Book & Author Details:
Heart of a Thief
by Ella Miles
Publication date: June 26th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Synopsis:
I’m the villain in most romances.
I’m a thief that steals happily ever afters.
Except unlike most romances love doesn’t conquer me, I conquer it.
I’ve stolen countless women from unsuspecting men.
Gotten my one night with them.
And then watched the heartbreak that occurs in my wake.
Love doesn’t survive once I enter the picture, if it ever existed at all.
Although, stealing Sloane might be my greatest challenge of all.
Asher is a villain trying to a put a horrible life behind him by doing the only two things he knows to do: surf and steal. Sloane is an angel that runs a charity helping children needing a fresh start. Asher will do anything to have her. There is just one problem…she’s about to marry another man.
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Excerpt:
I grab a beer out of the mini
fridge while I wait to see if Danielle is coming up or not. I pop the cap off
against the counter in my hotel room and then bring the cold liquid to my lips
as I stare at the door.
I met Danielle three weeks ago. It
was a lucky happenstance really. Well, lucky for me, not so lucky for her. I
met her like I meet most of my targets—in a bar. She was with her fiancé,
minding her own business, just having a drink at the bar, when he was called
away for work. That was when I stepped in and gave her the attention that she
was so desperate for.
That’s all it took. One night of
being nice to her, and I knew I could steal her from her fiancé. I knew it
wouldn’t take long. I probably could have had her that night if I really
wanted. But that’s not my game. Cheating isn’t enough. Many a men take back
fiancées or wives who have cheated on them. No, I don’t entice the women so
that they will cheat on their husbands. I hit on the women to steal them and
make them mine—at least, until I get bored with them.
I’m not looking for anything
long-term. I’ve never dated a woman for longer than a few weeks after claiming
her as mine. Others, I get bored with much faster. I’m not really after the
women. I’m after the chase that comes with stealing them away, and that
satisfies the rush I used to get when I stole objects instead of people.
I don’t know which makes me a worse
person. Stealing things like cars, money, or jewelry. Or stealing women and
their hearts. But, this way, at least I don’t have to worry about going to
jail.
I sit on the edge of the bed as I
take another sip of my beer. I thought tonight was the night I would claim her.
I thought tonight was the night I would steal her away. But, as every second
passes, I become less sure of myself.
Maybe Danielle loves her fiancé,
Wade, more than I thought she did.
I hear a soft knock on my door.
Once, twice, and then a pause before the third knock. I grin before I down the
rest of my beer and toss it into the trash can as I walk to the door. I open it
and widen my eyes when I see Danielle standing outside my door, like I’m
surprised that she is standing here even though I’m not the least bit
surprised.
“What are you doing here, Danielle?
Shouldn’t you be in bed, dreaming about that fiancé you are going to marry
tomorrow?” I ask.
I haven’t stolen her yet. Not
fully. I don’t win until she’s broken up with him, and I’ve had her in my bed.
Danielle wraps her arms across her
chest, covering her cleavage that was sticking out from beneath her sparkly
white dress that she wore to the rehearsal tonight.
I didn’t have to do much to get
Danielle here. At least, not tonight. All I did was show up at the rehearsal. I
made an appearance in the background, and it was enough to convince Danielle
that she might be making a huge mistake.
“I’m not getting married tomorrow,”
Danielle says.
“Oh,” I say, my voice dripping with
sadness that isn’t the least bit real. “Would you like to come in?”
She nods, and I hold the door open
for her. She walks over to the edge of my bed and sits down. I walk over to the
mini fridge and pull two beers out. I open the caps on both and then hand one
to her. She takes it, loosely holding it in her hand. She stares at it for a
while, not able to look at me.
I keep my distance until she is
ready to talk. Leaning against the counter next to the mini fridge, I sip on my
beer.
“I broke up with Wade tonight,”
Danielle finally says.
“I gathered that. Why though?”
She looks up at me with puppy-dog
eyes. “Because I don’t love Wade anymore. I love you.”
I look at her seriously and say, “I
want you.”
She hears I love you though.
It’s clear from the goofy smile and blushed cheeks.
But that’s the one thing I won’t
ever do. I won’t lie to these women. I can’t help it if they hear what they
want to hear.
I put my beer down and walk over to
her until I’m standing between her legs. I take the beer out of her hand and
place it on the counter. Her eyes follow me.
I push her back on the bed, and
then I take the off the T-shirt I’m wearing… She bites her lip as she stares at
my abs that have formed from surfing every day.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,”
I say.
Danielle sits up and unzips the
back of her dress, letting it fall to her waist, revealing her white lacy bra
that holds her perky breasts in, away from me.
“Fuck me, Asher.”
I grin as I grab ahold of her dress
and roughly pull it off her body. She lets out a gasp.
She grabs at my neck, trying to
pull me in so that she can kiss me. I let her pull me into her. I let her kiss
me, and then I turn the kiss into rough kisses that show her what I really
want.
“You like it rough,” she says.
“Don’t you?” I ask.
“I like anything with you.”
I flip her over on the bed, and she
lets out another surprised gasp.
I slap her ass. “I’m going to fuck
this later, but first, I have to claim your pussy.”
“God, just fuck me already. I can’t
wait,” she cries into the pillow that she is now face down on.
I sigh. “They never have patience,”
I mutter to myself, annoyed that I can’t take my time to properly enjoy her
body.
“What?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I say, hitting her hard
on the ass, causing her to cry out.
I shove my shorts and briefs down
and pull out a condom from the nightstand. I quickly slip it on before she
finds a way to get herself off without me.
