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Update:

Soooo, I republished all of the Crime Lord Series and am just waiting for the book proofs to come in.

This week, I have an appointment with my cover designer to do a combo cover for the first 3 books in the Singed Series + smaller paperbacks. Since I needed to provide cover templates, I decided it's time I added the content/trigger warning page. I already did so for Possessing Violet and the Crime Lord Series, but delayed on this series, mostly because it takes so much time and it wasn't urgent.

Since I'm updating everything, I decided to finalize that bonus scene I wrote from Roth's POV a couple of months ago from Chapter 18 in Bitter Heat. It'll now be included in the back of book 1, available once you sign up to my newsletter. I'll send out an email some time this week so those who are already subscribed will have it.

I haven't done this much admin work in a while. I forgot how taxing, tedioius, and mind-numbingly dull it is. OMG. I also forgot how to do some of it so that was stressful. LOL. But, I'm getting to the end of it all so there's light at the end of the tunnel!

Bonus Scene, Roth's POV Chapter 18:

He gorged on Jasmine’s taste as she rode his face. Her hips moved in a frantic rhythm as she tried to blot out the dream that made her wake in tears. He approved of her purging method. His cock jerked as her fingers tunneled into his hair and gripped hard as she bucked against his tongue. Her breath hitched as he latched onto her clit. He leaked precum when her wet thighs began to shake. 

He was grateful when she slid down his body and slipped his rock-hard cock inside of her. He bared his teeth, barely holding back a curse as her tight sheath enveloped him. It had been a long fucking week without her. Allowing her to stay in New York had been a mistake he had no intention of repeating. Once she was bound to him again, he would make sure she was always within reach. 

Moonlight gilded her face as she took what she needed from him. She released low moans in between pants, but there was still sorrow etched on her face and a tinge of desperation for a release from the pain that still dogged her. 

He wrapped his hand in her hair and yanked her mouth down to his. He kissed her deep, swiping his tongue over hers so she could taste herself. She made a sound of protest and tried to draw back, but he wouldn’t allow it. He needed her here, with him, not stuck in the past. Not stuck on the man who made his life hell. 

For years, he fantasized about punishing her for leaving him. For not giving him a second chance and running to her father instead. He thought he would relish the sight of her suffering, but watching her fall apart this afternoon, rocking herself as she grieved alone, made him feel like he was coming out of his skin. 

The violent emotions that engulfed him made him bark at the pilot to go faster, even though he knew they were traveling as quickly as possible. All he could do was pace. It didn’t help that Lyle Caruso’s eyes followed him, examining him like he was an animal at the zoo. He offered Lyle a lift back to the States, prepared to say whatever necessary to ensure Jasmine’s overprotective brother-in-law didn’t interfere in the ceremony tomorrow. But his plans and ability to focus vanished once he saw her breakdown on the penthouse cameras. He barely refrained from planting his fist in Caruso’s face as the bastard watched him with a faintly amused expression that irked the shit out of him. 

The unnatural heaviness in his chest hadn’t abated when he held her on his lap or when he bathed her. She’d looked bemused by his coddling. He felt like a fool, but he hoped it would alleviate the raw emotions that continued to roil in his chest. It hadn’t. Strange emotions hammered at him and tied his gut in knots. They kept him awake when she drifted to sleep. Kept him beside her, holding her instead of making phone calls or responding to dozens of emails. They raked at him now. Her sadness amplified what he was feeling to an unbearable degree. He needed it to stop. 

He splayed his hand on her lower back, keeping her in place as he allowed his body to take over and give them both relief. She cried out as he slammed home, and when she tried to scramble away, he wrapped an arm around her waist to make sure she stayed put. To take what he gave her. 

“Roth,” she panted. 

“You with me?” he said harshly. 

Her silky, tangled hair brushed over his face as he fucked her. 

“I’m always with you, even when I don’t want to be,” she whispered. 

“This is where you belong.” She didn’t belong with her father or sisters. They didn’t deserve her. She had always belonged to him and would have remained his if she hadn’t hidden herself and then run to her father to get her divorce. 

The familiar anger nipped at him, but he ignored it in favor of nirvana. He beckoned her out of her head and into her body. He didn’t stop until her eyes were glazed with desire, and she was chanting his name like a prayer. It wouldn’t take much to have her beg, but he wasn’t going to last. He needed her too badly. The second her body went rigid in orgasm, he erupted.

With his heart thundering in his ears and Jasmine sprawled bonelessly on top of him, his hand slid over her tacky skin to her round ass. Although her emotions had gone to ground that forlorn, “I don’t have anyone,” she’d said when she first woke needled him.

“You have me,” he stated.

He didn’t like her silence. 

He clutched her ass hard enough to make her moan. “You hear me?”

“Yes.” 

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I have you,” she said quietly.

He swept his hand up her spine and clasped the back of her neck. “You always did.”

His grip tightened as the truth of that statement struck him. Even after she left him, even after Maximus blackmailed him, even after he saw pictures of her with other men in the media, and read her books that documented men she’d betrayed him with—if she’d reached out to him, he would have done anything in his power to help her. 

He sensed her drift back to sleep. He could set her aside now. If he didn’t, the light sheen of sweat on their bodies would seal them together. Instead, he wrapped her more securely against him and buried his face in her hair. 

He soaked in the silence, his sated body, and the knowledge that in less than twenty-four hours, she’d be legally bound to him once more. He wasn’t sure why she wouldn’t sign the prenup, but she would. He’d meet her terms, whatever they were. 

Jasmine let out a whimper. Without thinking, he nuzzled her and then scowled, but it had the desired effect. She let out a shuddering sigh and rubbed her face against him before she settled, causing an annoying flutter in his chest. He gritted his teeth. 

If he were smart, he would steer clear of her. From the very beginning, his reaction to her had been out of character, extreme, and dangerous. Nothing had changed. If anything, it was worse. Their time at the cabin showed him that. He had to have her again. He’d alter plans he thought were set in stone. Make allowances when he never did for anyone else. Why? Because the sweet taste of vengeance paled in comparison to her. Jasmine was under his skin, but he was going to work her out of his system once and for all.

Sadly, this administrative load has taken up a lot of my writing time, but here's a snippy from book 4:

“I’m not going to die, princess. You missed my heart.”

**This is a raw draft of Bitter Sins. Please do not share or distribute.

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