Locke (Book Five) The Corps Security Series
Locke
by Harper Sloan
published September 29, 2014
copy for review provided by author
Synopsis
Darkness is the only thing I see. Ever since the day my life changed. The day that
everything and everyone I held close to me ceased to exist. The day I lost it all and
the demons of my past consumed my every waking moment.
I tried to keep others at arm’s length. Tried not to let my darkness taint them. Ruin
them. Harm them. And whether I want to admit it or not, as much as I wish I could
keep them locked out, they refuse to leave. Refuse to let me suffer alone.
If I hadn’t been so focused on keeping those demons from flying free, I wouldn’t
have missed how one perfect angel was able to sneak her way under my skin—
refusing to let go. Making me want things I don’t deserve.
She consumes me. Her beauty knows no end. The love she promises tempts me
every time she’s near. But that pure heart that makes her MY Emmy is the one
thing I’m convinced I’ll destroy if I ever let her close.
I’m a broken man. A broken man with too much darkness in his soul to ever let her
light shine upon me. But even that doesn’t stop me from craving her with every
single breath in my body.
**This is the final book in the Corps Security series. This book is not suitable for
younger readers. There is strong language, adult situations, and some violence.*
My Review
Locke is my favorite of the Security Corps men. I like them
dark, silent and hurting. His demons run very deep! Deeper then I could have
imagined. He is such a good guy, great friend and he deserves his happily ever
after.
I liked Emmy from that start! She is a strong women, and she
needs to be if she wants to pull Locke from the darkness. She has demons of her
own. Parts of her that she has battled with for years.
Both Locke and Emmy have need to conquer their past if they
want a future together. The difference between the two is that Emmy believes in
love, she believes in Locke. Locke needs to start believing in himself if he
wants Emmy to stick.
Like I said, this is my favorite book of the series. There
are some errors that should have been caught by editors and betas….but this did
not detract ME from the story. Lots of Alpha male, lots of hot sex, lots of
strong women and just enough tender moments to make you fall in love.
Since this is the last book in the series, there are several
very satisfying epilogues with one possible…..maybe……another story in the
works?? I sure hope so!
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Prologue—Maddox
Six weeks. It’s been over a goddamn month since Emmy ran from me.
Just gone.
It took me three days to find her—thanks to the tracking device I had placed
on her car—down in some small Podunk town in south Florida. Even if she had
been trying to hide, she’d done a shit job of it. One search for her parents would
have brought me right to her.
It took me longer to actually get eyes on her than it had to find her. She was
holed up in some cheap-ass hotel for three weeks. She called in her meals and never
left the room. And unfortunately, I had to leave and rush home when things out of
my control needed attention and I again had to pull Asher’s head out of his ass. Now
I’m back and I’m not leaving until I get my hands on her.
She doesn’t want to be found. I know that, but damn if I’m going to let her
run off and get away for good. I’ve pushed and pushed her away. Every bone in my
body has screamed at me to take what she’s been offering for years. I’ve seen her, I
know what she wants, but I won’t let my demons hurt her. Not my Emmy.
Since day one, she’s been the greatest temptation, but I refused to take
everything innocent that is Emmy and let my blackness take her. Because that’s
what will happen. It will wrap around her soul and slowly choke the life out of her.
Just like every other person I’ve allowed in.
I’ll taint her. I’ll ruin her. And in the end, it will destroy her.
One smile from her made me fall. So I pushed her away. I told her that she
would never be what I need—that I would never want her. God, if she only knew. I
crave her and everything she keeps trying to hand me. I crave her and everything
she could give me. My very being calls out to her, and I work daily to refuse it.
So I pushed.
Until she ran.
But that ends right now.
Looking up at the gaudy neon lights thrown on the top of this hellhole, I know
that was my first mistake.
SYN.
A motherfucking strip club.
This is not a place where my angel belongs. Just the thought of her inside this
club makes my skin crawl. I can feel my anger becoming a force of its own as the
blackness in my soul threatens to burst through. It’s burning inside my veins and
demanding blood. My nostrils flare, making my breaths come in loud pants. My fist
clenches—demanding something to pound into, something to destroy. My skin feels
tight. Every vein in my body is pulsing with each wild beat of my heart.
I’m going to explode.
The bouncer doesn’t even give me a second thought. He gives me a brief
glance as I pay the twenty bucks to gain my access into the hellish place. I
immediately rip my sunglasses off, taking in every inch of the room. Black walls
with dim lighting, stereotypical red carpeting and leather booths lining the room.
They have the name right with the smell of this place—sex and sin with a mixture
of smoke and sweat. There are three stages set up around the room, the center one
being the largest and two smaller ones to the left and right, with a bar against the
back wall and one on the top floor.
The whole top-floor bar area is set up on a glass floor, giving these
douchebags around the room the perfect view between the barely dressed servers’
legs. Taking my eyes off the top floor, where the bartenders are clearly working
the glass floor to their advantage, I scan the room again, squinting my eyes to see
through the dim lighting and heavy smoke.
