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Warmth traveled through him. He heard nothing else or demanded more from her with words. It wasn’t what she said that broke his control, it was the soft way she said it. The meaning behind it. That she said it in front of all Club Sin members made everything right, in what had seemed so many complications.

Nothing lay between them. No pain. No concern. Only acceptance of her will into his hands. Thrusting into her with hard, punishing thrusts, he took what belonged to him. He pumped into her not as a way to pleasure her, but a method to own her.

Possess her
.

Each stroke made his muscles quiver, and his sac brushed against the saddle below. The vibration sent a sizzle through him, clenching his jaw. Continuing to press her chest down, her body shook beneath him, and he forced her to ride out another climax. As his body tightened, his release so close drawing up his balls, he gripped her hip and leveled her with hard thrusts, leaving her no choice but to obey his command.

His cock hardened inside her, growing larger, and she shouted, “Come. S …”

Slapping her ass with heavy thuds, he roared, “Four. Go!”

And she obeyed him—without a single hesitation.

Screaming and shuddering beneath him, her cunt tightened like a vise grip around him, as her cum bathed over his shaft. Then he was bucking and jerking, forgetting about her round ass, warm from his swats and flogging. He lost himself in his climax, which forced his mouth shut as he rode her ruthlessly.

By the time her inner walls released him, massaging at his spent cock, sweat from his forehead dripped onto her back. His lungs tightened with each breath, but he withdrew from her,
gritting his teeth against the sensitivity on his cockhead.

Leaning over her, he turned off the vibe and didn’t doubt Ella’s high squeak was from both pleasure and pain. A clit as sensitive as hers, played with in the manner he had, would be sore.

He gathered her in his arms and moved to the wall next to them, placing her back against it. “This one, beautiful, will be up close and personal.” He stared into her glassy eyes, seeing the effects of the pleasure on her dozy expression. Tears of ecstasy were in her eyes. He sensed the exhaustion of her body as he supported her weight when he lowered her legs to the floor.

He dropped his hand to between her hot, creamy thighs and his fingers found her slick heat. “Tell me why I want this last orgasm from you.”

Her gaze held hers, and her makeup ran down the sides of her flushed cheeks.
So fucking breathtaking
. Then she said with a coarse voice, “You’re taking what belongs to you, as I am yours, sir.”

“Yes, Ella, you are,” he murmured. “Always looking at me. Always in my space.
Mine
.” Holding her with an arm wrapped around back, he brushed his fingers over her clit. She whimpered, yet he ignored her objection. He lowered his fingers and found her drenched slit. Then he pushed his fingers inside her, and finger-fucked her with force.

Angling his fingers against her G-spot, he increased the speed and the pressure. His palm banged against her sensitive clit on each thrust and her eyes became huge, clear and focused. Then she screamed in a way he had never heard from her: part shock, part euphoria.

Locked in his stare, she gasped, “C-c-c-oooome.”

“Five.” He pumped his fingers
harder … faster … deeper
. “Go.”

Her pussy tightened and released, and did so again. Then her cum washed down his palm, traveling a path down his forearm. When the moisture stopped and her inner walls eased against his fingers, he dragged his soaked hand along her thigh, showing exactly what he’d done to her.

She sagged against him and he gripped her tighter, pinning her against the wall and his sweaty body. Loud clapping from the crowd echoed through the dungeon. Apparently, he’d given a good show.

He cared nothing of it, his attention remained on Ella. On the beauty that had knocked him right on his ass, made his life messy, and then somehow gave him more than he’d ever thought he’d receive.

Ignoring the loud hollers coming from the crowd, he threaded his hand into her hair and tugged, keeping her locked into his hold. “Tell me, Ella.” His breath rushed from his lungs, his heart hammering in his ears. “And don’t make me ask you to repeat your answer.”

Happy and exhausted tears flooded her eyes, tears that spoke of undying love. “Here, in your hold, things are right. Here, I’m safe. Here, nothing else matters.”

Squeezing his fingers so damn tight in her hair, overcome with raw emotion, he added, “This, us, it’s forever. I love you, Ella.”

A tear slid down her cheek, and he caught the moisture with his finger, as he’d catch every single tear after it. She brought her mouth close to his, staring at him with the adoring eyes he’d longed for. “I love you, too. Here is my
home
.”

For Sue Grimshaw. A friend. A kick-ass editor. And the woman with the magical wand that makes dreams come true!

As always, a huge shout-out to Sue Grimshaw, who is the best supporter an author could have in her corner.

To my agent, Jessica Alvarez, thank you for all that you do and for always being there when I need you most.

Lea Griffith, I don’t know what I would do without you! Every girl needs a great friend, and I’ve sure found a special one in you!

Gina Gordon deserves a big mention for brainstorming
Desired
with me. Her advice made writing this book easier and she had a huge helping hand in the final chapter. Thanks for being an awesome writing buddy and a terrific friend.

To my readers, your love and support keeps me writing! All your e-mails and kind words really do brighten my days!

Last, a big thank-you goes out to Brian S. Eaves, who answered my endless questions about police procedure and didn’t once turn me away. His responses made my job easier, and I am beyond grateful. And to Sophie Grey, for introducing us and helping out an author in need!

