by Becca Jameson
The Underground Book Three
Haley Sullivan has been through hell and back. Mistaken for homeless, she was snatched off the street by the Russian Mafia and injected with an unknown substance for two weeks. Confused and scared out of her mind, she manages to get her hands on a gun and shoots randomly at a group of men, hoping to escape.
Mikhail Dudko has followed two Russian idiots who work for the Mafia after a strange ransom exchange. After a shootout that leaves the two mobsters dead—along with the owner of the house—he’s shocked to find the initial shooter to be a frightened, drugged, redheaded woman who takes his breath away in an instant.
But Haley’s saga has just begun. The Russian Mafia wants her back. And Mikhail finds himself glued to her side twenty-four-seven in an effort to protect her. As he falls harder for her every day, he realizes she’s everything he could ever ask for in a woman: gorgeous, kindhearted, and…submissive.
Haley has a lot to work through. The last thing she needs is a man breathing down her back night and day. An enormous man who fights mixed martial arts for an underground Mafia ring and spends the rest of his time bossing her around in a way that makes her heart beat rapidly and her toes curl under just looking at him.
Has she changed? Or did she always have a latent need to be dominated in her blood?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Content/Theme(s): MMA, BDSM, Mafia, Sports, Contemporary, Mixed Martial Arts
Release Date: July 7, 2016
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
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Haley Sullivan wrapped her arms around her pillow, inhaled deeply, and snuggled deeper under the covers. She needed more sleep. A heaviness settled over her as if she’d been up for days.
Light streamed through her bedroom window, causing her to see orange and pink through her eyelids. Why hadn’t she shut the curtains?
Every effort to go back to sleep failed. Her mind started to race, filling with the events of the last few weeks of her life—events she’d completely forgotten during the first few seconds of lucidity.
A strange medical facility…
Being snatched off the street…
A giant Russian savior…
Shit.
She bolted upright, blinking through the blinding light of day and brushing red curls from her face. Her heart raced as her gaze landed on Mikhail Dudko—the very Russian savior she’d just remembered—sitting on her desk chair a few feet away.
He’d been leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, but when she sat up abruptly, he righted himself and frowned. “You okay?”
She swallowed, fisting the sheet in her lap with both hands. Finally, when she could breathe normally, she lowered her eyelids and found her voice. “How long was I asleep?”
“This time?” he teased. “Or altogether since I found you?” His English was perfect, but his Russian accent was sexy as hell.
She groaned and lowered onto her back to stare at the ceiling, tossing one forearm over her eyes to block the light.
Mikhail stood and crept closer. She could hear his every move, and his actions both excited and unnerved her. The man was unbelievably sexy—a fact she had been trying to ignore since the first moment she’d seen him.
Was it true that people could fall head over heels for someone as a result of an intense situation? Because if that was the case, she was doomed.
She hated to ask how many days had passed since she’d first laid eyes on this Russian god with the blond spiked hair and ice blue eyes. He reminded her of Thor. And to make matters worse, he was ripped and tall. Muscles bulged from everywhere. He stood about six five she guessed, nearly a foot taller than her.
When the bed dipped next to her, she held her breath. Every time he got close, she lost the ability to communicate. And he always seemed to have more questions that demanded interaction when he was in her space.
“If I keep putting off the FBI agent, she’s going to think I’m holding you hostage in your apartment,” he began. “Do you think she could come by this morning and speak to you?”
Haley lowered her arm and met his gaze. “Yeah. That’s fine.”
“Good, because she’ll be here in about forty-five minutes.” He shrugged. “I was out of excuses.”
Haley rolled her eyes. “Great…” She squirmed out from under the covers to climb out of bed on the opposite side. “I’ll take a shower. Can you make coffee?”
He smiled. “Consider it done.”
She glanced down at her attire, noting the loose boxers and tank top she liked to sleep in, crossed her arms over her chest, and took a step forward.
Whoa. She reached out to steady herself against the mattress. She was weak and wobbly. Her arms shook.
