Confronting challenges and overcoming fears, Ansley finds a remarkable safety net in the arms of devoted lovers determined to protect her at any cost, but her boyfriends have a dangerous past and a deadly secret. With one fight barely behind them, Ansley and her men face another battle and a formidable opponent capable of destroying an entire family. And even though the jealous rage of one woman didn't send Ansley to an early grave, an assassin's bullet might.
FIVE STARS for Sex Club: "Ms. Acres knows how to write a steamy book. What I love about this book is the relationship between the Cartwell family. Ansley falls in love with 4 men: Graham, Elliott, Tristan, and Bailey and they love her back..." Booked Up Reviews, Reviewed by Red Hibiscus
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Excerpt:
Several officers rushed toward him, and in a matter of minutes, Brock’s wrists were secured behind his back. When the grimacing agent stood, he read him his rights. “Brock Sheldon, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, and…”
“What?” Ansley croaked. “Are you crazy! He was involved with Jordie Anne at one time. He didn’t want to hurt her!”
The agent continued chanting, “Mr. Sheldon, you assaulted a…”
“Please!” Ansley screamed, tugging the man’s sleeve like a child might. “You don’t understand. He didn’t do anything wrong.”
The detective looked at her like he was completely appalled. “Did you fail to see your brother-in-law knock me to the ground?”
Ansley thinned her lips.
Brock said, “It’s all right, Ansley. Call Don Lauderback in the morning. Tell him I need an attorney.”
The asshole smirked and kept reading Brock the Miranda rights. “Get her out of here,” Brock said to Tristan as another officer led him toward the squad car. “Now!”
“I’m not going anywhere!” Ansley shouted, shaking off Tristan’s grip.
“Damn it, Ansley. Come on!” Tristan shouted, practically dragging her.
About the time Elliott and Tristan escorted her to the Killians’ Jeep, Bailey was arrested for Jordie Anne’s murder. As they placed the handcuffs around Bailey’s wrists, the Killians’ vehicle doors slammed in unison.
Ansley fought Tristan, using her purse to swat him over the head repeatedly while he tried to keep her inside the SUV. As Brock listened to the angry detective’s threats and promises, he smiled. God love her, Ansley was a carbon copy of her mother more than her sister.
Never one to go down without a fight, Peyton fought for her family, stood up for what she believed in, and refused to give up even when she was clearly defeated.
“Is something funny, Mr. Sheldon?”
“Yeah,” he said, stretching his neck forward. “You.”
As the blood drained from the man’s face, he said, “You people think you’re superior. All of you. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings to see every last one of you under the jail.”
“I’ll remember your words verbatim when I speak with my attorney. Apparently you have a personal vendetta against my family. My lawyer will eat you alive.”
“Are you threatening me?”
Brock twitched his nose and ignored him. Looking out the window, he watched the Killian vehicle pursue the gate, leave the clearing. Ansley was still throwing her tantrum, climbing over the backseat and wrestling with Tristan.
Brock swung his gaze toward Bailey, who was shaking his head and smiling. Yeah, Brock knew all about that sense of pride. Bailey’s chest was swollen with pleasure. His shoulders weren’t about to shrink in defeat. He was a proud man, a happy man, a fellow who was clearly in love. These cops couldn’t do or say anything that would take that away.
The detective grimaced. “I asked you a question. Are you threatening me?”
“No, honey, but I can do just that if taunting and teasing you will make you feel better,” Brock drawled sarcastically. “See, I love legal foreplay almost as much as I enjoy fucking before breakfast.”
