Assassin Treasure (Assassins Book 4)

by

C.L. Scholey

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ISBN: 978-1-63355-660-7

Credits
Cover Artist: Kris Norris
Editor: Melanie Billings

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GAME ON!

This is one married couple whose appetites for each other grow ever stronger with each passing year. They thoroughly enjoy discovering new ways to keep the spark alive and thriving. Allowing another couple to share in their fun only seems to increase the possibilities. Keeping the love alive is certainly not a problem for Mac and Jenney, which makes their escapades deliciously fun to read.

~ Coffee Time Romance

ENGULF – NEW WORLD BK 5

Abri is a strong female heroine. She didn't let deafness define who she is. Raiden is a likeable guy. Why? Even though Abri is deaf, Raiden picked her for his female.

C.L. Scholey has done a terrific job of creating this futuristic romance series. We have action, romance, adventure & mystery all in 102 pages.

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THE BRETHREN OF TAVISH – VAMPIRE COVEN BK 1

The Brethren of Tavish is a wonderfully written book. The characters are well rounded and bring you into the story as if you were really there. The story flows smoothly tying one part to the next. The plot is well thought out, giving you plenty of action…

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New World Series Package Set – Books 1 to 5

NEW WORLD SERIES

Shield

Armor

Impenetrable

Apparition

Engulf

Guardian

Defender

Mine!

VAMPIRE COVEN SERIES

The Brethren of Tavish

A Vampire to Watch Over Me

A Vampire’s Embrace

UNEARTHLY WORLD SERIES

Bay’s Mercenary

Zuri’s Zargonnii Warrior

Bethany’s Heart

Cautious Surrender

To Catch a Warrior

ELEMENTS SERIES

Fire’s Flame

VIKING WARRIOR SERIES

w/a Constantine De Bohon

Valhalla Hott

Valhalla Wolf

Valkyrie Heat

Norse Valor

DARK WORLD SERIES

Cage

ASSASSIN SERIES

Assassins Book 1: Assassin Territory

Assasins Book 2: My Assassin Lover

Assassins Book 3: Assassin Master

Back to Our Beginning

What a great year this has been! Thanks so much to my readers. Every day that passes I get to know more people. Thank you for your emails, and for allowing my stories into your life.

~ Connie.

Candy hated the nightshift. Candy’s boss knew she hated the nightshift. She was positive that was why he’d given it to her. She despised the darkness past the windows, seeing her reflection mirrored back. The aloneness of the cold office, the heat turned down because of the late hour, chilled her. The lights were mysteriously dim when everyone else was home, tucked into their warm beds.

After shrugging off his repeated advances toward her, Tyler Darren, her boss, told Candy she was to report for duty from now on at eleven o’clock sharp. It was his annoying form of punishment, although she thought it best considering the circumstances; at least she’d be away from him. So Candy complied, if unwillingly, desperately needing her job and the money, but found with dismay, her boss changed his own shift to match hers.

Well after midnight, right before the others were dismissed for the evening, he casually strolled in. With a great deal of consternation, she suddenly found herself completely alone with him in his large office.

Positioning the magnificent black walnut desk between her and her boss, Candy made an effort to keep her distance. The blinds had been drawn earlier; her boss claimed the city lights proved too much of a distraction. At fifteen stories high, it was more than likely it was to keep the adjoining building from seeing into his affairs. An occasional flicker of luminosity shone its way between the blinds to dance eerie, spontaneous movements across the dimly lit, light gray room.

Stalking her at his leisure, Darren ran the knuckles of his left hand across the polished desk top, his gaze fixated on her, licking his lips suggestively. His intent was obvious. The exceedingly good-looking, expensively-dressed, large, arrogant, dark-haired man grinned at her discomfort. Unfortunately for her, as handsome as the man was on the outside, inside was a vile repulsive snake…a rattle snake. Candy feared his bite was lethal.

“Candy, you have such potential,” Darren informed her. His piercing, cold, soulless blue gaze lewdly trailed hungrily over her body, as though devouring her within heated, lust-filled thoughts.

Candy cringed when he chuckled; his reminiscent gaze assessed her feeble attempt to hide her curves from him under the stylish, but baggy, pink sweater she wore and the shapeless black slacks, giving her, what she hoped, was a professional hands-off look. Her long, thick, dark black hair cascaded down her slender back, forming ringlets at the ends, after he had gotten close enough to pull her locks free from the severe bun she wound it in. Her scalp still tingled from his touch, each strand assaulted and violated. Tendrils tickled at her cheek and chin, framing her heart-shaped face, devoid of any makeup. Candy glared at him. She realized too late her innocent look captivated the man. She was young and vulnerable, she was being hunted, and the prey had nowhere to retreat.

“Mr. Darren, I’ve told you repeatedly I’m only interested in a professional working relationship.”

