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  Masterson In Love

  Fixer Series Book Three

  Lisa Lang Blakeney

  Writergirl Press

  LISA LANG BLAKENEY

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  Copyright © 2016 Lisa Lang Blakeney.

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  Published by: Writergirl Press

  Edited by: Marla Esposito

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  License Note

  This book is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real events, people, or places is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or distributed in any format without the permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review.

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  This book contains mature content, including graphic sex. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.

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  NOTE: All characters in the book are 18+ years of age, non-blood related, and all sexual acts are consensual.

  Contents

  Books By Lisa

  Introduction

  Prologue

  1. Elizabeth

  2. Roman

  3. Roman

  4. Roman

  5. Elizabeth

  6. Elizabeth

  7. Roman

  8. Roman

  9. Elizabeth

  10. Elizabeth

  11. Elizabeth

  12. Elizabeth

  13. Elizabeth

  14. Elizabeth

  15. Roman

  16. Jade

  17. Roman

  18. Elizabeth

  19. Elizabeth

  20. Roman

  21. Elizabeth

  22. Elizabeth

  23. Elizabeth

  24. Elizabeth

  25. Elizabeth

  26. Elizabeth

  27. Roman

  28. Elizabeth

  29. Sloan

  30. Roman

  31. Roman

  32. Elizabeth

  33. Elizabeth

  34. Roman

  35. Elizabeth

  36. Roman

  37. Elizabeth

  38. Elizabeth

  Epilogue

  Claimed By A King Preview

  Bonus Scene

  Note From Lisa

  Where You Can Find Me

  Bonus Stuff!

  Masterson #1

  Masterson Unleashed #2

  Masterson In Love #3

  Claimed By A King #4

  Indebted To A King #5

  Broken By A King #6

  Promised To A King #7

  Gunslinger

  Book List

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  To All My Romance Ninjas

  Books By Lisa

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  THE FIXER SERIES

  Masterson (Book 1)

  Masterson Unleashed (Book 2)

  Masterson In Love (Book 3)

  Claimed By A King (Book 4)

  Indebted To A King (Book 5)

  Broken By A King (Book 6)

  Promised To A King (Book 7)

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  THE NIGHTHAWK SERIES

  Gunslinger (Book 1)

  Wolf (Book 2)

  Introduction

  Important: Please note that this book was previously published under the title: Cousins In Love.

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  They all think that I'm a phase. A fetish. A temporary fixture. But I love Elizabeth, and there isn't sh*t anyone can do to change or destroy that … even her.

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  Being hopelessly in love with tatted, sexy, bad boy, Roman Masterson can be exactly what one would imagine. Intense. Passionate. Consuming. Dangerous.

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  After fighting so hard to be together, there still continues to be forces working against them. Yet the most difficult obstacles seem to be the ones that come from within.

  Prologue

  Zoe Clarkson

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  I can feel the tension and anxiety swirling around my shop like a witch's brew. The brooding man covered in beautiful ink, sitting rigidly across from me, is totally trying to control the room with his silence. Probably because he is used to dominating his environment by his mere physical presence, and he feels totally out of place in a room where I dictate the boundaries.

  The glowing woman dressed in the pretty yellow and coral dress, sitting to his left, definitely seems to have spearheaded the decision to make this appointment, although she seems quite nervous about it. She continues to adjust herself anxiously in her seat as if she's trying to think of an exit strategy.

  At first glance, I surmise that she doesn't fully comprehend or even recognize the power that she wields over the man; but I suppose that's part of the reason why she came to see me.

  I specialize in just this type of work.

  This is their first time here and already they have my undivided attention. The woman is classically passive aggressive. The man is oozing testosterone and probably has mother issues ... totally my favorite types of clients.

  "So is this appointment for Miss Hill or both of you, Mr. Masterson?" I ask directly. I think he respects a person who quickly gets to the heart of the matter.

  "Ask her."

  "I'm asking you." I challenge.

  "She booked this appointment. I don't know what the fuck is going on. She just tells me where to go and I drive."

  He crosses his thick, corded forearms in front of himself. Putting up a clear wall of defense. I highly doubt that this woman just tells him to do anything.

  "But you're planning on staying, right?"

  "Of course."

  "So Miss Hill–" I continue.

