[Taming London 01] • The Submission of London Mackenzie

**From the Amazon Bestselling author of The Curvy Sister...**

After a scandal destroys her college career, artist London Mackenzie moves in with her aunt to hide from the press. When her father turns his back on her, all she's got is her Aunt Vi, but she's starting to think she can't trust anyone.

Alejandro Rey is about to complete his community service sentence working for Vi's community garden. Until London shows up on Vi's doorstep, all Alex wanted was to keep his head down and get on with his life.

When he meets London, her smart mouth and tough girl attitude aren't enough to keep him from thinking about her every night. In fact, the more out of control London gets, the more Alex craves her submission. And her love.

Before the summer's over, Alex will tame her...

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Excerpt:**

"Alex, please! Alex, ah! You're hurting me! *Alejandro*!"

I spun away with the sound of my name in her mouth, retreated until there was enough space between us. I breathed, stared at my shaking hands and swallowed as much anger as I could stomach. My heart raced like a freight train through my chest and I had to calm it, douse the raging fire in my blood to a smolder. I rubbed my face, the top of my head, and when I thought I could confront her without damaging her, I stalked back.

She trembled, her hands nearly level to where I'd pinned them as if she were afraid to move. I grabbed her wrists again, pressed them against the window and leaned into her, but this time I didn't want to tear her apart. I wanted to hold her still, shield her body with mine. I pressed my forehead to her temple and my mouth against her jawline. She shook against me and I could feel her heart racing, that's how close we were, like a trapped bird breaking itself against the bars of her cage.

She smelled like paint and turpentine and sweat. I couldn't tell if I hated her or if I wanted to take her against my car right there in the parking lot.

She breathed quick and shallow, her chest moving up and down against mine as she struggled to control it. I could hear the little puffs of air on her lips.

"How dare you drag me into this," I growled against her against her skin. I didn't mean any of it, not really, but after everything she'd done I couldn't stop myself. "I've got a reputation with these people and you're just a selfish, arrogant, useless little girl. You're such a fucking cliché, London. Did your daddy not love you enough? Or are you just a spoiled brat with entitlement issues and maybe he cut off your trust fund and this is your way of throwing a little temper tantrum?"

She released a strangled sob and I knew there was something then, something in what I'd said that speared her through the gut. She gave into me then, crushed and destroyed and laid bare and I took absolute advantage of her, but I wasn't thinking. I held her wrists in my hands and pushed her face with mine until I could attack her mouth and I kissed her like I wanted to crawl inside of her and pull out her heart and her soul and devour it. I crushed her mouth with mine, stole the kiss, stole her breath, replaced it with my own. I growled into her open, bruised mouth and kissed her again and again.

I was as savage as any animal taking what I wanted and God help me, she let me. She didn't fight. She let me like she deserved it, but when she moaned very softly I broke away, turned my face so I wouldn't be tempted to take the whole of her right there, and we stayed that way for a long time, her tears trapped between our cheeks and me holding her with my whole body, me falling in love with her, hating her, taking possession of her.