The Fall of the Amador Cartel Series Bundle

I’m the female heir to LA’s underground empire, which makes love a liability. But there are two men I won’t give up … no matter the cost.

One is my first love, a man my ruthless father had beaten more than a decade ago for daring to touch me. He’s back in town and those feelings have been rekindled with a vengeance.

The other is my bodyguard, a man who would take a bullet for me, and nearly dies trying to do just that. 

Daring to bring us together for one explosive night of passion puts all three of our lives on a collision course with one of the most deadly Mexican cartels. For some reason my father’s oldest enemy is after me, and uncovering my family’s dark secrets might be the only way to protect the men I love.

Immerse yourself in this dark, high-stakes series featuring two families whose lives are entwined. The series includes:

• Forbidden Love
• Second-Chance Romance
• MM Friends-to-Lovers
• Strong, Independent Heroines

Excerpt from Mad Dog:

I’m a fucking reckless fool. Kissing Celeste might be the worst decision I’ve ever made, if I don’t count making love to her in this very spot twelve years ago. But something about the way she touched our initials made me snap, and there’s no going back. 

A hungry growl rises up inside me when her lips part and she slips her arms around my neck. I didn’t lie to Leo—she really was my first kiss, but she was more than that. She was my first everything, and I want so much to revisit that sweet moment. Ever since that night, I’ve wondered if we really fit together as well as I remember or if it was just a fabrication of my teenage hormones and the fact that I was fucking a girl for the first time. 

She molds her body to me, her tongue decisive as it plunges into my mouth. I back her up against the locker hard and she gasps, dropping her hands to steady herself. Curling my fingers into her hair, I pull back to look at her. I want to fix this moment in my mind because there can never be another. She was off-limits then, and after Saturday night’s events, I’m positive that hasn’t changed. 

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I breathe. Her hair is lighter than it was, a cascade of burnished bronze that fades to gold at the ends, so silky I want to bury my face in it. Her eyes blaze with need, and her chest heaves. 

I dip my head, kissing her more slowly. I glide my tongue along her lower lip, tasting her and savoring the moment, then slide my lips along her jaw and inhale her scent. She smells like honey and ginger, and her skin is sweet when I graze my teeth at the base of her neck and lick. 

She arches into me, her hands coming up to rest against my chest, and her nails dig in as I make my way lower. I slide one hand down her side, resting it at her hip. With the other, I cup her breast, heft and squeeze. Her pupils dilate when I drift my thumb across her nipple through the fabric of her dress. 

The dress is wrapped across her torso, tied at the waist. I tug at the end of the belt and it falls open, baring one breast covered in deep-blue lace. I sink down onto the bench and pull her between my legs, press my lips to her sternum, and nuzzle the edge of the lace, nipping with my teeth. Her nails graze through the short hair covering my scalp, sending zings of awareness down my spine. Our first time was like this, just as desperate, but back then I had no idea we’d be ripped apart so fast and for so long. This time I want to remember every second because it’s unlikely I’ll get another chance.

I tug her bra down and her breast emerges, pushed up and toward me by the underwire. Her nipple is hard and dusky pink against her golden skin. I capture it between my lips, my dick pulsing with the dig of her nails into my scalp and the desperate moan that reaches my ears. Tearing at the other side of her dress, I pull it aside and free her other breast, nip the tip with my teeth, then suck while I pinch the other between my fingers. 

Her body arches toward me, head banging back against the metal bank of lockers behind her. I keep teasing her breasts with tongue and teeth while I slide my hands beneath her dress. The belt slips free and the sides fall open as if in answer to my unconscious prayer. 

She isn’t the teenage girl I remember, the one who was so self-conscious of her budding curves she didn’t see how beautiful she was. She’s confident and unapologetic now, not the least bit modest about how much I’ve revealed. When I lean back to take her in, my heart pounding, she straightens up and grabs a handful of my shirt as if to tug it off. 

I snag her hand and claim her fingers, shaking my head. “Let me take care of you, sweetness. I want to do something we never had time to before.” 

Gripping her by the hips, I push her back a step until her ass hits the lockers, then lean over and press a kiss to her soft belly. Her panties are the same deep blue lace as her bra, hugging her hips as if painted on. I hook my index fingers into the top just below her navel, and slide them around to her hips, tugging down. My hands shake, which is crazy, but I haven’t touched a woman I had any feelings for since the last time I touched her. Of course, it could also be raw fear because of how fucking dangerous I’m sure it is to touch this woman.

Pausing with her panties just past the swell of her hips, I have to close my eyes and regroup. Her pussy is completely bare, her swollen lips shining with wetness. 

“I’m so fucking dead,” I murmur even as I lean in, my mouth already watering for a taste.