That’s when I spot her.
“What. The. Fuck,” I snarl under my breath.
The anger I felt earlier burning through my body starts to boil. It’s almost as
if my body becomes a force of its own. The monsters inside me wanting free.
There she stands, not even five feet away, looking exhausted, wearing next
to nothing. Her skirt—if that’s what you want to call it—is more like a napkin
someone cut in half. From the way she stands—slightly to the side—I can just make
out the perfect roundness of her ass peeking out the bottom of the hem. Her pert
tits are pushed together and held in a tight bikini top, the fabric so thin that I can see
the outline of her nipples clear as day.
My eyes take in every inch of her exposed skin and I want to roar with rage.
No one should see her like this. No one but me. And even though I don’t have
the right to feel this way about her, there isn’t a damn thing that can stop me now.
She hasn’t seen me yet, so I stalk over to where she’s standing. She turns
right when I’m about to reach out for her and her eyes go wide, shock and alarm
clear in her beautiful, honey-brown eyes.
“Wha—”
“What the fuck are you doing, Em?” I bite out.
She shrinks back at my tone before she catches herself and goes stiff. I can
tell instantly that I’m not going to like anything she has to say.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Emmy. What in the hell are you doing in this place?”
She tilts her head slightly, taking me in. Her eyes leave mine and roam the
room before she gives a stiff nod. When she turns her focus back to me, I go stock-
still at her words.
“I’m exactly where I should be, Maddox. I’m home.” Her tone is submissive,
and that fury inside me goes from a boiling fire to ice cold.
With that, she turns and stalks off towards the bar. And I see that not only is
her ass hanging out, but so are her hot-pink boy shorts.
“Dude. She’s a fine piece of ass, right?” The man she was just talking to
speaks in awe.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I growl, feeling that rage return like a switch has
been flipped.
“Ah, you’re new here. Just sit back, my friend, and get ready for the show.”
He laughs, takes a deep pull from his beer, and turns his attention back to the main
stage, where the current entertainment is doing her best to swallow the fucking pole
with her pussy. She’s working so hard for it that she might as well be fucking the
damn thing.
I’m no stranger to strip clubs. Back when the guys were all single, we would
hit some local ones around California. No better way to let off some steam from the
shit that is constantly swirling around in my head than to sit in a room full of naked
woman. Where the music pounds into your body, the drinks are always flowing, and
the pussy is in abundance.
One thing’s for sure: This isn’t a place for Emmy. Hell no.
Without taking my eyes from Emmy, I drop my body into the nearest booth.
She’s in a heated argument with the bartender and an older man who looks about
as run-down as this fucking town. She throws her hands in the air, her head moving
wildly, and if I had to guess, her stunning eyes are burning bright. She points over
to me a few times, and all the older man does is shake his head, obviously not giving
her what she wants. I just scowl at them from the booth, waiting for her to walk her
ass back over here so I can explain to her that it’s time to go.
“Hey there, handsome,” a raspy voice says to my right. “Looking for some fun
tonight? I bet a big man like you would be up for something wild.”
“No.” I don’t even look at her. My eyes never leave Emmy—who is now
looking at me. A mix of ire and hurt is written all over her face. Even with the shit
lighting in this place, I can see it...and I hate it.
Fucking hurt? Is she serious right now? Pissed I can understand. She didn’t
want to be found and I found her.
“I won’t bite, baby. That is unless you want me to.” Her hands snake around
my neck and down my chest.
Turning my attention away from Emmy, I look at the bleach-blonde hair,
weathered skin, and fake tan of this bitch in front of me. I’ll give her credit—she
tries to hide it with more than enough makeup for about ten women, but this piece
of work in front of me has to be pushing fifty.
“I said no, woman. What part of that didn’t you understand? And for the last
time, do not touch me.” I reach up and pull her hand off my stomach before she can
go any further.
Moving my eyes back to where I last saw Emmy has me coming up empty.
What the hell? I scan the room but she is still nowhere to be found.
“Ah, sweet cheeks. I know what you want. Good luck with that one. Rose
doesn’t play around, and honey, why would you want her when you can have me?
After all, I taught her everything she knows.” She leans down and, before I can
guess her intent, licks my neck, clearly taking my distraction at her words to her
advantage.
I turn swiftly and move into her space, making sure she doesn’t mix this shit
up in her head to think that I would somehow ever want her ass.
“Do. Not. Touch. Me. You got that, sweet cheeks?”
She looks me in the eyes for a few beats before throwing her head back and
laughing. The sound of it hits my ears like nails on a chalkboard.
“Your loss.”
When she walks off, I start my scan of the room again. No Emmy in sight. I
run my hand over my buzzed scalp before settling in for the wait.
