Peter Slade never thought he'd be coming home. But after his family is put in danger because of his past misdeeds, he has to reconcile with the son he abandoned years ago . But his son has been in good hands. Liv Morgan has never been the nurturing type, but when hard times forced her to move in with her best friend and her orphaned nephew, she found herself being the adoptive mother to a troublemaker with a heart of gold. Liv has no idea what trouble really is. When Slade rolls back in town and is ready to reconcile with his son, Liv finds herself walking the thin line between the estranged father and son. And as she's more and more drawn to Slade, she realizes that if things go wrong, it will be more than just her heart breaking. But Slade came back for a reason. His family is in danger. Liv might think that keeping him away will protect her heart, but he wants her body safe too and to do that, he's going to have to stay close. Liv is about to learn that revenge has never been this sexy...
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Excerpt from The Vengeful Thief
He started with the first and most obvious question. “Who are you?”
She tilted her head and stared at him in shock. “Who am I? Who the hell are you? You come into my bedroom unannounced and put your meaty hands on me and you expect me to—”
“I’m Peter Slade. This is my house. I’m looking for my sister.”
If she’d looked shocked before, she was damn near flabbergasted now. She started to shake her head and backed away as she ran one hand up and down her arm. “No… Peter Slade is dead.”
“That’s what a lot of people think. Where is Melissa? I know she still lives here. Who are you to her? Where is Josh?” He knew it was stupid to ask more than one question at a time while beginning an interrogation, but it was still hard for him to think straight after the strange introduction to the woman.
“I, wait—I need you to go back. You’re Melissa’s brother? What the fuck gives you the right to just walk in here, even if you are related?”
“I knocked. No one answered and the door was open so I took my chances. I figured this would be Melissa’s bedroom but instead I found you.” He gestured to the bed and went silent as a blush crept up the woman’s cheeks.
Damn, she was cute before, but now that she was such a sexy shade of pink it was damn near unbearable to look at her. She must’ve been flustered too because she started to ramble a little bit. “I was here because this was Melissa’s parents’ room and she never felt right sleeping here. Besides, the room she took is right next to Josh’s, and when he was younger, she liked being closer to him and now that’s just
kind of how things are and moving furniture is too much of a pain. Wait, I have no reason to actually think you’re Peter Slade and anyone could’ve told you what kind of bike he rides.”
He frowned. “What do you know about my bike?”
She shrugged and her eyes widened as though she realized she’d said something wrong. “Nothing. I mean, I saw you in town earlier. At least I think it was you. Melissa said it was your bike but I didn’t think it was you because you’re, you know, dead. But now that you’re here and you’re obviously not dead, I’m starting to think that it was you I saw and that you still have your motorcycle, so that’s all I know about your bike, okay?”
So Melissa might know he was in town? He shouldn’t be upset about that, but he was. He wanted this re-introduction to his sister to go on his terms. Shit.
If he was screwed with Melissa, he could only hope that his introduction with Josh would go better. “Where is my son?”
The woman scoffed. “You’ve got some balls on you to call him that. That kid has idolized his poor deceased father for years, and now you’re going to roll in here and—”
He wasn’t going to sit here and be scolded by this chick who knew nothing about him or his past. “Where is he?”
She held her arm tighter to her side. “That’s none of your business, no matter who you are to him. Now get out of my house.”
Her— Like hell. “This house belongs to Melissa Slade. Who are you exactly?”
She stiffened and he could tell he hit a nerve somehow, but he wasn’t really sure what. “I’m Olivia Marton. I’m Melissa’s best friend and Josh’s second mother. You know. To help replace his dead father,” she said with a pointed glare, hitting him right where it hurt.
