CORRUPTED Union Release
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘳’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴.
𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝? 𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝.
𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚.
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺?
𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘹-𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦.
𝙉𝙤𝙬, 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.
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“I don’t want you over there until we sort this out.”
“Having someone inside that house is the best possible source of information. And besides, Stetson is my boyfriend.” Didn’t he see the obvious flaws in his plan? I was in an ideal situation to gather intel. Stetson likely wouldn’t notice if I made excuses to stay away, but I didn’t tell that to Keir. I was the one who heard the girl cry. I felt responsible for her, and I didn’t want to wipe my hands of her without ensuring something was being done.
Something about what I’d said struck a nerve. Keir’s vibrant blue eyes darkened until they were as fathomless as the deepest parts of the ocean. He walked me backward, trapping me between his enormous body and the wall, his face suddenly inches from mine.
“Why do you even care about any of this? You could go about your life with no skin off your back.”
I prickled at the insinuation. “I’m just a shallow sorority girl, so you’d think that’s what I’d do. Maybe I’m looking for bonus points when I apply for my membership with the Colony Club. Oh, I know! Maybe I’m doing it out of a sense of obligation derived from my obvious superiority.” Was that what he wanted to hear? That my station in life made me incapable of any depth or compassion?
“Don’t put words in my fucking mouth,” he growled.
“I didn’t have to. You might as well have put them on a billboard.”
I couldn’t breathe. He was too much. Too disorienting.
His body blocked my escape, the same way his overwhelming presence eclipsed all thought of anything else. All I could see or feel or think of was Keir.
Then his lips were on mine, his hands gripping me tightly to him. I met his kiss with an intensity that rivaled his own. We were two magnets unable to resist one another.
The sensual press of his lips, the tug of his fingers in my hair, the delicious taste of his tongue against mine—the simple act erased my identity until I was no longer Rowan. I was whoever he wanted me to be. I was free.
His hands began to roam my body, but only for a second. Not nearly long enough. He stiffened and pulled back as though only then realizing what he’d done. A heavy veil descended behind his eyes, cutting off any chance of me understanding where his thoughts had taken him.
I didn’t know what to say or do.
“Looks like staying away from the boyfriend won’t be such an imposition.” His well-placed jab deflated the balloon he’d only just filled in my chest.
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Jill is a Texan, born and raised. She manages the hectic social calendars for her three active children and occasionally spends an evening with her dashing husband. Aside from being an author and a mom, she's a travel junkie and loves to read when she is not lost in her own stories.
With Jill’s books, you can count on confident heroines, plenty of steamy tension, and deliciously assertive leading men. There are no guarantees in life, but with her books, you know everything will work out in the end. However, a perfect ending would not be nearly as satisfying without a seemingly insurmountable challenge. Jill loves to add plenty of adversity in her stories, creating unforgettably dynamic characters and sneaky plot twists you will never see coming.
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