To her dismay, Candy was unable to keep the tremor from her voice. She continued her backward descent until she thumped into the hard wall.
Caged
. He advanced, almost pouncing on her.

“Oh, we can keep it professional, sweetheart. I just want to
dictate
to you,” Darren said smoothly.

Both hands were pressed against the wall on either side, keeping Candy from retreating. He had already removed his jacket; it hung on his chair in a corner. His tie was pulled low, his top three buttons undone. She could see the fine black hairs on his chest, and she swallowed hard.

Candy heard the double meaning of the word dictate. She pushed against him, her concern rising. Her hands splayed across his generous chest, his white, silk shirt slid underneath her fingertips, and instead of a defensive gesture it was more of a strong, seductive caress. She wondered if that was why he loved to wear these shirts.

They were alone together; she knew if she screamed no one would hear her. If the security guard did, he’d turn a blind eye; Mr. Darren would’ve paid him off. She berated herself for being in this position. If Candy had known Darren’s intentions, she never would have agreed. Another co-worker had worked the same hours, as well as a few others, and declared it was a rarity he ever came in so late. The co-workers claimed he was somewhat of a partier, and they could work at their own pace, in peace of his overbearing tyranny. Candy had no idea she’d be left completely alone with this man. She should’ve seen it coming when one by one the others were dismissed. Candy had been sent on an errand, and returned to find herself in this precarious predicament with her boss.

“Stop,” Candy commanded. “
I’m warning you.”

She shoved at him hard, using her body to aid her, but he didn’t budge. Darren laughed at her feeble attempt. Both knew she was no match for his strength. He towered over her five-foot-four frame. The top of her head barely reached his shoulder, he made it no secret he worked out daily to enhance his powerful physique. He weighed at least twice as much as she. Candy was completely at his mercy. She knew he had none. For months she’d evaded his touch, far too long for him and not long enough for her; she could tell he was eager. Candy was eager to get away.

“Enough, that’s it, I quit,” Candy said with a growl.

“We’re just getting started. I’m giving you a raise. Only fair since you’ve given me a rise.”

“I don’t want you. Stop,
no,
what part of fuck off don’t you get?”

“The fuck part, I definitely get the fuck part.”

His head dipped, and he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, pressing her further into the wall. His serpent’s tongue invaded her mouth and she gagged with disgust, tasting the vile whisky he overindulged in. His teeth pressed against hers and she was unable to bite down. Candy struggled against him. He groaned as his hardness pressed against her writhing belly, obviously enjoying the feel of his stiff erection against her softness. As he pushed her further into the wall, she gasped in pain. She stilled beneath him as his body crushed her. Her head slumped against his chest.

“Now be nice to me, Candy, and perhaps you’ll get a promotion...to my bed,” Darren said, breathing heavily. He chuckled as she shivered.

He moved back, releasing some of his weight from her, allowing her to breathe. Candy inhaled deeply, not wanting to fall unconscious.

“That’s it, baby, breathe deep. I want you to experience every movement, every touch. I’m going to make certain by the time I’m finished with you, you won’t avoid me, but will come running when I call. I don’t care how long it takes, or how often I need to take you. I’m up for the challenge, definitely up for it,” he told her while grinding his cock against her.

Candy’s mind was racing with her thoughts. Another plan, she needed evasive maneuvers. She needed to get away from him. His mouth burned a trail of sloppy wet kisses down her neck as his hand fondled a breast under her shirt. She held submissively still. She choked on the sickening smell of his heady cologne.

“That’s it, baby, just relax. It doesn’t have to be too rough. Unless that’s the way you want it to be,” Darren said. The underlying warning was unmistakable, his hands roamed over both of her breasts, squeezing and kneading her tender flesh.

Shaking, she pressed against the wall, as he rubbed his erection against her harder and with urgency. Biting down hard on her lip, she stifled a scream, as he began lifting her shirt to expose her. Her hands closed over his as he pinched and rolled her nipples with his fingers. She could feel the motion of his fingers beneath her own and she fought the bile building in her throat. His head dipped to taste her.

“Not here, please.” She ducked her head lower to stop his descent and gazed up at him as though she were turned on instead of terrified. “The desk, take me on the desk. There’s a bump in the wall that hurts. I can’t feel your hands on me when my back aches.” There was also nothing on the wall she could grab at to use as a weapon.

“Sure, baby, sure,” he concurred with mounting heated passion. “I can lay you on the desk. I can bend you over the desk. The only pain I want you to experience is to come from me.” He groaned deep within his throat, as his fingertips continued to roll one nipple, pinching painfully. Candy couldn’t help a soft moan of distaste. “I’ve fantasized about you, about you begging for it. I know you want me; I can see it in your eyes. I’ve seen you watching me; I bet you love me screwing you in your thoughts. Now you get the real thing. I want to hear your moans while you cry out from beneath me. I’ll make you scream for it. You’ve played coy enough.”