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    Possessing Liberty: Claimed
    Possessing Liberty: Claimed
    Possessing Liberty: Claimed
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    Possessing Liberty: Claimed

    By Nichole Rose

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    Falling in love never hurt so good.

     

    Killian
    I'm a military man…rough, demanding, and used to being obeyed.
    I don't do love. I don't date. I don't have time for either.
    But Liberty Connor has me rethinking everything.
    One kiss from those sweet lips, and I'm hers.
    How do you convince an angel to fall for the devil?
    You possess her.

     

    Liberty
    Killian Thorne is my worst nightmare.
    Bossy, scarred…and hot as Hades.
    He offered me a fortune to help him save vulnerable soldiers.
    There's just one problem.
    Who's going to save me from him when I fall hard for him and his rough ways?

     

    Warning
    This gruff older alpha isn't afraid to play dirty when it comes to his younger curvy woman. To convince her to fall, he'll teach her every wicked trick in the book. If instalove, heat, and over-the-top alphas make you sweat, get ready to fall for Killian and Liberty in this sweet, steamy romance from Nichole Rose. As always, a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA are coming your way.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNichole Rose
    Release dateJul 26, 2023
    ISBN9798215662519
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      Possessing Liberty - Nichole Rose

      Chapter One

      Liberty

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      W hat are you working on? Summer Alessi asks, plopping down in a chair across from my desk. She kicks her shoes off and curls her legs up underneath her, tugging on the hem of her floral Midi-dress to keep it from riding too far up her thighs. As usual, she looks gorgeous with minimal makeup and her red hair hanging in loose waves.

      The networking app, I mutter, blowing my hair out of my face and sitting back to peer at her through bleary eyes. I've been looking at my computer screen for so long I feel like my eyes are starting to cross. It's driving me crazy. The algorithm is all wrong.

      The stupid thing is supposed to match potential donors and volunteers with like-minded charities in their immediate area, but there's a glitch that keeps matching people with charities that don't align with their interests. We can't put it through a hard beta test until we get the algorithm issue fixed.

      Maybe Dominic can take a look at it for you, Summer suggests, referring to her new husband and my boss, Dominic Alessi. He needs something productive to do. He's driving me crazy.

      Whatever, I say with a smile, not missing the sparkle in her eyes or the way she glows. Ever since Dom finally married her three months ago, she's been walking on cloud nine. You love it when he's following you around.

      Which he does all the time since they found out two weeks ago that she's pregnant. Watching our giant boss chasing her all around the building is hilarious. He's so adorably in love with her and their baby. Seeing them so blissed out makes me so happy for them.

      Summer is a sweetheart, and Dom is an incredible boss. I've never had anyone look at me the way Dom looks at her and vice versa. I grew up in foster care and then spent my high school years in an all-girl's boarding school. At twenty-two, I know next to nothing about men or dating. But I know enough to know that Dom is head-over-heels for my best friend. He's been in love with her since the day she started working here. The only one who didn't know it was her, but they're past all that and gloriously happy now. They deserve it.

      Summer grins at me, her entire expression lighting up. I do love it, she admits with a little laugh. I love everything about him.

      He feels the same about you. Where is he anyway? I ask, rubbing my temples like that's going to stop the dull ache already prodding at me. I probably need to get my eyes checked but haven't had time to do it.

      In his office. He's meeting with a potential client.

      A nonprofit?

      I don't think so, Summer says, her brows furrowed. The client was kind of short on the phone and didn't say much. Just that he needs an app developed and someone recommended us. I tried to explain that we don't really do development for individuals, but he was insistent.

      Weird.

      Summer shrugs. Dominic agreed to see him. I guess he knows him or his brother or something. I don't know. He'll fill me in later. Do you want to get lunch while he's busy? I'm hungry.

      Is it already lunch time? I glance at the clock on my computer and then curse beneath my breath. It's almost one. I've been at my desk for the last four hours straight. No wonder my head hurts and my eyes are tired.

      If I could hyper-focus like you do, I'd get so much done, Summer says, laughing at me. You get busy and tune out the entire world.

