Title: Necessary Cruelty
Series: Lords of Deception #1
Author: Ashley Gee
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 31, 2020
Blurb
Will he save me or break me?
Vin Cortland is the crowned prince of Deception High. He is beloved by his
subjects and ruthless with his enemies.
We used to be friends, once. Not anymore.
It’s no secret that he hates me, but only the two of us will ever know why. And
the guilt of what I’ve done makes me hate myself more than he ever could.
Except love and hate are two sides of the same coin and both will make you
burn.
Then he comes to me with a proposition: one fake marriage in exchange for
enough money to finally escape this town and leave the past behind me. The
offer is hard to refuse and Vin isn’t the type to take no for an answer.
I want to know why me, but I won’t ask for his secrets when it means revealing
my own.
He is the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me.
My savior and my destruction.
It’s a deal with the devil.
I’ll let him take my body and my hand in marriage.
The only question is whether or not he also gets my soul.
Necessary Cruelty is a standalone, enemies-to-lovers romance with an HEA and
no cliffhanger. Lords of Deception is a New Adult series of standalone romances
featuring drama, angsty sensuality and Alpha males who will be brought to their
knees. This book is intended for mature readers.
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Excerpt
When I snap awake in the middle of the night, I immediately know I’m not
alone.
alone.
The thin curtains covering the window let in enough of a glow from the
floodlights outside that I can just make out the figure sitting at the desk
chair in the corner of my room.
floodlights outside that I can just make out the figure sitting at the desk
chair in the corner of my room.
For a moment, fear tightens my throat and steals my breath as I reorient
myself to the present instead of dreams about the past. The fear only lasts
until my vision adjusts to the darkness enough that I can tell who it is
sitting there.
myself to the present instead of dreams about the past. The fear only lasts
until my vision adjusts to the darkness enough that I can tell who it is
sitting there.
As if there is more than one person that it could be.
Vin watches me come awake with an expression that isn’t visible in the
dark, but I know he has a scowl on his face. Wood creaks in the silence as he
shifts his weight, but he doesn’t say anything.
dark, but I know he has a scowl on his face. Wood creaks in the silence as he
shifts his weight, but he doesn’t say anything.
And neither do I.
Grandpa is long asleep, not that he would be capable of mounting the
stairs to come to my rescue. And I know Zion hasn’t returned from wherever he
goes at night, because the noise he makes coming in the house would have woken
me up.
stairs to come to my rescue. And I know Zion hasn’t returned from wherever he
goes at night, because the noise he makes coming in the house would have woken
me up.
Vin and I are never alone at school. He either has the other Vice Lords
with him, or he avoids me like the plague. At least, it feels like he avoids
me. But I can’t ignore the fact that he always seems to be around anytime the
rules are broken. One time, Liam Connelly grabbed my elbow and tried to pull me
into a broom closet, knowing I probably wouldn’t open my mouth to protest. Vin
was there before Liam even had the chance to close the door behind us, breaking
my would-be rapist’s jaw badly enough that he required corrective surgery.
with him, or he avoids me like the plague. At least, it feels like he avoids
me. But I can’t ignore the fact that he always seems to be around anytime the
rules are broken. One time, Liam Connelly grabbed my elbow and tried to pull me
into a broom closet, knowing I probably wouldn’t open my mouth to protest. Vin
was there before Liam even had the chance to close the door behind us, breaking
my would-be rapist’s jaw badly enough that he required corrective surgery.
But that has always been one of the rules: no one else gets to touch me.
I see a flash of white in the darkness, and I know it’s the note Jake had
my brother pass me at lunch. Vin leaves it on the table as he stands, seeming
to loom over me even though he is still across the room.
my brother pass me at lunch. Vin leaves it on the table as he stands, seeming
to loom over me even though he is still across the room.
He circles the bed like a shark in the water, scenting blood. But it’s
his scent that permeates the room, a heady mix of wood-smoke and bergamot with
just the barest hint of oleander. Always, with the fucking oleanders. I have
the feeling he rubs himself down with them just to mess with me. That scent will
stay here, tainting the air, long after he leaves.
his scent that permeates the room, a heady mix of wood-smoke and bergamot with
just the barest hint of oleander. Always, with the fucking oleanders. I have
the feeling he rubs himself down with them just to mess with me. That scent will
stay here, tainting the air, long after he leaves.
It’s been so long since the last time he showed up here like this that I
almost had myself convinced we were done. But the two of us are like two
meteors on a collision course in the darkness of space, destined to collide in
a spectacular display of destruction.
almost had myself convinced we were done. But the two of us are like two
meteors on a collision course in the darkness of space, destined to collide in
a spectacular display of destruction.
In a moment of fancy, I wonder if it’s jealousy or possession that has
brought him here tonight, after months of staying away. Realistically, I know
the reality is both simpler and more complicated than that. He is here because
he can’t stop himself from coming.
brought him here tonight, after months of staying away. Realistically, I know
the reality is both simpler and more complicated than that. He is here because
he can’t stop himself from coming.
