Guardian Teaser
Dec 11, 2025 2:20 pm
Hey there .
Florida winter has set in, but inside...things are heating up!
I'm wrapping up Guardian, which is set to release on February 10th. I can't begin to tell you how much fun Ravi and Liam's story was to write. I actually finished this book in what was for me, record time. I practically wrote it in a fugue state. I was so out of my head, I think this unlikely duo just took over and did their thing. A little nerve-wracking to be sure - this book is darker and dirtier than the first two, but oh my goodness it was so much fun. Ravi had some very specific ideas about how things were going to go down, and he's very good at getting his way.
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NSFW excerpt below (I'm not your mom, but if you keep reading from this point then I assume you're old enough to do so legally):
RAVI:
I’m halfway through the window before something prickles at the back of my skull. I pause, straining my eyes and ears but I can’t figure out what I’m sensing.
A moment later I hear Liam's voice.
“Good of you to finally come home.”
Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.
“What are you—” I topple the rest of the way through the window. Shaking my head, I pick myself up and straighten my glasses before flipping on the lamp. I should have realized he'd check up on me at some point.
In hindsight, maybe I should’ve crashed at Adam and Troy’s place.
“What are you doing in here?” It's Liam himself who taught me a good offense is the best defense.
“I think the better question is what were you doing out there?”
“Sorry, I must have missed the part where I was grounded. Oh, wait, you can't ground me because I'm an adult.”
He stands from where he's been sitting on my bed, tossing Mr. Bear onto my desk.
“Are you, really?” He asks as he stalks forward. “An adult wouldn't be so stupid as to put their ass on display for a bunch of drunk old men. An adult wouldn’t parade around in booty shorts like a cheap fuck toy.”
Fuming, I glance down at the shorts, which I’m still wearing. I am not cheap. I bought these custom from a dancer on Etsy. I like to support small businesses.
Liam stops right in front of me, using his finger to tip my chin up to meet his gaze. “An adult wouldn't do something as stupid and dangerous as serving up his virginity to a pack of wealthy jackals for the highest goddamn bidder.”
Every syllable is quiet and controlled. The quieter Liam gets, the more enraged he is. And also?
“How did you know where I was?” I glance at my phone, which is still sitting where I left it on the bed. Understanding dawns. “I figured you were tracking me. I guess it wasn't with my phone.”
He doesn't answer. I shouldn't be surprised. What he does do is walk over to my bedroom window
He brushes past me, his aftershave assaulting my nostrils when he's so close. The heat of his body, the quick brush of his pecs against my shoulder... Maybe if Dean hadn't gotten me so horned-up at the party but right now I'm kind of on the verge, you know?
The click of a lock makes me jump. “Wait. What the hell are you doing?”
When I turn around, he's securing a padlock that definitely wasn't there before. I’m suddenly freezing cold. The urge hits me to shove him, to try and wrench open the window, but it’s too late. It’s already locked.
“Installed it while you were out. I had plenty of time while you were shaking your ass for old men with Benjamins.”
My chest is tight. Too tight. “Liam, you can't do this. I came to stay here because you said you wanted to keep an eye on me after being in the hospital. Why did I think it meant you actually gave a shit?”
His face softens, which kind of makes me want to punch it more. He settles himself on the edge of my bed as if we’re having a friendly chat. “You have no idea how much I give a shit. Why do you think I'm trying to protect you? What do you think your parents would say if they knew their baby boy was auctioning off his virginity to the highest bidder?”
The way my throat gets tight forces me to pause. The back of my eyes are burning, and I refuse to give Liam Masters the satisfaction of knowing he has the ability to get to me.
My feet are rooted to the floor, but I glance again at my phone. I can only guess how he found out about the auction, but Brennan's been sending texts with information. Should've known a little thing like a password wouldn't keep Liam out of my business.
“They wouldn't say anything, because they're dead.” I wouldn't be doing this if they were alive. I wouldn’t be here at all. “You wouldn't understand.”
