Monday, November 24, 2014

Title: Royal Blood

Series: Royal Blood #1

Author: Amity Cross

Cover Design: Amity Cross

 Release Date: 

December 8, 2014


A hit gone wrong, an impossible contract, revenge and the ultimate kicker… falling in 


Mercy Reid is a runner.

She found the perfect place to hide, until it wasn't.

Xavier "X" Blood always gets what he wants.

He had the perfect arrangement, until it wasn't.


is the mysterious tough guy from Royal Blood MC who gets shit done.

Cross the Club and you get a visit from X. Only one person walks away at

the end of it...and it isn't you.

Mercy is hiding something.

Something big. Looking to get lost, she runs from one hopeless situation

right into the clutches of a monster.

When X and Mercy meet, something more electrifying than sparks fly. Something dangerous,

passionate and forbidden.

When you deal in death, there's only one way things can end...

Or is there?

- If you like sparkly

unicorns and hearts,

Royal Blood IS NOT for you.

- If you like dark twisty

anti-heroes and

heart stopping roller coasters, Royal Blood IS for you. 

- If you like teddy bears

and kittens with

whiskers, Royal Blood IS NOT for you. 

- If you like unapologetic

alpha males

that drip sex and talk dirty, Royal Blood IS for you.

You have been



Sliding out 

of the booth, I sauntered across

the pub and ducked behind the counter. Nobody gave me a second glance. They

didn’t know who I was, nobody did, but they knew I wasn’t anybody good. Peering

through the window on the door, Mercy had her back turned, wiping at her damp

T-shirt. I could step into her from behind and show her how hard I was…but that

wasn’t the way this game was going to be played.


the door open with the flat of

my palm, she looked up at me with blue eyes that gave away two things. Her hair

wasn’t naturally black and by the way her pupils dilated, she was amped up. I

was interested in only one of these observations and by the way my cock began

to stir, there was no guessing which one was the money shot.


glared up at me, trying to cover

her surprise at my appearance.

“What the fuck do you want?” she spat,

dabbing at her tiny T-shirt with a rag. “You’re not allowed back here.

Employees only."

I stepped

closer, not put off by her

tone at all. I’d had worse.

“I don’t

give a shit,” I said.

She eyed

me, her gaze raking from head

to cock and back up again.

I quirked

an eyebrow, my lip curling in


“If you

want something, just fucking say

it,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “I don’t even know who the fuck you



“X, what?”

she said, putting her hands

on her hips. Bitch didn’t miss a trick.

“It’s my


"X as in the

letter x?" She

rolled her eyes.

"Got a problem?" I asked,inching closer.


She nodded at me. “You’re in a

staff only area. You might be all buddy buddy with Weiss, but I don’t know you

from shit."

“The mouth on you,” I breathed, totally

turned on. I knew she had bite in her, but fucking Jesus H Christ. The more she

bit, the harder I got. My gaze rested on her tits. Yeah, I was a tits man

through and through and hers...

“You think I’m going to let you fuck

me?” she scoffed, her bluntness doing nothing but turning me on even more.

My gaze snapped back to hers. “Who said

I was going to fuck you?"

She pressed her hips forward, her groin

rubbing into mine. “Your cock."

My hand shot up and grasped the hair at

the nape of her neck. With a sharp tug, her head fell to the side, leaving her

neck exposed. If I was an asshole, I’d just take her now, but I wasn’t…fuck

that. I was an asshole. Asshole was too safe a word to describe the kind

of man I was.

“No,” I said, running my gaze down her

pale neck and over her tits. “No, I’m not going to fuck you, Mercy.” She gave

me a look that screamed ‘offended' and it only made me grin wider. “Not here.

When I fuck you, I’m not going to share your screams with anyone."

Her entire 

body shivered and I knew I

had her. Next time, she would come to me.

Letting her 

go, I let her hair run

between my fingers and it took her a beat too long to step back and separate

our bodies.

Giving her one last appreciative look, I

turned on my heel and exited the ‘employee only’ room. I could wait. My cock

strained against my jeans in protest, but this was one desire I was playing out and savoring.

I strode across the bar and pushed out

the door, rearranging myself.

I could wait.

Author Bio


Cross isn’t my real name. That’s no secret.

I didn’t want my Mum and my workplace to find out I wrote about doodles and tongue-in-cheek sexual innuendo.

live in a leafy suburb of Melbourne writing about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads that don’t take s**t lying down.

Insert more pretentious c**p here.

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