Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | His Beauty |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Sam Crescent |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | 9781773398365 |
| Book Information: | |
Meghan Bell knows her sister, Rose, is trouble. When crime-lord Damon Travers arrives at their door demanding his money, she knows things are about to go bad. Her sister can’t pay, so it’s up to Meghan to make him stop hurting her sister. She now belongs to one of the most dangerous men in the city. She’s a virgin, and he’s going to teach her everything. Damon’s not particularly interested in having an innocent, but he can’t turn Meghan away. He wants her, and he’s going to have her. The moment he takes her cherry and feels her around him, there’s no telling how long he’s going to want her. Rose will pay off the debt she owes him, but with Meghan, he’s going to have fun. Meghan doesn’t want to give this monster her heart, but how can she deny his soft side—the side that makes her feel like a queen? There’s no one else she could ever want. But Damon’s life is dark and twisted, and it’s now a fight to keep the woman that calls to his soul. Will she give him all that he needs, or leave him? | |
| Books by Author: | Sam Crescent Books |
Chapter One
“No. No. No. No!”
Meghan Bell looked at her sister Rose, and didn’t know what the hell to do. The moment someone started banging on their apartment door, Rose started to act crazy. Tucking her hair behind her ears, Meghan stared at her sister, then at the door.
“What the hell is going on?” she asked. She’d never seen her sister like this before. Meghan made a step toward the door, but Rose caught her arm.
“You can’t go.”
“Why?”
“You can’t let them in.”
“Take a look, Rose. They’re coming in one way or the other.” She stared at her sister. Rose’s brown eyes were dilated, and Meghan saw the panic inside them. “No, Rose, tell me you don’t have a clue who that is trying to get inside our place.”
Rose was eight years older than she was. At twenty-two years old, Meghan was more the grownup than her sister. She’d bailed her out of so much. Since their parents died when Meghan was eighteen, they’d only had each other.
While she’d devoted her time to her studies and work, Rose went the other way, drinking, partying and discovering a love of heroin, cocaine, pills of any kind.
“I … erm … I needed the money, Meg. You know what it’s like.”
“I gave you money yesterday.”
“I … you don’t know what it’s like to be me. To feel everything that I’m going through. I need the pills, and the measly two hundred dollars isn’t going to cut it, Meghan. I needed it so badly. You know how I get.”
Meghan didn’t even know who she was looking at anymore. This sister of hers didn’t care about her at all.
“Open the door,” Meghan said.
“No, we can’t. We have to hide.”
“Who did you take the money from?” Meghan glared at her sister, waiting for an answer. Living in the city, she knew without a doubt there were a lot of people who’d be more than happy to break down the door in the middle of the night. They were two women, and rape wasn’t beneath a lot of loan sharks. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not ever. Her anger came to her instantly. She didn’t want to hate her sister, but right then, right there, she felt it coiling inside her, threatening to spill out.
Rose bit her lip, her eyes looking wild as if she was on something. Fear raced down Meghan’s spine, but she refused to think about what could possibly scare her sister this badly.
“Damon Travers.”
The fear was necessary.
She’d never personally met the man, but he was a big deal around these parts, and by these parts, she meant the poorest section of the city. Where people were willing to sell their souls or their kids just to get by. She hated it, but there was nowhere else they could afford. Not after Rose used their inheritance to snort up her nose or inject into a vein. She was flashing the cash over four years ago but not now.
It sucked big time.
“Are you serious right now?”
“I’m so sorry, Meg. You know what it’s like.”
“No. I don’t know what it’s like. I don’t know what any of this is like.” She ran fingers through her bed hair, hating everything right now. “We can’t ignore it.” She was shocked they hadn’t barged through yet.
“We’ve got to run.”
“There’s no running.” She knew enough that running from Damon would only make it worse. Pulling out of her sister’s hold, she charged toward the door. “Please stop banging or whatever it is you’re doing. I’m about to open the door.” She called out loud enough to be heard.
The banging ceased, and her heart raced.
Closing her eyes, she sent a little prayer in the hope their parents were watching them.
Removing the lock, she flicked the catch and opened the door.
Three huge men marched inside, and she moved quickly out of the way as they charged her sister. Within a matter of seconds, one of them had Rose, one hand at her throat, the other banded around her waist.
Her hands shook as the man she assumed was Damon Travers entered in behind everyone else.
Considering the size of him, she was a little shocked that he needed guards. He was fucking huge, and that was putting it lightly. The suit looked like it was going to tear any second with the expanse of his muscles. He frowned as he stepped into the apartment. Not wanting anyone to know their business, she closed the door and moved as far away as she could get.
“What took you so long?” he asked. His voice was laced with anger.
Folding her arms across her chest, she watched her sister. Rose looked completely helpless, and it was a struggle to stand in the one spot to see her so afraid.
She’s older than you.
She borrowed money.
“I’m sorry,” Rose said.
“Where’s my money?” Damon asked.