Are you ready for Toxin?
It's release week for Toxin!! He will be ready and waiting for you on Wednesday ;)
In the meantime, how about a teaser to hold you over? Check it out below!
“That’s why you have to trust me. That’s why you have to cooperate. Because if you don’t, I risk the only other family I’ve ever known being slaughtered at the hands of a man I can’t control. A man I can’t save them from. Help us, Natasha. Tell us what you know. Anyone. Brynn. Grave. Any of the other girls. A child. Someone. Please.” I gazed into her eyes as my guard slipped down. I couldn't help it. It was the first time I’d ever recounted that story to someone since Brewer first found me on the streets. Since Brewer took me in. Since Brewer brought me in front of the guys and helped make me a prospect so I could work and make money for myself. I expected Natasha to push me away. To spit in my face. Or start yelling again. But instead, her hands slid up my arms. Rumbled over my muscles. Until her warm, velvety hands cupped either side of my neck. “If you can protect me from Ivan, I’ll help,” she whispered. I swallowed hard. “Who’s Ivan?” “My life before the mafia.” “Boyfriend?” She nodded. “Not nice boyfriend?” She nodded again. “How many times did you try to get away?” She swallowed hard. “Four. And he put me in the hospital twice before resorting to other tactics to punish me.” “What did he do to you, Natasha?” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Just promise me you’ll—” My hands came up at the speed of light. I cupped the nape of her neck and the back of her head. I pulled her closer. I felt her breath against my lips. And as her feet locked around the back of my calves, I held her eyes to mine. I refused to let her go as my eyes danced between hers. “What. Did he do to you?” I asked. Her eyes watered. “The third time I ran, he locked me in his basement until I promised not to do it again. And when I ran a fourth time, he—” I placed my forehead against hers. “I swear to fuck on high, you’re safe here.” She let out a shuddering breath. “The fourth time, he beat me until I couldn't move out of bed to try and leave again.” I fisted her hair. The anger that swelled in my veins was enough to level an entire fucking state. Our noses nuzzled together, her body jumping with her sobs. I didn’t want her to cry. It broke my soul to listen to such a strong, stubborn ass woman cry. And as my head tilted off to the side, I did the only thing I could do to stop her from tainting her skin with such agonizing streaks of salted water. I pressed my lips against hers. Until our teeth clattered together with our kissing.