into âpublicationâ in September of 2001 for entertainment of her cousin on a Navy aircraft carrier in the gulf, (Her cousin is a FEMALE Navy officer and helicopter pilot).
She self-published her first New Adult romance in January 2013. Today, she has completed four self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, and The Men of Steel series.
Her new series The Norfolk series has two titles available now.
Ties of Steel book 1 ABE was released October 28, 2014 and book 2 Dominic is available now.
MJ is an Amazon bestselling author and lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.
What to expect from her books...
Gritty, Authentic, and Entwined
The heat will draw you in, the heart will keep you coming back for more