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New York Times and
USA Today bestselling author Katee Robert delivers the final installment in her
sizzling O'Malleys family series, hailed as "The Godfather meets Romeo
& Juliet." In THE BASTARD’S BARGAIN Dmitri Romanov must use his
legendary focus and control to stay one step ahead of everyone else in the
ever-shifting power plays of New York City.
The Bastard's Bargain
The O'Malley's #6
By Katee Robert
Releasing February 6th, 2018
Forever
Married to the enemy
When Keira O'Malley was a child, she used to picture her perfect wedding.
The flowers. The dress. Her husband. But nothing could have prepared her for
saying "I do" to Dmitri Romanov-cold, domineering, and always one
step ahead of everyone else in the ever-shifting power plays of New York City.
She agreed to his bargain to secure peace for her family, and she may want the
bastard more than she'd ever admit, but she'll be damned if she'll make this
marriage easy for him.
Dmitri knows better than to underestimate Keira for one second. Molten
desire smolders between them, a dangerous addiction neither can resist. But his
enemies are already on the move, and he needs every ounce of his legendary
focus and control to keep them alive. Keira could just be his secret weapon-if
she doesn't bring him to his knees first.
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What readers are saying:
“The Bastard's Bargain presents a seductive
escape and a fulfilling fantasy for that bad boy craving a girl can never
outgrow.”—Isha at Book Likes
“Keira and Dmitri are everything.
What develops between them is raw and carnal and wanton. The way they need each
other and the way they connect is beyond sexy. It’s something deep and dark and
heartbreakingly beautiful.”—Eva, Goodreads Reviewer
It wasn’t until the
front door closed behind Ivan that the reality of her situation sank in. Dmitri
was furious. He might have faked it
for his friend, but he stood next to her, a pillar of stone with anger coming
off him in waves. His grip on her elbow didn’t hurt, but if she’d tried to
leave, he would have restrained her.
She should be afraid.
She should be terrified.
Keira’s heartbeat
picked up, adrenaline kicking in. She swung to face him with a fierce smile on
her face. “You didn’t compliment me on my dress.” It was a work of fucking art.
She smoothed her free hand over her hip and up her side. “Actually, you called
me a high-class sex worker. Is that any way to speak to your beloved wife?”
His gray eyes followed
the movement, a muscle ticking in his jaw when she cupped her breast. “I meant
it when I said you’re playing with fire.”
That wasn’t just anger
on his face now. No, it was rapidly being overtaken by sheer lust. An answering
feeling sent a bolt straight to her core. She stepped back, and he released her
instantly. A strange feeling coursed through her, straightening her spine and
making her want to laugh out loud. Power.
This is what power feels like.
He wanted her. He
wanted her so badly, he had his hands clenched at his sides to keep from
touching her again. But he wouldn’t until she gave the green light. Keira took
another step back. “I have a hypothetical question.”
“Ask.” His voice was
rough. The way he watched her made her feel like prey, and she liked it far
more than she should—because she wasn’t
prey. Keira had her own teeth and claws, and Dmitri would learn that as time
went on.
“Hypothetical, if I
said yes tonight…how do you imagine that would go?”
He stared at her a long
moment. “Nyet. I’m not playing this
game with you.” She blinked and he was on her, one hand snaking around to press
against the exposed small of her back, the other tangling in her hair. “We are
not children, moya koroleva. These
games don’t become us.”
He kissed her. There
was no cautious exploration or easing into it. Dmitri kissed her like a
conquering warlord who was sure of his welcome because he owned everything in
the room—including her. There was no fighting this. She didn’t even want to
try. Keira slid her arms around his neck and pressed herself more firmly
against him. His cock was a hard length with too many layers between them. She
rolled her hips, an invitation she wasn’t sure she was ready to follow through
on.
Dmitri slid his hand
down to cup her ass, guiding her movements. Long slides up the length of his
cock and back down again. The stupid goddamn dress kept her from spreading her
legs wider, from getting him exactly where she needed him. Her nipples rubbed
against his shirt, the silk incredibly decadent across her sensitized skin.
“Keira. Moya koroleva.” He kissed down her
jawline, tilting her head back until she had to arch her spine to accommodate
the position. “Did you enjoy their eyes on you? Ivan’s. The men who owe
allegiance to me. Anyone who cared to look.”
It took her
desire-drugged brain a beat to catch up, but by then he was already growling
out more words against her skin. “Did it make you feel powerful to know they
were imagining stroking the nipples you flash with such impunity?” He moved his
hand from her ass to do exactly that, dragging a finger over her puckered
nipple. “They wanted the body you so proudly put on display.” His voice
roughened. “They wanted what’s mine.”
Say something. If you don’t say
something right now, you’re going to give in tonight
and then it will all be over.
He moved his
hand to her back and bent her until she relied solely on his strength to keep
her off the ground. And then Dmitri’s wicked, wicked mouth closed around her
nipple. The weight of the beaded design seemed heavier with his tongue flicking
the engorged bud, making his touch that much hotter. She couldn’t hold back a
moan as he moved to her other breast.
Dmitri dragged
his mouth up the center of her chest, the only part of her not caged in the
dress, stopping at the thick collar. He flicked the hollow of her throat with
his tongue. “This is my favorite part of the dress.” He ran his thumb over it.
“This, more than anything else, marks you as mine.”
A collar for a kept pet.
It was as if he’d
doused her in icy water. Keira went rigid and shoved Dmitri away. She almost
fell when he released her, but she regained her balance at the last second.
They stood mere feet apart, breathing hard and staring at each other. I am no one’s pet.
She slashed her hand through the air. “I might be your wife, Russian, but I’m
not yours. I’ll never
be yours.”
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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee
Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her 2015 title, The
Marriage Contract, was a RITA finalist, and RT Book Reviews named it 'a
compulsively readable book with just the right amount of suspense and
tension." When not writing sexy contemporary and romantic suspense,
she spends her time playing imaginary games with her children, driving her
husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie
apocalypse.
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