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I’m sharing exclusive weekly scenes from my work-in-progress, Unholy Intentions, and it’s going to be intensely hot!

What’s Unholy Intentions About?
Meet Cleric Ward, a modern-day warrior priest from the Ruthless Alphas world, who’s more likely to crush hearts than save them. He’s tasked with protecting Hailey Saintpatrick, the daughter of a powerful tycoon, from a dangerous stalker. The only catch? The stalker’s identity is a mystery, and only Ward has the elite skills to find him. Meanwhile, he needs to keep Hailey safe. But can he protect her from himself? 😈

This story will pull you into a whirlwind of danger, desire, and delicious tension. And you can read it all as it is written—scene by steamy scene—only on my Patreon!

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Sneak Peek from Chapter One
I wouldn’t be a true Dark Romance author if I didn’t tease you with a little sample, right? 😏 Here’s a snippet from Unholy Intentions:

“Cleric Ward, Sir!” The guardians salute as my steps echo down the hallway of the Loveless palace. I nod in response. As their Brother Superior, I don’t have to reciprocate the greeting, but I always do. Our caste is rarely on the receiving end of courtesy—or the giving one, for that matter. Small tokens of civility from their superiors are important to the men.

The doors of the Loveless study swing open to receive me. The Cleric is never made to wait, even when we are the ones summoned. When the grand chair swivels around, revealing Kelly’s face instead of her husband’s, Marius, I halt in place. 

“Oh come on, Priest,” she says in a studied husky voice, “at least pretend you’re glad to see me.”

“The Order didn’t employ me for my acting skills, Mrs. Loveless.”

She purses her plump red lips. “Mrs. Loveless. So we’re back to protocol.” She brushes invisible lint off her red suit jacket. “That’s too bad, Cleric Ward. I rather liked it when we were on a first-name basis.” 

I square my shoulders and lift my chin, staring over her head like the military clergyman I am. 

“Awaiting your orders.” My voice comes out clipped. I won’t give her another chance to sit me down and climb on my lap. Sure enough, a seat is the next thing she offers by wordlessly gesturing to a cherry-cushioned, royal-looking chair angled toward her desk.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

“Okay, straight to business then,” she says.

She runs a hand through her hair, ruffling her wavy blonde strands casually as if she didn’t have some poor maid sweat to death styling them this morning. But nothing about Kelly’s flawless appearance is natural, and nothing about her persona is kind or accommodating. Her staff is permanently on-edge, their forced smiles imbued with terror. It’s not like they can just up and quit their job if they’ve had it. The only way anyone has ever left the Loveless family’s employment was in a body bag.

She opens a drawer, retrieves something, and slaps it on the glossy surface of her desk. I arch an eyebrow.

“A paper file?” 

“I know the Cleric is big on tech, but this is a delicate matter.” 

“All of the Order’s assignments are delicate. Besides, let me remind you the Cleric’s systems can’t be hacked, and we have—”

“You have the biggest tech brains working for you, I know, we all do, but this assignment, well…It’s special.” She flips the file open and turns it around so I can take a look. 

My eyes fall on the picture of a woman. Young, probably in her early twenties, a melancholy in her eyes that slows me down in my perusal. A mysterious kind of longing drips out of large hazel eyes, her naturally rosy lips slightly parted, like the camera caught her off guard.  

My eyebrows dip as I imagine a d*** shoved between her sweetly-shaped lips, robbing them of their innocence, fingers tangling in those rings of honey-brown, just-woke-up hair. My c*** jolts in my pants, and it’s all I can do not to grab it. My back snaps even straighter – what the fuck was that?

“Who is she?” I keep my voice straight and my features schooled because I can, but it’s been ages since my c*** reacted to a woman at first sight, let alone one in a fucking picture. I’m more guilty of the sin of pride than I’ve ever been of the sin of lust. Especially pride at how resilient I am to the opposite sex, no matter how skilled the temptress, and Kelly Loveless is living proof of that. 

“Her name is Hailey Saintpatrick,” Kelly informs me. “And she is your new client. Or, rather, her father is.” She flips to the next page of the file. Another picture, this time depicting a very large man in a very expensive suit. He sports a thick beard, a scowl, and his nose is bashed in. A former boxer. He’s way past his prime in this picture, but his clothes, the mansion in the background, and the famous faces surrounding him, scream a shameless amount of money and influence. 

“Bobby ‘Robster’ Saintpatrick. You’ve probably heard of him.”

“Can’t say I have.” 

“For a world-class fighter, you know impressively little about martial arts,” Kelly bites.

 “I know a lot about martial arts. Just not the kinds that make pretty boys famous.”

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