“You heard me. I’m pregnant with your baby, Forge. We’re going to be a family.” A tear slipped from her eye. How could she keep this from him without cracking? This was huge news. The best news he’d ever gotten in his life.
He felt like shit about what just went down when his woman was carrying his child. Forge folded her into his arms, barely able to contain his own emotions. His thoughts went all the way back to his bullshit childhood. And he remembered the sterile white of the home Beth grew up in. Things would be a hell of a lot different for their baby. It would know love, security, and happiness—they’d both make sure of that.
“We already are a family, sweetheart.” He kissed her hard on the lips, knowing Beth was the only woman he’d ever love. Taking her in exchange for a debt was the best thing he’d ever done.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
TAKING HER INNOCENCE
Killer of Kings, 1
Sam Crescent & Stacey Espino
Copyright © 2017
Sample Chapter
“You think you can handle it?” Boss asked.
Viper stared out across the parking lo
t. A lot of shoppers were milling around today, going about their own pathetic lives, believing they were the most important thing in the world.
None of them had any idea that one of the world’s deadliest killers was amongst them. He was part of an elite group of mercenaries. He killed for the money. Whoever offered the highest bounty, he took it. He never asked questions, and he never cared about the people he killed. This was a job to him, something he was good at.
“Why can’t I handle it? Send me a picture of the girl. I’ll do the rest.”
“She has to die of natural causes.”
Viper snorted. “No problem.”
He had one month to find a woman, and to end her life. Piece of cake. He had lots of ways of killing a woman, and this would be no different.
“Deposit the money, and I’ll call you if I need more.” Viper whistled as he made his way toward the car. He put the groceries in the trunk, got behind the wheel, and waited.
Her picture came through his cell phone, and he stared at the girl in question. She couldn’t have been older than fifteen, but from what Boss had told him, she was nearly twenty-one years old, and had been on the run for nearly six months. Curious.