  "You can call me Elizabeth." She smiles nervously. I think the exchange between Mr. Masterson and myself made her even more uncomfortable than she already was.

  "Why don't we start with you then, Elizabeth. What made you book this appointment today? Why with me when you could have gone to a dozen other places?"

  She crosses her legs at the ankles, then plays a little with her thick brunette curls, while she appears to think carefully about her response.

  "Well, I have several reasons."

  The man presses one of his palms firmly down on the woman's jumpy knee for a moment. The woman smiles. I can tell that she feels more at ease now.

  I know that my process isn't the norm, and the man is especially skeptical based on his prior experience with this type of thing. This is definitely going to be a challenging couple to work with, but there's something about the both of them that I like already.

  I think the final results are going to be amazing.

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  Elizabeth

  "Face against the wall ... now."

  Roman Masterson is speechless, and what's truly more satisfying is that I've made him that way. I've given him four rules to follow tonight, and the promise that if he behaves, I'll reward him.

  1. No talking.

  2. No clothes.

  3. Hands on the wall.

  4. Face against the wall.

  He's spectacular to gaze at when he's like this.

  Naked.

  Strong.

  Quiet.


  Vulnerable.

  Beautiful.

  Turned on.

  I can almost see a layer of steam rising from the swirls of the massive tattoo that adorns his back. It's literally hot to the touch. Hot just for me. I gingerly use just a fingertip to trace his ink from the base of his spine, to the middle of his back, to his outstretched arms, and then to his neck.

  No matter how many times I've seen Roman without a shirt on, the beauty of his ink still amazes me; and I'm drawn towards it like a moth to a flame.

  I am standing completely nude, directly behind him, close enough for our bodies to touch, but not quite. Teasing him. It's a delicate balancing act as I'm standing on my tiptoes and attempting to lick, with the very tip of my tongue, the part of the tattoo that wraps around the side of his neck. I watch with satisfaction as his body shudders from my handiwork.

  Then I turn him completely around. His balls hanging heavy, his cock brick hard, jutting out straight ahead towards me. Begging for me to put it out of its misery. He's been a very good boy tonight. So I think I'll comply.

  "Back against the wall," I order with authority, making sure he keeps his palms flat against the wall.

  "We wouldn't want you to get the idea that you can touch me without permission, now would we?" I taunt.

  Roman groans lowly at the base of his throat in response, as if my words are almost too painful to bear. He's used to being in complete control of our lovemaking, but tonight he's going to learn the hard way that I run things.

  I grab a down feather pillow from the bed and toss it to the ground at his feet, but I don't make a move yet. I like the tension building between us. So I slowly look at the pillow, then I stare back at him, then to his strong biceps, and then to his taut six-pack that ends in a very sexy V at his groin area.

  The scar under his eye is twitching. He's staring back and forth between my mouth and the pillow. Almost as if he's trying to will me down on both knees to suck him off.

  I brazenly laugh out loud.

  He's not going to be able to take too much more of this. I wasn't really sure if he could. This was a test. A test of his need to dominate, and he's about to flunk it. Big time.

  I decide to turn up the heat just a bit more and grab underneath my heavy breasts with both hands. Using my thumbs to rub back and forth against my nipples, and turning them hard as pennies, I make sure not to take my eyes off of his.

  Roman licks his bottom lip as if it's coated with sugar. He wants to pop one of my breasts in his mouth so badly, and of course just the knowledge that he wants me like this is making me ache excruciatingly between my legs. If I could just relieve a little of the pressure between my thighs, I might be able to continue with my night of delicious torture of enforcing my four Roman rules.

  Maybe if I just take one of my hands and slide a finger or two between my folds, very lightly, very slowly; I may be able to hold off long enough to make this work for the both of us. But watching me do this to myself, and not being able to participate, is probably taking things a bit too far. Roman takes an almost obsessive delight in controlling when I orgasm and how often; me masturbating in front of him is the ultimate challenge to that carnal need of his.

  I know I'm right once he begins to growl at me at a decibel level that I can clearly hear. That the whole block could hear. I'm breaking him.

  So this is what it feels like? I think I'm starting to see the appeal.

  "Shh," I warn him. "Quiet."

  "Duchess," he exhales my name like a prayer for mercy.

  And then a second later he calls my name much louder.

  "Duchess!"

