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Alpha (noun):
1) Having the highest rank in a dominance hierarchy
2) The most powerful man in a group
3) Liam Black

He was a stranger to me, a dark and dangerous presence who materialized from the shadows one rainy night to save me from a vicious attack. I didn’t know his name or where he was from. All I knew was that the only place I’d ever felt safe was in his arms.

But safety is an illusion.
And not every savior is a hero.
And—as I’d soon find out—having an alpha save your life comes with a price.

Liam Black wanted something from me in return.

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Beautifully Cruel

J.T. Geissinger

Expected Release Date: 15 May 2020

Book Series: 

An all-new dark and sexy standalone is out this week from author J.T. Geissinger, and I have a sneak peek for you.

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Trying not to hyperventilate, I slowly set the bottle of water and my laptop on the nightstand next to my bed. Smoothing my sweaty palms on the front of my jeans, I take a few tentative steps toward him.

He lifts out his hand.

I take a few more steps, sliding my hand into his. His fingers curl around mine. He gently coerces me forward, closing the distance between us.

Then he pulls me against his body, wraps an arm around my back, and cradles my head in his big hand.

He’s huge, hot, and hard everywhere. His gaze locks onto mine, and I’m on fire. “Tell me to leave,”he whispers, his an urgent rasp.

“Tell me it’s over. Tell me you never want to see me again.”

I flatten my shaking hands on his chest, look into his eyes, and shake my head.

He closes his eyes briefly, draws a breath, exhales in a ragged rush. Then he presses my head to his chest and brushes his lips against my forehead. “Last chance, lass.”

“I can’t kick you out yet. You’ve never even kissed me.”

His chuckle is a low rumble underneath my ear. “So you’ve been waiting for that to end it, have you?”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

His arms tighten around me. I sense he’s trying to be gentle, but also is having a difficult time holding back.

I tilt my head back and reach up and touch his face. “Kiss me,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

His lips curve into a wry smile. “Such a bossy little thing.”


Hearing that, his eyes darken. The smile disappears from his face. He grinds his back teeth together, hesitating.

Then he lowers his head and lightly brushes his lips against mine.

It’s exquisitely soft and tender, a whisper of a thing, yet it sends a bolt of lust straight through me.

When I softly gasp and lean into him, he pulls back and gazes down at me in silence. I drop my forehead against his chest and groan in frustration.

“You’re still hurt,” he murmurs.

“Somebody else is about to get hurt here, I’ll tell you what.”

Silent laughter rocks his chest.

I wind my arms around his broad shoulders and snuggle closer to him, closing my eyes. Then I sigh, because Liam’s body has gone stiff.

I grouse, “I don’t bite.”

The hand cradling my head closes to a fist around my hair. He slides his arm down my back, palms my ass, and pulls me closer, so I feel his erection digging into my hip. He lowers his head and says gruffly into my ear, “But I do.”

Then he opens his mouth over the pulse pounding in my neck and bites me.

It’s not hard, not enough to sting or leave a mark, but it sends such a jolt of electricity through me I moan like a porn star. I sag against him, digging my fingers into his shoulders, my eyes rolling back into my head.

The bite turns into a gentle suck.

His mouth is heaven. Velvet soft lips and greedy hot tongue—I want to feel that all over me. I want his mouth to explore every inch of my skin.

I whisper, “Liam. Oh god.”

He rocks his hips against mine and sucks harder.

My nipples are so hard they ache. I want his mouth on those, too. And his teeth, that gentle bite. I need to feel the scratch of his beard against my most sensitive skin, hear that low, masculine rumble of pleasure go through his chest as he manhandles me with those big rough hands, moving me this way and that on the bed, growling filthy words into my ear as he drives into me.

Picturing it, a whimper of need rises from my throat.

He pulls away from my neck, grasps my jaw in his hand, and stares down at me with burning eyes. I’ve seen him on the edge of his control before, but never like this.

Breathing raggedly, he says, “Twenty-eight days.”

I blink in confusion. The room is spinning, I’m panting, and my heart is a hammer in my chest. What is he saying? Does he need a calendar?


“I have to go out of the country tomorrow for three weeks. When I come back, I’m here for twenty-eight days until I leave again.”

I stare at him, not understanding his point.

Until he says, “I want us to be together for those twenty-eight days. I want you to stay with me at my home. To be with me all the time. To be mine. All mine, every minute, in every way.”

He pauses, then delivers the most shocking part of this proposal.

“Then we’ll never see each other again.”

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