Alec Slater is a bachelor, never one to bed the same woman, or man, twice. He is a free agent who does what he pleases and answers to no one; that is until a fiery Irish redhead with a temper to match her hair colour knocks him on his arse. Literally.
She hates to admit it, but Keela needs a favour from the cocky Slater brother, a huge favour. She needs him to not only escort her to Micah’s wedding, but to also pose as her boyfriend. Alec agrees to help Keela, but has certain conditions for her to abide by. He wants her body and plans to have it before anyone can say I do.
What he doesn’t plan on is losing his heart as well as the possibility of losing his family when someone from his past threatens his future.
Alec owns Keela, and what Alec owns, Alec keeps.
“Who the hell do you think you are?" I snapped.
He grinned and gave me a wink as he said, "Alec Slater, your next - or only - great fuck."
Was he for real?
"You're about to be Alec Slater - murder victim - if you don't shut that hole in your face!”
“Sorry, I can't help it."
"Oh, so your middle finger has a mind of its own then?" Alex asked with an amused look.
I glared at him and said, "Yeah, and she was just sticking up for me.”
“Thanks baby, but I won't be sharing you with another man or woman. You're mine and I don't share. Ever."
“I’m possessive with what is mine.” He moved his head up to my mouth before releasing it with a pop. “And until I say otherwise kitten, you’re mine.”