To everyone at Random House, from marketing to cover artists to everyone in between, I’m humbled to have found such a wonderful home for my writing.

B
Y
S
TACEY
K
ENNEDY

Claimed
Bared
Desired

Coming Soon:

Awakened
Tamed

STACEY KENNEDY is the
USA Today
bestselling author of the Club Sin series. Growing up, Stacey’s mind wandered the path less traveled, and that path most often led to love. She has always broken rules and she continues to feed off emotion—always staying true to her heart. Those traits are now the bones of her stories. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame, and their two young children. If she’s not on Mom duty or plugging away at a new story, you’ll find Stacey camping in the summer, hibernating in the winter, and obsessing over
Penny Dreadful, Game of Thrones
, and
Sons of Anarchy
.

July is a month of celebration—Independence Day is a holiday we remember with picnics, parades, and fireworks. I feel like celebrating this month’s Loveswept releases in the same way; they make me want to shout in jubilation to let the world know about all our fantastic summer reads.

Coinciding with the heat of the summer we begin with Shelley Ann Clark’s Loveswept debut,
Have Mercy
, where two damaged souls discover that when they’re together, their bodies hit all the right notes. Following that is
USA Today
bestselling author Stacey Kennedy’s next installment in her successful Club Sin BDSM series,
Desired
, featuring the hotly anticipated Kyler. Continuing with the warmth of the season comes
New York Times
bestselling author Tracy Wolff’s long-awaited sequel in her Ethan Frost series,
Addicted
. Then more love on the lam with Juliet Rosetti’s
The Sexiest Man Alive
, continuing Mazie’s on-again-off-again relationship with certified hottie Ben Labeck. Jennifer Chance’s
Fake It
then sparks some serious combustion between a sexy biker and a corporate go-getter who’s ready to let her hair down. And finishing up the month is Lavinia Kent’s sumptuous novel of sensual discovery,
Mastering the Marquess
.

Classic Loveswept relaunches another of our favorites,
A Tough Man to Tame
, by
New York Times
bestselling author Iris Johansen—the unforgettable story of a brilliant young woman and the sexy financial wizard with the power to make her dreams come true.

And ladies, don’t miss Flirt’s release of
Awaken
, book two in Lori Adams’s Soulkeepers series, featuring the hottest love triangle in this life—or the next.

See, I told you July deserves a great celebration!

∼Happy Romance!

Gina Wachtel

Associate Publisher

Read on for an excerpt from

Have Mercy

by Shelley Ann Clark

Available from Loveswept

The first time Tom heard Emme’s voice, he dropped a bottle of gin.

Having heard and played with a lot of bands over the years, he’d never seen anything quite as entrancing as Emme. She looked like she’d walked out of a 1960s wet dream, all teased blond hair and dark eyeliner and curves. The bass groove of her first song had Tom ignoring his customers even before she opened her mouth.

Her voice damn near melted his spine. It was big and dark, full of longing so fierce it brought tears to his eyes. Her phrasing was meticulous. He heard desire in her voice, and he longed to give her whatever she wanted. By the time the first song was over, he ached to play in her band. More than that, he halfway wanted to crawl inside her songs and live there.

Once the first song ended, he pulled himself together enough to pay attention to his bar, but he still found himself staring at her every moment he had the chance. His fingers absently shaped chords and played notes against the polished wood of the bar, and he hummed harmonies as he poured drinks for his customers.

At the break, all Tom wanted was a cigarette and a chance to talk to Emme, but the rush never slowed. He did talk to Andy, the bassist and a friend he’d played with a few times.

“She’s good, huh?” Andy grinned. “Told you.”

“I believed you or I wouldn’t have booked you without hearing her first. I trust you.” Tom poured a vodka tonic for a thin brunette as he talked. “But damn.”

“Yeah. She gets that reaction a lot. Writes all the songs, too.”

Tom shook his head in disbelief before he made change for a guy in a non-ironic trucker cap. “I’d love to sit in sometime.”

Andy raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You may get your chance. They’re going on tour in two months and there’s no way I can keep my day job and go. They’ll need a bassist. Want me to recommend you?”

“How long?”

“Two months. Mostly through the Southeast. College towns.”

Two months away from the bar. Ouch
. Tom opened a Sam Adams for Andy.
Two months
away from Katie
. “I don’t know, man. I’ll have to think about it.”

“It’s a good gig. She pays well. Dave and Guillermo are pretty cool, too.”

For the rest of the set, that was all Tom thought about. That, and how to get a chance to talk to Emme, even though he suspected he’d sound like some high school kid asking the prettiest girl in school to the prom. He was considering bringing her a glass of the two hundred and fifty-dollar scotch that had been gathering dust under the bar as a tribute when his cell phone buzzed in his pocket.

COME GET ME, the text message read.

Tom sighed and rubbed his temples. He’d offered to pick up his sister if she ever had too much to drink, but that had been when she was sixteen. She was twenty-five now. She knew Tom was working.

CALL A CAB, he texted back. He slid his phone back into his pocket and closed out the tab of a couple who were pulling on their coats. They’d barely signed their credit card slip when his jeans vibrated again.