Commanded
Club Sin # 6
By: Stacey Kennedy
Releasing July 7, 2015
ABOUT THE BOOK~
Club Sin comes alive once again in
this decadent new romance from USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy,
perfect for fans of Fifty Shades of Grey.
A
dedicated cop, Sawyer Quinn blows off steam by immersing himself in his role as
a Master at the hottest club in Las Vegas. But when Sawyer goes after the perp
who brutally beat his sister, he teams up with Chloe Nash, a sexy private
investigator who awakens a sweet new need: to keep her to himself, away from
the dungeon of Club Sin. Chloe is beautiful, smart, and too innocent for the
BDSM lifestyle. Sawyer’s never wanted a woman like this before. Is her love
worth swearing off the one thing that keeps him sane?
There’s
something different about Sawyer: a commanding strength that pulls Chloe into a
vortex of heady desire. But when she learns about his double life as a Dom,
she’s shocked—and afraid she could never complete him. Then he saves her life,
and just like that, Chloe knows she will be able to give him anything he
desires. She is his—wherever and however he wants to take her.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
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.
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EXCERPT~
“She’s
lucky to be alive.”
Sawyer heard his father’s
statement as he took in the sight before him. Even after a full minute of
standing in the hospital room he couldn’t process seeing his little sister,
Ashlyn, lying in the bed. The harsh scent of antiseptic in his nose, the
beeping noise coming from the monitor, and the morphine drip attached to the
needle in his sister’s hand all faded into the distance as the beaten state of
her face filled his vision.
Black and blue bruises covered her
cheekbones. Cuts and scratches spread over every inch of creamy white skin, and
stitches outlined the right side of her mouth. Only her long brown hair
remained untouched, and that lay beneath the bandages on her head.
Consumed with a wrath foreign to him,
Sawyer inhaled a sharp breath through his nose, controlling the desire to
explode. He fisted his hands and turned to his parents, Beth and Roger Quinn,
asking the obvious: “Where is Travis?”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,
son.” His father—a few inches shorter and slightly softer in the middle, with a
full head of salt-and-pepper hair—continued in a stony voice, “We need to wait
for Ashlyn to wake up. We can’t make assumptions about who attacked her.”
Sawyer heard what his father said, but
the darkness rushing into his Roger’s hazel eyes contradicted his words, a
confirmation to Sawyer and what he suspected. Travis, Ashlyn’s boyfriend of
three months, had done this to her.
His father added, “The police are
involved and are interviewing friends and acquaintances to see if anyone knew
anything or saw anything out of the ordinary.”
“This attack is brutal, and based on
what I’ve seen, it looks personal.” As Sawyer spoke he gestured to his beaten
baby sister. “Look at her, for Christ’s sake.” Sawyer was a cop, and he’d seen
it before. A beating like this, so intense and violent, typically involved
someone the victim knew. “We all know Travis is capable of this and more.”
Travis was an up-and-coming mixed
martial arts fighter and had the skills to beat someone into unconsciousness.
Sawyer suspected Travis had used steroids on more than one occasion, and he’d
seen evidence of Travis’s ’roid rage from time to time. It had never been
directed at his baby sister before, though.
“Look at what he’s done to her.” His
mother sobbed against Sawyer’s chest, her short curly blond hair tickling his
neck as she clung to his black T-shirt. “How could he do this?”
Anger bit into Sawyer like a sharp
blade while he examined his battered sister. So sweet, so tiny, and so
young—she had turned twenty-two only three weeks ago. He was eleven years
older, and he had always tried to protect her. His parents hadn’t planned on
having a second child—given his mother’s endometriosis, they had thought that
conceiving again after Sawyer’s birth would have been impossible. They were
shocked when they found out about her pregnancy, but Sawyer was overjoyed that
he’d have a playmate, even if it was a much younger sister.
“He’ll be arrested.” Sawyer gently
rubbed his mother’s back. “Don’t doubt that.”
“How will she recover from this? My
poor baby . . .”
His mother’s despairing voice made
Sawyer vividly imagine pummeling Travis. Sawyer rejected the thought; as a
member of the police force, sworn to serve and protect, he had to let justice
be served through the law. Having served in the military and now as a member of
Las Vegas’s SWAT team, however, he’d found that sometimes his morals got in the
way of what his heart wanted to do, and right now what his heart wanted was to
make Travis feel pain.
He held on to his mother tightly,
feeling her trembling beneath his arms, and it made Sawyer realize just how
Travis had broken into a happy life full of happy memories. In his line of
work, he often saw people who experienced horrific childhoods. Not Sawyer and
Ashlyn. Their dad, a white-collar worker, had always exceeded the role of a
father. His mother, a stay-at-home mom, lived through her children. Travis had
brought darkness into the Quinn family.
Sawyer wouldn’t forget that.
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