“I think you need food too. I don’t know what you weighed before I met you, but you’ve lost weight in the last few days. I hope you can stay awake today and eat like six times.”
“Food,” she mumbled as she padded from the room. Her ability to eat still felt a little uncertain. Leaving Mikhail sitting on her bed, she slipped into the bathroom and shut the door.
On a long exhale, she flipped on the shower to let the water heat up.
And then she turned to face the mirror. Her eyes widened in horror. Her auburn curls hung in limp disarray around her face and shoulders. She had on no makeup, and every freckle she had stood out like a sore thumb against her unusually pale skin.
She’d been white-complected her entire life, but this new lack of color from two weeks of lying drugged in some sort of lab was an all-time low.
Her cheeks were hollow.
Jerking her gaze away from the mirror, she shed her clothes, dropped them in the hamper, and stepped into the shower. The spray of hot water running over her head and down her body made her moan. It felt like heaven.
Forty-five minutes was not going to be enough time. She could easily stand under the cascade of water for longer in an attempt to wash away the last two weeks of hell. But it wasn’t an option.
She understood the FBI’s persistence. Hell, she didn’t want anyone else kidnapped from the street and held against their will either. She needed to describe everything that had happened to her as precisely as possible to aid the investigation.
After washing her hair twice and conditioning it for several long minutes while she shaved, she reluctantly flipped off the water and wrapped herself in a giant fluffy towel.
Towels were one of her few luxuries. Her crazy hippie parents had rarely invested in anything of high quality. Though she loved them to pieces, she’d spent her entire childhood drying off on rough terrycloth rectangles that didn’t reach around her body. In a fit of rebellion, that was the one thing she didn’t carry over into adulthood.
Shit.
She hadn’t brought anything clean to put on in the bathroom. The tiny space was completely steamed over too. But it couldn’t be helped. She decided to fix herself from the neck up anyway and worry about clothes afterward.
Tucking the towel around her securely, she grabbed her hair dryer and went to work. By the time she had her curls tamed into manageable waves, her hair was nearly twice as long as it had been in its kinky state.
After wiping off a section of the mirror, she went to work with foundation, mascara, blush, and lip gloss.
Why the hell was she going to so much trouble? She didn’t normally put quite that much effort into herself just to work at the homeless shelter.
But then again, normally there wasn’t a Nordic god in her apartment.
Satisfied with her appearance, she held the towel securely around her and opened the door to step out into the hall. She slipped around the corner and back into her bedroom, hoping not to encounter Mikhail before she could get dressed.
That hope dissipated when she found him standing at her bedroom window staring outside.
She stopped moving. From behind, he was even more delicious than from the front. Maybe.
His ass, encased in perfect-fitting jeans, was firm and muscular. His waist was a relatively narrow V that spread up to encompass his broad back and broader shoulders. The black T-shirt he wore hugged him in all the right places, making her lick her lips as she stared.
He must have sensed her behind him because he suddenly spun around, sloshing coffee over the edge of the mug she hadn’t noticed in his hand.
Steam rose, but Thor didn’t pay any attention to the burn that had to sting his fingers. He froze in place, his mouth open, no sound coming out.
Finally he managed to speak. “You… Uh, Haley?”
She giggled, the sound foreign to her ears after weeks of fear. And then she made her way toward the closet on the right side of the room to grab a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved white T-shirt—her standard weekday apparel.
When she turned to grab panties and a bra from a drawer, she found him standing in the same spot, not blinking, his gaze roaming up and down her body. “If you step out of the room, I could get dressed.”
He blinked, closing his lips. “Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry.” He set the coffee mug on her bedside table and wiped his fingers on his jeans. As if the room were on fire, he took three strides to exit, shutting the door behind him.
Good. She fought the urge to smile. It had been a long time since anyone looked at her like that. And after what she’d been through, she needed the boost of confidence.
Tossing her clothes on the bed, she unwrapped the towel and dressed quickly. Not bothering with socks or shoes, she grabbed the steaming mug and took a long sip.
Even the man’s coffee was perfect.
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