He wants me in a peculiar and twisted way, but he also might wrap his
hands around my throat and squeeze the life from me, something he has
threatened to do more than once in the past.
hands around my throat and squeeze the life from me, something he has
threatened to do more than once in the past.
His presence here is inexplicable, because there isn’t any explanation
required.
required.
Vincent Cortland does whatever he wants whenever he feels like doing it.
That is the way it has always been.
That is the way it has always been.
Everybody talks about destiny like it’s some wondrous thing that must be
written in the stars. Really, destiny is just the inevitable result of your
decisions rushing up from the future to blast you in the face. If you jump off
a cliff, hitting the rocks below becomes your destiny. You’re accelerating
towards destiny in a free fall, and at that point there isn’t any stopping what
has to happen next.
written in the stars. Really, destiny is just the inevitable result of your
decisions rushing up from the future to blast you in the face. If you jump off
a cliff, hitting the rocks below becomes your destiny. You’re accelerating
towards destiny in a free fall, and at that point there isn’t any stopping what
has to happen next.
Just because something is your destiny doesn’t mean it won’t destroy you.
I fold my legs in front of me and wrap my arms around my knees as my gaze
tracks his movements in the dim light. He paces like a caged predator in a zoo,
desperate for a way out. I don’t say anything as I continue to watch him. This
always plays out the same way, and I figured out it’s better to be patient a
long time ago.
tracks his movements in the dim light. He paces like a caged predator in a zoo,
desperate for a way out. I don’t say anything as I continue to watch him. This
always plays out the same way, and I figured out it’s better to be patient a
long time ago.
Vin crawls into the bed without asking for permission, and I scoot over
to make room for him. He lies on his side on top of the blankets behind me
while one hand wraps around my waist to haul me back against him. His open hand
rests heavily against my stomach, forcing me down with pressure that is just on
the wrong side of too much.
to make room for him. He lies on his side on top of the blankets behind me
while one hand wraps around my waist to haul me back against him. His open hand
rests heavily against my stomach, forcing me down with pressure that is just on
the wrong side of too much.
Spooning is supposed to be a romantic thing, but he manages to turn it
into a punishment. That has always been a talent of his, taking something good
and twisting it into a thing that I both love and loathe.
into a punishment. That has always been a talent of his, taking something good
and twisting it into a thing that I both love and loathe.
We lie together in the dark until our breathing is in sync. I try to take
slower and shallower breaths, because I hate that it is so easy for our bodies
to become a perfect match. But there isn’t any use trying to fight it. Our
chests rise and fall together, his breath tickling the back of my neck as he
exhales.
slower and shallower breaths, because I hate that it is so easy for our bodies
to become a perfect match. But there isn’t any use trying to fight it. Our
chests rise and fall together, his breath tickling the back of my neck as he
exhales.
An hour passes in silence, but neither of us have fallen asleep. Every
place his body touches mine burns. My muscles are clenched and taut as he
forces me back against him, but his proximity compels me to relax even as I
wish it wasn’t the case.
place his body touches mine burns. My muscles are clenched and taut as he
forces me back against him, but his proximity compels me to relax even as I
wish it wasn’t the case.
Our hearts might be at war, but our bodies have a mind of their own.
I only wear a t-shirt to bed most nights, maybe throwing on a pair of sweatpants
when it gets particularly cold. Pajamas are a luxury I simply do not
understand. I can’t imagine spending money on clothes that I never wear outside
the house.
when it gets particularly cold. Pajamas are a luxury I simply do not
understand. I can’t imagine spending money on clothes that I never wear outside
the house.
The hand that has been still on my stomach this entire time shifts to my
hip, stroking down the bare skin of my exposed thigh. His lips touch the back
of my neck, so softly it makes me want to cry.
hip, stroking down the bare skin of my exposed thigh. His lips touch the back
of my neck, so softly it makes me want to cry.
But I won’t call it a kiss, refuse to even think that word. Despite
everything, despite my fear, the one thing we never do is kiss.
everything, despite my fear, the one thing we never do is kiss.
Vin Cortland doesn’t kiss anyone.
Author Bio
Ashley writes moody, atmospheric romance with characters who
have to earn their happily ever after. Her stories are angsty and emotional,
featuring unique heroines and alphas brought to their knees.
have to earn their happily ever after. Her stories are angsty and emotional,
featuring unique heroines and alphas brought to their knees.
She lives in Indiana with her husband, two children, two
cats, two dogs and partridge in a pear tree (okay not really!). She doesn’t
enjoy long walks on the beach because the sand gets everywhere but can often be
found binging Netflix and drinking wine from Kroger.
cats, two dogs and partridge in a pear tree (okay not really!). She doesn’t
enjoy long walks on the beach because the sand gets everywhere but can often be
found binging Netflix and drinking wine from Kroger.
Necessary Cruelty is her debut novel.
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