(FIRST PRINT) Adrian: A Mafia Dark Romance (Secrets Series, Book 5 - Paperback) Limited Edition

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An island getaway, a kidnapping, and a brothel auction. Some vacation this turned out to be...

Living a simple country life was never my long-term plan. When my friends invited me to go on a vacation of a lifetime, I didn’t know I would end up in an Eastern European country auctioned off to the highest bidder.

Adrian Zalar’s muscular build and fiery brown eyes caught my attention as soon as he entered the room. He is the buyer and I am the merchandise for his brothel. The desire in his eyes and the bulge in his pants tell me he wants me.

Adrian’s job is to send me to the brothel, but I’m his dirty little secret and he locks me away for his primal urges. It’s only a matter of time before his family finds out about me, and when they do, we are both dead.

Book 5 in the Secrets Series.

Opposites attract in this fast-paced dark romance thriller filled with suspense and high steam. No cliffhanger and no cheating. Guaranteed HEA!

Triggers: Violence and forced proximity

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Books in the Series:

• Book 1 The Tyrant's Secret Safe House
• Book 2 The Tyrant's Secret Cabin
• Book 3 The Tyrant's Island Compound
• Book 4 The Ruthless Billionaire Boss
• Book 5 Adrian
• Book 6 Secret Dark Desires

Format: Paperback. Autographed

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★★★★★ Great story: Well written, steamy suspense, captive, age gap and more." ~ PHOENIX96, Booksprout Reader.

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★★★★★ This tale kept me awake at night reading about these two great characters. I can’t wait for the next adventure and romantic novel from Rachel Stone." ~ D. Pike, Booksprout Reader.

★★★★★ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ This book had me on the edge of my seat from start to finish. "From the moment I clapped eyes on number fifty-three, I knew she had to be mine." ~ Gkp2460, Booksprout Reader.

★★★★★ loved it: I absolutely loved this book and was honored to have been able to read it. It was such a phenomenal read and had amazing characters as well as an amazing storyline. I just could not get enough of it and once I started reading it, I could not put it down." ~ Peech, Booksprout Reader.

Enjoy a Sample from "Adrian."

The moment I lay my eyes on her, time stops. It's a gross and uninformed cliché, yet, now that it’s happened to me, I know it’s true. My heart starts to throb in my chest, heat creeps into my cheeks, and I can feel the crotch of my pants strain against an untimely erection.

I was starting to think this auction would be a bit of a bust. Then she was brought to the front of the stage, led by that collar around her neck.

Number fifty-three stands beneath a single spotlight, her body completely bare for all to see.

Yet I feel like she’s standing there just for me. Her long blonde hair falls like flaxen curtains over her pendulous breasts, and while she’s very slim, number fifty-three’s hips and thighs are wide. I can’t help but think about getting my hands on her.

“Chin up, fifty-three,” the caller growls in Romanian-accented English.

Number fifty-three keeps her gaze down on the floor in front of her, shielding her eyes from us in the audience.

“Fifty-three.”

A second warning that she ignores.

So she’s feisty, is she? They often are. I’ve been coming to these auctions long enough to know that you can expect these girls to act one of two ways. They’re either hysterical, screaming for help that will never come, or defiant. Hysterical girls are easier to deal with, certainly. All you do is stick them with a shot of Ketamine and treat them like any other cargo you might load into the hold of a plane.

The defiant ones are much more difficult. But if there’s one thing about me, I like a challenge.

“Curva!” the caller shouts.

Whore.

He yanks on the chain attached to her collar, digging the leather into the bottom of her chin.

Despite every effort, fifty-three is forced to lift her chin. Her blonde hair falls back from her forehead, revealing a stunning pair of sapphire blue eyes. I swear the entire room gasps upon the revelation. I have to dig my fingernails into my knees to keep from nearly losing my load.

Who is this woman? Number fifty-three? How does she have this power over me without so much as a single touch?

Over the past twenty years, I have purchased hundreds if not thousands of women. I’m not new to this game. The novelty wore off quickly. This is just a job. It’s not a pleasure like my brothers seem to think it is. Naked women paraded around, vulnerable and frightened…it no longer interests me.

But number fifty-three, with her defiance, her chin now held proudly in the air, and her plump lips pouted together, an attempt at intimidation…

Well, I know I must have her.

I glance around the room, through the wafts of cigarette smoke. At least ten men are already grabbing for their paddles. It would most certainly be more if she didn’t have a bit of an attitude.

I steel myself, grab my paddle, and lock my eyes on number fifty-three. For a second, I swear she’s looking right at me. Her eyes delve deep into my soul, reach into my gut, twist my insides with a profound desire I don’t think I’ve ever known.

The rolls of euros in my chest pocket feel so heavy. I’ve been given enough to buy five. I’m so close to spending it all on her to ensure she’s mine. However, I wouldn’t be around long enough to enjoy her if my brothers found out I spent three hundred thousand on only one bitch.

They’d let Svit have my head for that. And given my line of work, I mean literally.

They’d only forgive me if we let our clients have her. She’s a perfect specimen. She’d be extremely popular, probably the mother of the brothel by year’s end.

I can’t let that happen.

Because from the moment I clapped eyes on number fifty-three, I knew she had to be mine. I’d rather her dead than belong to anyone else.

I have to be restrained. Play the game. I still need to come home with the delivery. Four girls might be as good as five if I pick the right ones. I need to let them know I haven’t come to play.

I’ve come to win.

The caller jerks her by the leash a few steps forward, a smug smile on her face. He looks at her, scanning her naked body from head to toe. My possessive instincts flare.

You cannot look at what’s mine like that.

“Let’s start the bidding at ten thousand.”

Let the games begin.

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