The only way to save her sister from a cult… was to sign up.
Megan O’Donnell had already lost her parents–she wasn’t going to lose her sister too. Allison had taken their parents’ death hard, but Megan thought her sister was finally starting to live again. She had no clue the reason behind Allison’s newfound happiness was Lord Stephen, leader of the Eternal Peace cult. When Allison runs off and joins Lord Stephen’s commune, there’s only one thing Megan can do. She joins too.
After watching his sister fall for the charms of Lord Stephen, Private Detective Joe Sherrill goes undercover to bring an end to the man’s deadly charade. For Eternal Peace is anything but, and his sister’s suicide has convinced Joe that what’s going on isn’t so peaceful. He never expected to find someone else in the commune who wasn’t drinking the Kool-Aid, someone as gorgeous as the fiery redhead, Megan O’Donnell. If he can convince her to go undercover as his sex partner, he’ll be one step closer to getting what he needs to close the place down… until Lord Stephen decides Megan’s just what he needs as well…
Warnings: This book contains graphic sexual content that may be objectionable to some readers (including dubious consent)
Lord Stephen pulled her face around and captured her lips. She moaned, not in pleasure, but in revulsion. Her hands came up to push him away, but the instant they encountered his bare skin, she yanked them back.
“Oh, yeah, you want me.” He lowered his other hand to her bottom and humped against her stomach. “You’ll find eternal peace with me.”
An ear-splitting alarm sounded overhead. Lord Stephen groaned in frustration and dropped his hands. Megan wrapped her arms around her waist. What the hell was that noise?
“Stay here.” He pulled his arms through the sleeves of his robe and shook his head. “I’ll come back. I have a special feeling for you, Megan. You do the right things, and I might make you one of my women.”
Unable to decide what to do, she stood in the room staring at the wall. If she left, she’d never get a chance to talk to her sister. If she stayed, there was no way she could avoid having sex with him. The pervert got off on intimidating women.
She turned and stepped toward the exit. The door swung open and banged against the wall.
“Come on.” A man she’d never seen before motioned for her to follow him.
She covered her breasts, frowning. “Who are you?”
He raised an eyebrow. “The answer to your prayers, sweetheart.” He glanced over his shoulder in each direction. “Unless you want to be here when Lord Dickhead gets back, you better get your ass over here and follow me.”
She scooped her robe off the floor and ran toward the door. Finally someone in this hellhole didn’t see everything in rainbows and moonbeams. His eyes even appeared clear and alert. He could possibly be the only sane person, besides her, in this joint.
“Not a word out of your mouth. We walk out of here without making eye contact with anyone else.” He lifted her chin. “If anyone stops us, bury your face in my chest, but do not look at them. Understood?”
She nodded. The long-term residents had free rein to explore their sexuality out in the open. She understood what he wanted her to do. They must act as if they couldn’t keep their hands off each other if they ran into anyone.
He slipped her hand into his and led her down the hallway. She struggled to keep up with his long strides. Out of her peripheral vision, she studied the way he moved. She figured out right away that he was guiding her to the other side of the commune where those who lived in meaningful relationships dwelled.
He stepped in front of her and wrapped her in his arms. His lips found her ear. “Hang tight. Run your hands around me and over my ass.”
She planted her face into the curve of his neck and closed her eyes. If Lord Stephen found her, she didn’t want to see him coming.
He chuckled. “You’ve got to act like my woman if we’re going to pull this off, Red.”
She let her hands roam over his back. Hard, tight muscles constricted underneath his robe. She forgot about the fact that she hadn’t known this man for more than five minutes and explored his backside.
The warmth of his breath on her ear relaxed her nerves. She molded herself to his body and let her hands drop to the top of his ass. Oh. My. God. An actual ass a woman could sink her fingers into.
“OK. Coast is clear.” He stepped back, gazed down at her, frowning, then pulled her down the hallway.
Other people were rushing in the opposite direction. Meg turned and gazed over her shoulder. “What’s going on?” She tugged on his hand. “Where’s everyone going?”
“Fire.” He pulled her through the doorway into the couples’ only area, where she’d never been allowed to enter before.
“What?” She stopped and nearly had her shoulder pulled out of its socket. “Wait. We can’t run. My sister—”
He picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and ran.