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Broken (EBOOK)

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First he lied to me.
Then he seduced me.
Now he’s broken me.


I knew him as a boy, but now the boy is back—a hardened criminal.
Big as hell. Blindingly beautiful. Sexy as sin.
Dripping with attitude. Covered in ink.
And carrying a colossal chip on his shoulder.

I want to keep my distance.
Needing to protect myself and my virginity.
He’s awakening parts of me that I never knew were dormant.
Ruining me for any other man.

I should have known that nothing this good would be healthy for me.
He’s a liar. A thief. A convict. A deviant.
I need to walk away from this man who’s breaking me piece by piece.
Only my heart is not cooperating.

Broken By A King is a King Brothers Novel. It is a standalone, full-length, first love romance, with a happily ever after (HEA), steamy sex, lots of swearing, and NO cheating.

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Synopsis

First, he lied to me.
Then he seduced me.
Now he’s broken me.

I knew him as a boy, but now the boy is back—a hardened criminal. Big as hell. Blindingly beautiful. Sexy as sin. Dripping with attitude. Covered in ink. And carrying a colossal chip on his shoulder.

I want to keep my distance. Needing to protect myself and my virginity. He’s awakening parts of me that I never knew were dormant. Ruining me for any other man.I should have known that nothing this good would be healthy for me.

He’s a liar. A thief. A convict. A deviant. I need to walk away from this man who’s breaking me piece by piece. Only my heart is not cooperating.

Chapter One Look Inside

STONE

Visiting Room
White Pines Penitentiary
White Pines Village, New York

"I don't usually accept visits from strangers."

I stare menacingly at the vertically challenged man wearing a black cloth patch across a missing eye as he sits down. He looks like a short pirate in a three-piece suit.

"Correction, you don't take visits from anyone."

I narrow my eyes and take a longer look at my visitor. He's been doing his homework on me which means he wants something. Anyone who takes an interest in me wants something.

"How would you know that."

"I know a lot about you, Michael Barringer, and it's time that you know a bit about me too. The name's Silas Buckshot Porter. Most people call me Bucky, and I'm the man you stole seven million dollars' worth of heroin from."

Fuck me.

So, this is him.

I'm serving time in prison, because I was caught in possession of a large quantity of heroin with an intent to distribute. This man's heroin. 

I've been watching my back inside of these prison walls for five years. Waiting for some connection he may have inside to make their move on me in retaliation, but no one ever did. I thought maybe I got away with it. That I was all good. But it's in this exact moment that I'm realizing that was a mistake. I let my guard down. Only now am I remembering and understanding what my father always told me. 

There's no way to avoid the wrath of the devil, Stone. When he comes, he comes, and you just better be prepared to deal with the motherfucker. 

"So, it was your product."

"Not even going to pretend that you didn't take it, huh?"

"Nope. I definitely took that shit and it was real easy."

He grins baring a set of perfect white teeth.

"I like that about you. You've got balls. May I ask what made you target my shipment in particular?"

"No reason."

He smooths the lapels of his jacket.

"I don't think that's true, Mr. Barringer. I think you targeted me specifically, because that seems to be your pattern. You stole from a few other people I know. You have a particular hard-on for heroin dealers."

"You do realize that our conversations are being monitored, right?"

He chuckles. 

"If I was worried about that I wouldn't be here. The difference between you and me is that I have connections that you don't. That you'll never have. That's why you're in here and I'm out there. You'd do best to remember that."

"I'm getting tired of this fucking conversation. Say what you came here to say and leave."

"All right–"

He leans in farther toward me.

"You took seven million dollars from me, and I want it back."

"I don't have it."

"You're going to get it."

"I'm not–"

"You know how I got to where I am, Mr. Barringer? I served my country flying supply planes from the states for army rangers."

Alarms go off in my head when he says army rangers. My adoptive father, Jack, was an army ranger, but I'm not going to let this guy know that what he's saying means anything to me.

"And."

