Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Blog Tour ~ Locke by Harper Sloan


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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