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But I know the life he took was to protect me even if he didn’t know about the baby at the time.

It all started in room Seventeen. I found what I never knew I wanted there and now I can't imagine my life any other way. There is love after pain and betrayal.

I cross the room and slip into bed with Dante where he cuddles our three-month-old daughter close to his chest. I slip my hand into his and we stay like that with our fingers linked over our child. If it’s his biologically none of us know for sure, but those gray eyes of hers are very telling.

“Thank you for loving me,” I whisper into the darkness, no longer afraid of what stares back at me. Seattle's Club Genesis is well underway and I’ve started my training—both in all weapons and full contact. Dante says I am a natural with a blade. Con thinks I could have been a gold Olympian medalist with the power of my right hook and my Bastian loves getting a weapon in my hand every day of the week.

As for what I think…I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my daughter. Even kill.

“Thank you for teaching us how to love.” Bastian moves in behind me and his words are low so as not to wake the baby. Con closes the door to our bedroom and settles at my feet. He lays his head on my thigh and we fall asleep knowing tomorrow we will rise and strengthen our kingdom together. One united by love and forged at Club Sin. Maybe we should have our wedding there. I tuck that idea away and let my dreams carry me into the future with my three bratva men.

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You meet a lot of characters in this book. For Arabelle’s story read Reaper. For more of Club Sin from me read Room One, Room Eight and Room Two.

Read on for the first chapter of Reaper on the next page.

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Thank you for coming to Club Sin: Chicago and visiting Room Seventeen. I hope you enjoyed your stay. See what fantasies are being fulfilled next in Room Eighteen by Ember Davis by tapping the link here.

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CLUB SIN

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Chapter One

Arabelle

One night of sin.

Our little secret.

What are you waiting for?

Let Club Sin New Orleans sate your every sinful desire.

Ay Dios m io.I almost feel the need to say a Hail Mary and cross myself. That’s the good Catholic girl I was raised to be doing the talking. The bad girl sinner side of me passes the tip of her tongue over the blunt edge of her teeth and lets a wild fantasy race through her mind. Without the funds, in my bank account, this is as close as I can get to a place like Club Sin.

Besides, could I really let loose at a place like that? Probably not. The broke waitress in me would want to refill drinks and make sure everyone had what they needed. Can’t fix muscle reflex after four years of training. But still, my mind played with the idea. It’s like allowing yourself a sliver of the chocolate cake you’re craving instead of wolfing down the whole damn thing.

A strong kindling of curiosity peaks inside me as I continue watching the moving billboard fifty feet overhead. Three heavily inked and pierced men full of arrogant swagger and carnal knowledge surround a woman dripping in gold body paint. What would it be like to be the object of three men’s desires all night long? Hell, I would settle for one. With five hundred and thirty-two days of a dry spell, my body heats at the prospect of being a queen for a night to just about anyone willing.

An aura of intoxicating arousal bleeds through the screen as they each take the willing woman’s mouth in a sultry kiss before turning back to the viewer.

Wow.

My gasp is primal and then it all whooshes out on a long sigh. My heart fills with a desire for freedom and to be the owner of my own life.

Mesmerized, I’m unable to look away. I mean it’s a billboard, but it strikes a nerve. Together they paint a fantasy a girl like me could never pull off. But I will say, all the romance books stuffing my kindle and limited apartment shelves have nailed one thing. The forbidden is always the most tempting.

“What are you looking at, babe?”


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