ASH THUNDER

"You're a little rag doll, aren't you? You want to be tossed around, you want me to use you any way I see fit because you know. . . you fucking know. . ." He thrusts so hard, pain stabs my stomach. "You're my favorite toy."

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They say bad boys don't fall in love. It's even worse when said bad boy is the head of the LA mafia group.

Ash Thunder is a debonair stud with multi-billion dollars in his coffers from his many businesses. He's also got many panties in a bunch. Unfortunately for most women, he's got his sights set on just one woman - Alicia, a demure Latino with the face of an angel and the body of a stripper. At first, she's just someone to pass time with but he later finds he can't let go of her that easily.

He's in pleasure land until someone's death drags him into the murky land of his past. He can't figure out what to do - if moving forward with Alicia will jeopardize her safety.

He tries, he does try to protect her, but at what cost?

When someone takes up his identity and leaves a slew of dead bodies, he decides to fess up and find out, once and for all, who stands behind the mask.

What he finds isn't pretty.