The Kings of Hawthorn Series by A.M. McCoy

Ten years ago, I was eighteen and cut off by my family for breaking up with a boy that broke my heart. A boy that I’d been dating for ten years, who just happened to be from one of the most prestigious families in all of New York. My parents tried to blackmail me into begging him to take me back, but I’d refused, so they chose power and their snobby social circle over me. And I’d been on my own, barely able to survive for the last decade as a result... moreTen years ago, I was eighteen and cut off by my family for breaking up with a boy that broke my heart. A boy that I’d been dating for ten years, who just happened to be from one of the most prestigious families in all of New York. My parents tried to blackmail me into begging him to take me back, but I’d refused, so they chose power and their snobby social circle over me. And I’d been on my own, barely able to survive for the last decade as a result. But that was all going to change, because I landed the job of a lifetime, and I was finally going to claw my way out of the sewers of New York City and make something of myself. At least, that had been my grand plan until I walked into my new boss’s office and found out that the alpha billionaire that ran the incredible empire I’d been so eager to join, was no other than the boy that I never got over. And not only did the electricity still burn blindingly bright between us, but it turned out I was still incapable of turning him down when he said things like, You’re Mine. less

I’ve lived as half the man I used to be for the last four years. I just simply… existed. I didn’t feel anything, I didn’t indulge in anything I enjoyed, I didn’t even hardly smile or laugh anymore. Or at least I had until a new neighbor moved into my building and captured my attention, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. For the first time in four years, something… stirred deep inside me... moreI’ve lived as half the man I used to be for the last four years. I just simply… existed. I didn’t feel anything, I didn’t indulge in anything I enjoyed, I didn’t even hardly smile or laugh anymore. Or at least I had until a new neighbor moved into my building and captured my attention, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. For the first time in four years, something… stirred deep inside me. I was obsessed from day one, unable to keep my eyes away from the apartment's bedroom window directly across from my own like a fucking voyeur. The shades were never closed and my view into the mysterious bedroom was never obstructed. And therefore, the object of my most recent desire was always on display for me, and the more times I watched the show put on, the surer I became that the curtains were left open on purpose for me. So I found myself staring, waiting, and hoping to catch glimpses of the tanned skin colored with bright tattoos, or the dark brown hair that looked like silk, or the sexy as hell piercing green eyes that would stare back at me as I watched. The problem though? The object of my desire, the very thing I’d become obsessed with sexually… was a man. And I was… straight. Or at least I had been. less

Yes Sir.I’ve taken care of everything Sir.Do you need anything else from me, Sir?My new assistant had no idea what her words were doing to me. Every time she demurely spoke, looked down at the floor when I gave her instructions, or chewed on her plump bottom lip with uncertainty, I lost another piece of my sanity.I ached to bite that lip with my own teeth until she whimpered into my mouth.I lived in a constant state of pain every single day with her at my side... moreYes Sir.I’ve taken care of everything Sir.Do you need anything else from me, Sir?My new assistant had no idea what her words were doing to me. Every time she demurely spoke, looked down at the floor when I gave her instructions, or chewed on her plump bottom lip with uncertainty, I lost another piece of my sanity.I ached to bite that lip with my own teeth until she whimpered into my mouth.I lived in a constant state of pain every single day with her at my side.Pain radiated through my body from my need to own her.To worship her.To please her.To dominate her.The problem was, it had been years since I let my Dom out of his cage. And I had vowed never to open that door again after how it ended last time. And Eden wasn’t some sub in the lifestyle that knew what she was getting into with a man like me. No, she was pure, and untouched by the darkness that the world of kink brought out in me. I didn’t deserve her trust or innocence. I was unworthy of that incredible gift. My hands would stain her perfect snowy skin with the first inappropriate touch.Her curves made my mouth water.My fist longed to wrap her long copper hair around it and force her to her knees.My soul ached to help her find her confidence with praise and punishments suited for pleasure.Hers and mine.But I knew I couldn’t give in to my desires. It was impossible.Yet, with each minute that she spent in my personal space, the need to possess her grew inside of me until I broke, giving into the monster that called to me from the shadows of my soul.But once I had her, I’d never let her go. I was going to own her forever.This is a DARK ROMANCE, containing themes that may be upsetting to some readers.For a full list of these themes, please use the Look Inside feature for a list at the beginning of the book, or go to my website at ammccoybooks.com for a complete list. less