The Kings of Hawthorn series (#2-3) by A.M. McCoy
Requirements: .ePUB reader, 376 KB
Overview: A. M. McCoy grew up sneaking romance books out of her grandmother's collection when she wasn't looking and losing herself in them for hours at a time. She was always drawn in by the deep emotional complexities that troubled relationships experienced. She loves writing about the darker side of relationships, the pain, and turmoil in their struggles because she loves the feeling of writing out the happy endings after such uncertainty.
A. M. currently lives in Western New York with her husband, two kiddos and a blessedly obese and challenging beagle. When she's not chasing down the four of them, she's locked away writing the stories she loves.
Genre: Fiction > Romance


Indulging His Desire (#2)
I’ve lived as half the man I used to be for the last four years.
I just simply… existed. I didn’t feel anything, I didn’t indulge in anything I enjoyed, I didn’t even hardly smile or laugh anymore.
Or at least I had until a new neighbor moved into my building and captured my attention, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. For the first time in four years, something… stirred deep inside me.
I was obsessed from day one, unable to keep my eyes away from the apartment's bedroom window directly across from my own like a fucking voyeur. The shades were never closed and my view into the mysterious bedroom was never obstructed.
And therefore, the object of my most recent desire was always on display for me, and the more times I watched the show put on, the surer I became that the curtains were left open on purpose for me.
So I found myself staring, waiting, and hoping to catch glimpses of the tanned skin colored with bright tattoos, or the dark brown hair that looked like silk, or the sexy as hell piercing green eyes that would stare back at me as I watched.
The problem though?
The object of my desire, the very thing I’d become obsessed with sexually… was a man.
And I was… straight.
Or at least I had been.
Earning His Eden (#3)
Yes Sir.
I’ve taken care of everything Sir.
Do you need anything else from me, Sir?
My new assistant had no idea what her words were doing to me. Every time she demurely spoke, looked down at the floor when I gave her instructions, or chewed on her plump bottom lip with uncertainty, I lost another piece of my sanity.
I ached to bite that lip with my own teeth until she whimpered into my mouth.
I lived in a constant state of pain every single day with her at my side.
Pain radiated through my body from my need to own her.
To worship her.
To please her.
To dominate her.
The problem was, it had been years since I let my Dom out of his cage. And I had vowed never to open that door again after how it ended last time.
And Eden wasn’t some sub in the lifestyle that knew what she was getting into with a man like me.
No, she was pure, and untouched by the darkness that the world of kink brought out in me. I didn’t deserve her trust or innocence. I was unworthy of that incredible gift. My hands would stain her perfect snowy skin with the first inappropriate touch.
Her curves made my mouth water.
My fist longed to wrap her long copper hair around it and force her to her knees.
My soul ached to help her find her confidence with praise and punishments suited for pleasure.
Hers and mine.
But I knew I couldn’t give in to my desires. It was impossible.
Yet, with each minute that she spent in my personal space, the need to possess her grew inside of me until I broke, giving into the monster that called to me from the shadows of my soul.
But once I had her, I’d never let her go. I was going to own her forever.
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16/06/23
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Requirements: .ePUB reader, 376 KB
Overview: A. M. McCoy grew up sneaking romance books out of her grandmother's collection when she wasn't looking and losing herself in them for hours at a time. She was always drawn in by the deep emotional complexities that troubled relationships experienced. She loves writing about the darker side of relationships, the pain, and turmoil in their struggles because she loves the feeling of writing out the happy endings after such uncertainty.
A. M. currently lives in Western New York with her husband, two kiddos and a blessedly obese and challenging beagle. When she's not chasing down the four of them, she's locked away writing the stories she loves.
Genre: Fiction > Romance
Indulging His Desire (#2)
I’ve lived as half the man I used to be for the last four years.
I just simply… existed. I didn’t feel anything, I didn’t indulge in anything I enjoyed, I didn’t even hardly smile or laugh anymore.
Or at least I had until a new neighbor moved into my building and captured my attention, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. For the first time in four years, something… stirred deep inside me.
I was obsessed from day one, unable to keep my eyes away from the apartment's bedroom window directly across from my own like a fucking voyeur. The shades were never closed and my view into the mysterious bedroom was never obstructed.
And therefore, the object of my most recent desire was always on display for me, and the more times I watched the show put on, the surer I became that the curtains were left open on purpose for me.
So I found myself staring, waiting, and hoping to catch glimpses of the tanned skin colored with bright tattoos, or the dark brown hair that looked like silk, or the sexy as hell piercing green eyes that would stare back at me as I watched.
The problem though?
The object of my desire, the very thing I’d become obsessed with sexually… was a man.
And I was… straight.
Or at least I had been.
Earning His Eden (#3)
Yes Sir.
I’ve taken care of everything Sir.
Do you need anything else from me, Sir?
My new assistant had no idea what her words were doing to me. Every time she demurely spoke, looked down at the floor when I gave her instructions, or chewed on her plump bottom lip with uncertainty, I lost another piece of my sanity.
I ached to bite that lip with my own teeth until she whimpered into my mouth.
I lived in a constant state of pain every single day with her at my side.
Pain radiated through my body from my need to own her.
To worship her.
To please her.
To dominate her.
The problem was, it had been years since I let my Dom out of his cage. And I had vowed never to open that door again after how it ended last time.
And Eden wasn’t some sub in the lifestyle that knew what she was getting into with a man like me.
No, she was pure, and untouched by the darkness that the world of kink brought out in me. I didn’t deserve her trust or innocence. I was unworthy of that incredible gift. My hands would stain her perfect snowy skin with the first inappropriate touch.
Her curves made my mouth water.
My fist longed to wrap her long copper hair around it and force her to her knees.
My soul ached to help her find her confidence with praise and punishments suited for pleasure.
Hers and mine.
But I knew I couldn’t give in to my desires. It was impossible.
Yet, with each minute that she spent in my personal space, the need to possess her grew inside of me until I broke, giving into the monster that called to me from the shadows of my soul.
But once I had her, I’d never let her go. I was going to own her forever.
Download Instructions:
https://www.mediafire.com/file/wgq3jlub1nepxkl/KingsAMMc2.rar/file
https://buzzupload.com/sxojeokclvxl/KingsAMMc2.rar.html
16/06/23
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