  The boom of his call frightening the bejeezus out of me. And just like that my eyes pop open and reality smacks me dead in the face. I'm still in my bedroom, but I'm not nude. I'm wearing a matching racerback tank and panty set. The one I bought from Target just the other day. I'm not standing up, but lying across my bed, and Roman is definitely here but his muscular body is hovering above me and he's grinning, as if he just won the lottery or something.

  I blink my eyes several times to help get the room in focus. Not just because I don't have my contacts in, and I can't see much, but because I'm a little confused as to what's happening around me.

  "I hate to wake you up, but you were dreaming about me, and it's making my dick hard as fuck."

  Of course ... it was all a dream.

  "I don't think–"

  Roman quickly slides one of his thick fingers inside my panties and in between my folds. When he slides it back out, he pops it inside his mouth and sucks.

  "Mmm, I think you were, baby. You taste like you were dreaming about me. You taste like heaven."

  He's right, there's no use in pretending or being embarrassed by it. What's wrong with a little dirty dream? Plus I'm horny as hell, and he's just the man who can help me out with that. The only man.

  "I was on my knees," I say with a teasing grin.

  I wasn't quite on my knees yet in the dream, but he doesn't need to know that.

  "Fuck, Duchess," he says gruffly. Almost in the same identical erotic way he did in my dream.

  "Is that what you want right now? My dick in your mouth?"

  He's so dirty. I love it, and I love him.

  "Yes, Masterson," I say as I slide my body down the bed and under the sheets, "that's exactly what I want."

  The first, strong pull I take of his engorged cock is smoky and spicy, and renders him utterly speechless.

  Very much like he was in my dream.

  2

  Roman

  Sex is a very powerful weapon. Historically it's been known to bring down even the most ruthless of men to their knees. Now I understand why. I'm sitting on one end of my father's dining room table while he sits at the other end, staring at each other silently because of sex. I'm not sure why he agreed to this sit down, but I admittedly did after being given a blowjob that changed my life.

  Yeah, sex makes you stupid.

  I feel like I'm in the middle of a Spaghetti Western stand off. The old man is blowing slowly on his spoonful of hot potato soup waiting for me to say something, and I'm doing the same as I bullshit around with my turkey on rye that Juliette fixed for me. Right before she ran out of Dodge.

  Fuck it. I'm not hungry. I'll go first. But as soon as I prepare to open my mouth to say the first few words I've said to Joseph in months, the old coot beats me to it.

  "So I hear that you have an issue with me."

  That would probably be understating things, but okay, I'll bite.

  "Which issue would that be?" I ask sarcastically.

  "You think I have something to do with you not being able to secure any new clients."

  He's right. I absolutely do think that. When Joseph and I parted ways last year, I wanted to make a clean break, meaning I'd start over from scratch. Yet he insisted that I take The Lotus and Mendez with me. I had to be mindful and consider my friends the Kings and not just myself when I made my decision, so I agreed. Lawyers sealed the deal. There were no hidden clauses, no backdoor deals I had to agree to, and no exchange of monies.

  "It was a parting gift," he said at the time. Now I'm starting to think that there was a price for such a generous gift. He's cockblocking me big time.

  Neither Cam, Cutter nor I have been able to sign a new client to save our fucking lives. No one is calling us to fix shit, and the feelers that we've been putting out there are resulting in basically nothing. Shit clients. Degenerates who want us to burn down their corner stores for the insurance money. It's fucking insulting.

  "I certainly don't think it's a coincidence."

  Joseph takes another slow slurp of his soup. The noise sickens me. Reminds me of days from my childhood when all I had to slurp on for days was ramen noodles, thanks to my addict mother and absentee father. After he dabs his mouth with a napkin, the old man sits back in his chair, hands folded in his lap; looking like the smug bastard he's always been. The same man I've resented but also revered for most of my l
ife.

  "If you think I had to convince people not to hire you and those friends of yours, you're sadly mistaken. There aren't too many people who are simply going to trust you just because you're my son. That is of course unless I tell them to." He smirks after making that last comment. Pissing me off even further.

  "We've been working together as a team for years. Why would I have to convince anyone of anything, unless you're telling them shit to make them reconsider hiring me?"

  "Let's get one thing straight. You and the Kings worked for me. We didn't work together. Having said that, let's not forget that I was grooming your ungrateful ass to takeover the business and be your own boss until you started sleeping around with family."