      It's easy when you've done it as long as I have. I save my work on the program and then grab my wallet and keys out of my desk drawer. Growing up the way I did, I had to learn to tune out the world. It was the only way I ever got anything done over the sounds of the television blaring, the other kids playing, and the foster parents yelling. Once I was accepted into the boarding school, I worked hard to keep my scholarship so I didn't end up bouncing from home to home and school to school through high school. But I don't tell Summer that. I don't want her feeling sorry for me.

      She reaches across the desk and squeezes my hand, sympathy welling in her baby blue eyes. She sees through me so easily. Most people don't. To them, I'm the smart, overweight girl who doesn't say much. I prefer it that way. But Summer had me pegged about three minutes after she walked in the door for the first time.

      She's my best friend…my only friend, really. I don't get close to many people. But trying not to love Summer is impossible. She's genuine and has a heart the size of Texas.

      You have family now, she says, her voice soft. And then she squeezes my hand and drops the subject. Can we have burgers? I'm craving fries soaked in ketchup.

      Sounds good to… Maybe not, I mutter when my desk phone lights up. I shoot Summer an apologetic grimace and then grab it. Liberty Connor.

      Hey, it's Dom. Can you come to my office, please?

      Now?

      Yeah. I've got a project for you.

      Um, yeah, sure.

      Thanks.

      He hangs up on me.

      I frown, replacing the receiver. Your man needs me in his office, I tell Summer. Rain check on lunch?

      Fine, but tell him he owes me French fries, she says, pouting. We both know he'll get them for her. He'd do anything to make her happy. She hops up from her seat, slipping her feet back into her ballet flats. "I'll order us takeout. You want your usual from Andy's?"

      Yeah. I slide my chair back and stand up, adjusting my black Peplum top. It's creased where I've been sitting so long, but there's nothing I can do about that now. There's nothing I can do about the fact that I'm wearing minimal makeup and faded jeans with strategically placed holes either. I wasn't expecting to meet with anyone today, so I dressed down. Hopefully, the potential client won't hold it against us.

      Summer ducks out of my office and goes right. I take a left, headed toward Dom's office in the back corner. Most of the developers and engineers are on the second floor, but he moved me down to the first floor when Summer started. At first, I thought it was because I'm the youngest developer here and the only female of the bunch, but now I think he did it so she'd have a friend close. I think it's cute how he's always looked for little ways to make her happy, even before he found out that she loved him too.

      He's so good to her.

      You needed to see me? I say, poking my head inside Dom's office to find him ensconced behind his antique desk, his sleeves rolled up his forearms and his dark head bent while he jots notes on his tablet.

      Whoa. I blink when I catch sight of the man sitting across the desk from him. The sun shining in through the windows hits him like a halo, making him look like an avenging angel come down to earth to mete out justice in the name of God. He's…massive. And entirely too handsome. His dark hair is crewcut, his eyes crystalline blue. His features are sharp, masculine. Not even the little lines around his eyes and mouth, the scruff on his jaw, or the wicked scar that bisects his right cheek detract from how gorgeous he is. If anything, they add to the appeal, giving him a dangerous, warrior vibe.

      He flicks his gaze in my direction almost dismissively, and then he freezes. His brows climb, something dark flaring in those crystalline depths. I feel his gaze like a touch as it climbs up my body. I grip onto the doorjamb like that's going to keep me from fidgeting as desire shoots through me.

      His gaze comes to rest on my breasts, his expression turning almost ravenous. Part of me wants to cross my arms and hide them like I have so many times in the past. He's not the first man to stare blatantly at my boobs. I wear an H cup, making them impossible to miss. But he is the first man to make me wonder what it would feel like for him to play with them or sink his teeth into them.

      I've been a big girl my entire life. There aren't a lot of men out there who have shown an interest in me, and none of them ever caught my eye. I've been on two dates in my life, and neither was great. This man seems interested though.

      He slowly lifts his gaze to mine, command crackling in his expression. There's something hard in his eyes, some small glint that tells me he's hiding entire volumes behind them. Even from across the room, I can tell he's used to being in charge, to being obeyed. He's

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