Sins of a Bad Boy by Soraya Naomi
Coming September 5th, 2015
William Kade was a renowned fighter who fought hard and played dirty. He titillated all women and was rejected by none – he was an Original Bad Boy.
An orphan who came from nothing, William became a ruthless businessman who desired to build an empire from a gaming club and an illegal fight club with his best friend and mentor, Charles Lindon.
But when profits declined, Charles and William ventured into a new world and decided to open the first hardcore sex club in the U.S. More money was needed to expand their business; however, when debts of the gambling club weren’t being paid, they were forced to take drastic measures to secure a steady cash flow. Drastic measures that involved Ivy, a woman William already had unfinished business with. A woman that might be the only female that equally annoyed and intrigued him.
When William and Ivy start to play a game, the stakes become higher with each passing day until no one can find a sane way out anymore.
No one feels the depth of your pain, only your own heart.
A dark, erotic historical romance.
Book one of The Original Bad Boys series. All books in this series are standalones and can be read in random order.
From Soraya Naomi, Amazon Bestselling Author of the Mafia Romance, Chicago Syndicate series.
“I’m going to wash up,” William said as a servant took hold of Charles’s hat and cane.“Down the hall, to your left, William,” Rutherford told him, then he turned to Charles, and they walked off to the front parlor.William passed a few guests and dipped his chin in greeting before rounding the corner to the washroom. He came to a sudden stop when he heard a soft moan coming from a room to his right. The door was slightly ajar, and he tilted his head to peek inside. A smile tugged at his lips as he witnessed a woman in a lover’s embrace. The man’s large hands roamed over her sapphire skirt, down to her luscious ass while she whimpered softly. In turn, her hands found their way into his pockets. The man was murmuring to her, and she let out a low laugh. She had stunning curls in a reddish-brown color that flowed down her back as she arched into the passionate hold.William knew his rectitude of conduct was considered debased and immoral, but all these people lived the same way; they just all did it in secret. Typical upper class behavior.When he felt a presence creeping up behind him, he swiveled around just in time to confront the person. He caught a wrist and pressed Anne with her back against the opposite wall, quickly covering her mouth with his hand to prevent her from making a sound. Her eyes widened, but he could feel she was smiling when he pushed his leg between hers. He raised one eyebrow and put a finger to his lips, warning her to be quiet.His thoughts were consumed by the lady in another man’s arms, who was now whispering something. Her voice held a smoky edge that made William wonder about her face, about who she was.Anne started to wiggle against him, and William realized he practically forgot the woman he had up against the wall. Removing his hand, he softly stated, “There are people in there; let’s give them some privacy.”He desperately wanted to avoid speaking with Anne because she was either going to come on to him again or pick a fight about the way he treated her after they had sex earlier in the day. He also didn’t need her mother catching them since he had fucked Mrs. Rutherford a couple of years ago. So he hurriedly released Anne and strode to the front parlor while ignoring her plea to stay and talk for a minute. He wasn’t worried in the least that she would discuss any of her afternoon activities with her father or other family members since nineteen year old Anne was supposed to be a shy, rule-abiding society girl. But Anne was always looking for sexual pleasure, and she got it from different guys at the fight club. Today was the one time William finally let her into his bed, and he regretted it since she wasn’t very memorable.Entering the parlor, he sought out Charles, who was already seated next to Rutherford.The entire meal, William was ignoring Anne and looking for a woman in a sapphire dress and auburn curls to walk in, but she never came. Just when he decided that she was probably still with the man in that room, the man crossed the threshold, looking decidedly unpleased – without her trailing behind him. A crease formed in William’s forehead because he couldn’t imagine where that particular guest would be during the dinner. Nonetheless, he tried to focus on the conversation around him.After dinner, the men retreated to another room to smoke, which was apparently a British tradition, but William wasn’t one to put up with traditions and neither were some other Americans, so they joined the women in the ballroom where a huge chandelier hung in the middle of the ceiling, illuminating the entire dance floor.William snagged a glass of champagne from a passing footman’s tray and downed it in one gulp in time to deposit it on another, replacing it with a second drink. A smirk flitted across his face when he spotted the woman in the far corner. It must be her with those curls flowing magnificently to her lower back, the tips ending right above her ass – an ass he could sink his teeth into. Why he needed to see her face, he didn’t know or particularly care. Moving toward her, he noticed how she kept quiet and just observed the men around her.And when she turned her head, William stopped dead in his tracks. Standing under the light of the chandelier, he saw that her hair had a deep reddish glow, a color he had certainly not seen before. She was quite young, not yet a woman. Her skin seemed so soft to the touch. And her face was one he was most likely never to forget. Her eyes were a vibrant blue and magnificently huge, made even more remarkable because of her reddish-brown, thick curls. Her high cheekbones and deliciously plump, pink lips caught his attention next. The lady had an air of innocence and arrogance that had his cock twitching in his pants. She was perusing the room with a perceptive expression and passed William, then she stopped and slowly looked back at him.He kept his stare locked on her face. There was something familiar in her features.Her eyes widened a touch when he started to move toward her little group.“Gentlemen.” He shook hands and smiled at her – she didn’t return the favor.They all greeted him and relayed him with questions about the gaming club. William answered them while stealing glances at the girl, who was starting to look for an escape.Did she know William saw her and her lover in the room?What really bothered him was why no one had introduced her to him.When a heated political discussion regarding liquor ignited, William took his opportunity to talk to her.She was standing right across from him now. She was neither short nor tall, but somewhere roughly in the middle. And she had a small dusting of freckles on her nose.“I believe we haven’t been introduced, Miss…”She arced a perfectly plucked brow but kept silent, leaving William at a loss for words – for the first time ever. She definitely knew he’d caught her in a lover’s embrace.As he leisurely examined her, he realized she was indeed young and made a considerable effort to look older with makeup and a revealing, low cut dress, the swell of her small breasts absolutely enthralling to him. He took a sip of his drink and kept gawking at her over the rim of his glass since he was enjoying how uncomfortable his attention was making her.“Stop staring at me,” she hissed, low enough for only William to hear.A corner of his mouth slowly rose. “Why so shy?”She straightened her back and ran her fingers through her hair, that air of arrogance surrounding her still, and William thought that perhaps she was one of Anne’s juvenile friends.“Where were you during dinner?” he wanted to know.Her lips trembled, and she glanced around anxiously.Rudely, she spun around to leave, but William stopped her by the elbow and released her instantly.Then he slipped behind her, without touching, and leaned in close to her ear. “Off to another rendezvous?”Her head turned, their lips almost touched, and she softly answered while gazing at his mouth, “No, we’re not all like you. At least I have the decency to find the privacy of a room.”Finally, she admitted that she saw him too, probably when he had Anne pressed against the wall.“Who are you?” he blurted, becoming slightly annoyed by her conceit.She stepped away from him quickly and threw him a brash grin that he felt directly in his cock. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”William was completely perplexed by this young girl, and all he could think to ask was, “How old are you?”A tremor of shock went through her, yet she didn’t utter a word.He added on a whisper, “I’ll find out anyway who you are.”Without acknowledging his statement, she paced away briskly while the other men were oblivious to what had just transpired between the two of them.And William smiled at her retreating form, promising himself to find out who this smug woman was.
I was born in South America in 1984 and raised in Europe where I presently reside with my fiancé.
I read many genres but favor intense, dark, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don’t secretly want to be kidnapped, though!
I have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often.
My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.
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