Thirty minutes later and I still haven’t found her. The crowd is getting
restless. The chicks taking turns on the stage now haven’t been impressive and
they undoubtedly want more. The pole humper has moved on to one of the smaller
stages. The last act on the main stage was slightly better, but all she did was
basically finger-fuck herself on the stage before fumbling to get to her feet on her
ridiculous heels.
Jesus Christ.
I wait, determined not to leave until I have her with me. Another thirty
minutes and two more rotations on the stages have my frustration levels going up
even higher. How the hell did she just disappear? I know she didn’t leave. The
tracking device on her car, which is sitting right next to my truck in the parking lot,
hasn’t alerted me of any movement. I’ll be damned if she takes off on me again.
After signaling over another server, I order a beer and check my phone again
to make sure the tracker isn’t malfunctioning. I’m just putting my phone in my
pocket when a deep voice cuts over the music.
“Gentleman of Syn. It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for. The one your
dicks have been begging for all fucking night. The Princess of Syn herself. The one
and only, Rose!”
The Princess of Syn? What an idiot. I laugh to myself, placing my beer to my
lips for a long pull. The music starts and the first few notes of Lollipop by Framing
Hanley fill the air. Got to give this chick props—at least she picked a good song.
The house lights go down, plunging the room into darkness, before a
spotlight hits the main stage. The smoke clinging to the air gives the stage an eerie
glow. I take my eyes off the action and attempt scan the darkness of the room again
for Emmy. Movement by the back corner catches my attention at the same time that
the crowd goes electric. Idiots start throwing their money left and right, calling to
this Princess of Syn to take them.
What morons.
I focus on the corner again and see the blonde from earlier smiling her
wicked smile at me before pointing to the stage. Turning back to the stage, I watch
as a woman, who I assume is this so-called princess, spins effortlessly on the pole,
her movements all but blurring her body from the men wishing she were spinning
on their dicks. It doesn’t take me long to see why the bitch from earlier is telling me
to look.
With one quick spin, her hands are placed at the center and her legs are
spread wide and parallel to the pole, showing off her barely there G-sting, I see my
Emmy. It takes a second for the shock to wear off, and in that second, she gracefully
drops from her spin with a guarded smile to the men crowding the stage. Lifting
her small hands from her side, she drags them up her flat stomach to take her tits in
hand and jiggles them.
Fucking jiggles them.
I can’t control my body at this point. I’m focused on one thing—the best way
to get her off that stage and out of this place.
She reaches up and, in a move that is obviously practiced, removes her top,
throwing it in to the crowd. There she dances with her body on display, caressing
her naked tits until her nipples pebble. Turning her back to the room, she bends at
the waist and starts to slowly pull her G-sting down her long, toned legs.
This is when the reality of this situation hits me. I’ll fucking kill all of these
motherfuckers in the room.
Then she drops to her knees before getting on all fours and crawling towards
the end of the stage.
Hell. No.
I’m on my feet in seconds, stalking through the crowd, pushing any man who
stands in the way of my woman and me. I don’t even lift my arms from my side. I
just barrel through the bodies with one goal in mind.
She doesn’t see me coming since she’s back on her feet and walking to the
pole again. With a leap that would make my high school track coach proud, I’m
on the stage, and a second later, I have a naked Emmy thrown over my shoulders
before I jump off the stage. The sharp pain up my leg does nothing to extinguish my
determination.
I can see the bouncers coming, and with one hand on her slick ass, I reach
out and punch the first one in the face, taking great pleasure watching him instantly
buckle to the floor. The other one comes at me from the side, but he doesn’t get
far before I pick up the chair to my left one-handed and crack it against his fucking
head.
Emmy is struggling with such vigor that I’m forced to put her down. She
looks up, ready to spit fire at me, before snapping her mouth shut when she sees the
expression on my face. I have no doubt that I look just as feral as I feel.
“Don’t you open that sweet fucking mouth, Emersyn. I swear to Christ, now
is not the time to fucking piss me off any further.”
I rip my shirt off and roughly pull it over her head. She struggles and puts up
a fight, momentarily distracting me from the third bouncer coming at full throttle.
His fist takes me by surprise, but not for long. Grabbing her wrist so she doesn’t get
away, I turn to the motherfucker stupid enough to get in my way.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I seethe.
He goes to punch me again, but I duck and pop up before he realizes he failed.
Bringing my head forward, I head-butt him right between the eyes and almost smile
when he falls instantly.
I’m stopped at the door by the last bartender she was speaking with earlier.
He goes to make a move but pulls up when he sees the look in my eyes. I’ll fucking
kill and I’m sure it’s written clear as day on my face.
“Do it. I dare you.” My tone leaves no room for argument. I’m leaving with
her and there isn’t a person on this Earth who can stop me.
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About Harper Sloan
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown
of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they
dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husbands chagrin. Harper has a borderline
unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her
eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her
favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at
night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't
take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to
have their story told.
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