"And I knew your foster dad or sorry...adoptive father, Jack."

I don't move a muscle in my face.

"Your father and a man named Nathan Carter and I had a deal back in the old days. We were all partners."

"That's bullshit. My father was a stone mason."

"Come on now, you think you and Jack lived in the ritzy part of Brooklyn off of a mason's income? Hell fucking no. Your father made his money with me back when we were rangers. I moved a lot of heroin in those planes I flew and he helped me. The split was fifty-fifty. I got fifty percent for transporting it and your father, and Nate split their half for helping me get it on the plane."

"Even if I were to believe this tall tale of yours, if you think Jack left me a lot of money when he died, let me assure you that he didn't. Just a small life insurance policy. If he had the type of money you're talking about, I would have known."

"You're one lucky son of a bitch, do you know that? If you were anyone else, you would have been dead the first thirty days of your stay in this steel cage. But seeing that your father saved my ass once or twice when I was young and dumb, I'm going to give you an opportunity to redeem yourself. I know Jack didn't have any money when he died. I knew everything about Jack. He had a gambling problem and a woman problem. He spent way too much money on craps and beer and pussy."

I tighten my fist that's resting on the table between us.

Jack was a good man, and I won't tolerate anyone telling me any different.

"Listen up–"

"No, you listen, Mr. Barringer. Our other partner, Nate, probably still has his money and the sweet thing is, is that I don't owe that son of a bitch shit. You're going to get it from him, or I promise you that you're dead the second you step out of this prison."

I stare at the one-eyed devil in his one good eye and can see that he means exactly what he says. I didn't protect my ass literally and figuratively in this place for five years to die. 

"I haven't seen Nate since my father's funeral, but when I did he certainly didn't seem like he was rolling in it."

"What made us good at what we did is that we never brought attention to ourselves. You never even heard of me, right? That's because I keep a low profile. I'm way under the radar. So is Nate. Trust me when I say that he has some money stashed somewhere, and you better hope that it's at least seven million dollars." 

"And how do you propose I steal this imaginary money?"

"You're a professional thief, Mr. Barringer. Do what you do best. Lie."

I slam my hands flat on the table in frustration garnering the attention of a couple of guards.

"Keep it down, Barringer," one of them warns me.

"I steal drugs from drug dealers," I say through clenched teeth. "I don't steal money from my father's friends."

"Drugs are money, Mr. Barringer. My money. Listen, I realize that you have some sort of Robin Hood fetish. I don't know why. Maybe you heard that your biological mama was a heroin addict or maybe a few of those kids in the foster home overdosed on some bad smack? Whatever the reason, that seems to be why you steal from businessmen like myself that only deal in heroin, and then you flush it down the toilet or some ridiculous shit like that. Do you think you're making a difference? Hurting us? Well here's the reality check. You aren't making a dent in my business. You aren't stopping anything. You're just making things difficult for yourself."

"If I wasn't making a difference, you wouldn't be here now would you."

He tightens his tie.

His voice rises an octave.

"You make zero difference. Trust and believe that. But I have a business to run and I can't let a theft like yours go unchecked. It sets a bad example for the other brazen dickheads out in the world like you."

He takes a deep breath like he's attempting to center himself. 

"Listen, I don't want to argue. In fact, I'm going to be a nice guy and give you options. You see just like you, Nate took something from me a long time ago, and I never forget a debt. He owes me. So, you can either steal the seven million dollars you owe me from him or you can steal something else even more precious of his."

"What."

"His daughter."

"What?"

"Make her fall in love with you then break her."

This motherfucker is crazy.

"I'm not doing that shit."

"It's either that, my money, or your death, Mr. Barringer. Any one of those will satisfy your debt. The choice is yours."

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Series Information

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About The Author

Lisa Lang Blakeney is a USA Today Bestselling author of sexy contemporary romance featuring alpha hot antiheroes and athletes.

She is the wife of one alpha, mother to four girls and two labradoodles.

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