“Ready?” I ask, pulling her panties
down and positioning myself at her entrance.
“Just fuck me already.”
I do. I push inside her tight pussy
that I know is anything but ready for me. I’ve barely spent any time turning
her on, but if this is what she wants, I won’t object.
She moans loudly and then quickly
starts screaming, “Yes…yes,” over and over.
I keep thrusting until I come, not
concerned at all if she comes or not. I’m an asshole after all. Although most
have called me worse than that.
She must have come because she
screams loudly, followed by nothing.
I pull out of her and go to the
bathroom to clean myself off. When I’m done, I stay in the bathroom with my
hands clenching either side of the sink as I look at myself in the mirror. I
can’t handle this woman much longer. It was hard enough to pretend to like her
to get her to want me, but now that I’ve had her once, I don’t think I can keep
up the act to fuck her more than that. I’m ready for the implosion to happen.
I walk back out and dig through my
suitcase to find a fresh pair of briefs to put on. After I do, I glance over at
Danielle, who is now under the covers of the bed. Her cheeks are flushed, her
brown eyes heavy, and her long brown hair is a mess on top of her head.
“That was amazing,” she says.
I nod and force my lips to curl up
into something that resembles a smile.
“I’m ready to go again if you are.
Or if you want to sleep some first…”
I take a deep breath, ready to tell
her that I’m through with her, that she can’t stay here, when I hear a loud
pounding at my door.
I hold up a finger and then walk to
the door in just my briefs, not caring who is on the other side. I throw the
door open, and before I can register who is standing there, a fist flies at my
face and hits me square in the nose. My body jolts backward with the hit, and I
put my hands up to my nose as another hit rains down on my face, followed by
another. My nose is pouring blood now, and I’m sure it’s broken. My eyesight is
blurry, but I think I make Wade out through the haze. Or, at least, my prior
experiences with ex-fiancés verify that he is most likely on the other end of
the fist that keeps coming at my face.
“Wade, stop!” Danielle screams,
running to my aide.
I hear Wade breathing heavily.
“I’m done. I’m done with both of
you. You’re a rotten scumbag who deserves to be locked up in prison. And you’re
a lying, cheating slut. I’m done with both of you.”
The blurriness finally leaves my
eyes long enough for me to see Wade stumbling out of my room, clearly drunk.
It’s a wonder he was even able to aim for my face. The door slams shut, and
then I see Danielle standing naked in front of me.
“I’m sorry about Wade. He’s just
upset that I broke off the wedding, that I no longer love him. He’ll get over
it.”
I walk into the bathroom without
saying a word and see that I was right about my nose. It’s most definitely
broken as blood pours down my face. I grab one of the towels and hold it up to
my nose to try and stop the bleeding, but I know it is going to take a while to
stop.
“Here,” Danielle says, holding up a
bag of ice.
I take the bag from her and hold it
up to my face.
“It stings,” I say, wanting to pull
it away from my face.
She laughs. “It will help with the
swelling and stop the bleeding.”
I keep it on my face and walk back
to the bedroom. Danielle follows me.
“I think you should go,” I say.
“What? Why?”
“I don’t want to worry about Wade
coming back and beating me up.”
“He won’t.”
“And I don’t think you and I are
going to work out. You’re not worth my trouble.”
Danielle’s jaw drops. “I broke up
with Wade for you though. I called off my wedding tomorrow for you. I want to
be with you. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“You made a mistake then. You
should have stayed with Wade, or you should find someone else. I’m not the man
for you, Danielle.”
“He’s not going to take me back
now,” she says, her voice shaking.
I smirk. “No, I don’t think he will
take you back.”
“You fucking bastard! You asshole!”
Danielle shouts, raising her hand to no doubt slap or punch me.
At least, this time, I’m ready for
the attack. I grab her wrist midair, stopping her from hitting me.
“You are an evil, vile person,” she
says through tears.
I nod. “I am.”
She jerks her hand out of my grasp.
“Why would you do this?”
I open my mouth to speak, and she
holds a hand up to stop me.
“Never mind. I don’t want to know.
I don’t want to spend another second listening to this crap.” She grabs her
crumpled dress from the floor and quickly puts it back on, not bothering with
her underwear. She cries the whole time.
Occasionally, the women recover
after this. They are able to convince their fiancés to take them back. But I
don’t think Danielle will. And I’m not sure she is strong enough to fully
recover from it either.
She hesitates a second, like she is
trying to decide if she should say anything or if I’m going to. When I don’t,
she storms out the door without another word.
I take a deep breath as I go over
to the bed and lie down, ensuring the ice pack is still on my face.
Shit, I curse to myself when the ice
stings my face again.
If I’m going to keep this up, I
need to be better prepared. I can’t keep getting hit like this. Next time, I
might get a concussion, and then I won’t be able to surf. I won’t let that
happen. Next time, I’ll be ready for a hit.
Maybe I should take some boxing
classes or something.
I grin. Despite the pain I’m
feeling now, I’ll sleep like a baby for the first time in weeks. I stole her
heart and then tore it to pieces. It feels good.
AUTHOR BIO:
Ella Miles writes sexy romance with strong females that could kick your butt if you piss them off, which they often do to the men that fall for them. She's currently living her own happily ever after near the Rocky Mountains with her high school sweetheart husband. Her heart is also taken by her goofy two year old black lab that is scared of everything, including her own shadow. Ella is the author of the Aligned series. Get a free book by visiting her website. Or by stalking her on Twitter or Facebook.
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