His expression goes hard again. The next thing I know, I’m swept off my feet, landing face-down across Liam’s lap. “What I understand,” he growls from above me, “is you insist on continuing to act like a brat, so you obviously need to be treated like one.”
In one swift motion Liam yanks my shorts down to my knees. Cool air hits my backside, making me gasp. I squirm in his grasp, but he’s got me trapped. “What the fuck are you—”
The smack of his hand against my ass ricochets around the room, even before the sting registers. “Hey!” I kick my legs. “Is this some kind of—”
Another swat lands against my skin, and then another. Every touch heats my skin. My protest dies in my mouth when I realize two things. After being kissed and groped and teased all evening, I’m pretty turned-on. Also, Liam pulling down my shorts freed my dick, which is now trapped between his thighs, my foreskin getting abraded by the rough nylon of his tactical pants.
I squirm again, not sure if I’m fighting for him to stop or keep going.
This is obviously supposed to be a punishment. To be fair, it hurts. I also can’t seem to hold back the decidedly non-punishment ways my body is reacting.
The horror dawns slow and then fast, as my dick gets harder. And harder. I’m desperate to pull away. Desperate to get closer.
Not that Liam seems to notice. He’s so wrapped up in his anger that he rains blows one after the other until my ass is throbbing. It’s not the only thing. Every flinch and jerk causes friction, an awful, delicious heat building with every swipe of my sensitive cock on heavy ripstop fabric.
Every blow forces the air from my lungs. I gasp, dizzy and confused as my blood tries to decide whether it should rush to my head or my hard cock, and my brain tries make sense of how the humiliation only makes me burn hotter. It’s not until drops of water land on the thin blue blanket covering my bed that I realize I’m crying.
About to come. But crying. Does that make sense? I’m burning with shame, and too desperate to care.
I need to research humiliation as a kink. Because I think I’ve got it.
“You keep trying my fucking patience, kid.” There’s a dark grittiness to Liam’s voice. “What the fuck.” Another swat. And then another. “Is it going to take?” Smack. “To realize I only want what’s best for you?”
Right as I’m sure it’ll only take one last hard spank to make me come, he abruptly stops. My hips buck and thrust, seeking that last little bit of friction. I’m so close. So fucking close.
My needy squirming is stilled by the heavy press of his hand on my lower back. I can’t see him from this awkward angle, but I can picture the way his nostrils flare when he’s mad, and the heavy puffs of breath tell me his chest is rising and falling with every breath. Something tells me he’s finally fully aware of what he’s been doing to me.
It’s all I can do to hold in my needy whine. If I let him know how badly I want him to touch me again, it’ll only make things worse.
His hand comes down again. Gently, this time. His palm smooths across my burning flesh, and it’s all too much. The highly sensitive skin on my exposed ass and my chafed cock, which is already on a hair-trigger when as his leg shifts against it. The too-gentle brush of his fingers over my hole.
A loud cry rips its way out of my chest as my body betrays me.
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Guardian is a dark MM, enemies-to-lovers, kink awakening romance featuring a tortured hero who’s met his match in the sunshiny male escort he’s been charged with protecting. This story contains a significant age gap and consensual non-monogamy (after all, sharing is caring).
Reader discretion is advised. This book definitely contains some subject matter which will not be to some readers' tastes. Possible triggers include: revenge s*x, spanking, imprisonment as punishment, stalking/tracking, use of restraints, off-page military trauma, on-page torture and murder of bad guys (or worse guys), accidental drug overdose, attempted kidnapping, forced OHs, and some of the consent is a bit dubious.
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And then lastly, as a treat, I'm going to go ahead and drop this right here, because I KNOW you've been watching Heated Rivalry. Possibly TMI, but I've been in a many-years long abusive relationship with insomnia, and boy do I do the weirdest things when I can't sleep. Including, it seems, trolling the internet for pictures of Connor Storrie with NIPPLE PIERCINGS like the creepy perv that I am. So. I found this on my camera roll and had to share, even though Hudson Williams's pecs are the ones that will truly always have my heart.
ENJOY!!!
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