Reckless Prince (Mafia's Throne, #3) by Aidee Jaimes

Title: Reckless Prince

Series: Mafia's Throne #3

Author: Aidèe Jaimes

Genre: Dark Mafia Romance

Release Date: August 16, 2021

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I’m a mafia prince, the underboss of the ruling crime family in New Orleans.

She’s a killer in high heels, a beautiful deadly weapon.

The job, take her and hold her captive. Prove myself worthy of the family name.

But when the intense fire between us ignites and all hell breaks loose, I do more than take her. I make her mine.

I am Adrian Marcone, and I’m a reckless prince.

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Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the younger brother, Adrian. Though I stayed behind in case my sister needs me—and truth be told, because I want to eavesdrop—he seems to have other ideas. I catch him ogling me without shame, and even when I look at him dead-on, he smiles devilishly, his thoughts obvious.

Feeling devilish myself, I turn to him. Then I cross my arms over my chest and sweep my gaze from the top of his very dark hair to the tips of his scuffed combat boots. And damn, but he has a right to that arrogant look, with his leather jacket that fits his broad chest to perfection and torn jeans that hang low on his hips.

“What?” he asks as he watches me with the same interest, his coy smile tugging his full mouth to one side.

“How would you like it if I stared at you like you were a big, tasty piece of meat?”

The dimples on his scruffy cheeks deepen. “I’d love it.”

I huff. “I’m sure you would.”

He takes a step closer to me, his brown irises twinkling in the dim light of the hallway. “In case you want a better look.”

Cocking my head at his daring move, I run the tip of my finger over the top button of my crisp white shirt. As I intend, his eyes follow the movement. “Aren’t you scared of me? After all, I’m technically your boss.”

Laughing, he comes nearer. “Technicalities have a tendency to change. One moment you’re on top, the next…” His gaze rakes over me, touching every inch of my body, pausing at my lips on the way down.

“You want me on the bottom then?” I release a slow breath, enjoying the game he’s playing much more than I should.

“We can do it any way you’d like.”

He takes another step toward me, and his pant legs graze my own. “You smell good,” he growls near my ear. “Will, is it?”

“It’s Boss Willow to you.” I glance at him through my long lashes as I run my hand over the hills and valleys of his hard chest. It’s a touch meant to seduce, as much as it is to warn, that if he comes closer, he’ll feel the sting of my bite.

Adrian reaches for my hair, removing the three pins that hold it into a neat bun, and the heavy mass falls in messy waves around my face. He runs his fingers through it, then pulls it to his nose, shuts his eyes, and inhales deeply. When he looks at me again, he seems dazed. Drugged almost.

“I’ve always had a thing for redheads. Especially bossy ones.”

“How many bossy redheads have you met?”

“Just one,” he whispers, his mouth so near mine, his breath grazes me. But he stops a moment before it makes contact, his gaze shifting downward when he feels the six-inch blade I hold to his throat.

“Haven’t you heard that in nature, the color red is a warning? You could die if you come too close.”

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing over the knife. Yet he doesn’t move away.

Instead, he pushes against the hard steel until a thin drop of blood forms on the tip and travels downward toward the hilt. Then his pupils dilate to the point where the irises practically disappear, and the insane heat in his expression makes my heart race. Lifting his hand to my mouth, he traces it with his fingertips. “Something tells me a taste of your lips is worth the risk.”

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When Mexican-American author Aidèe Jaimes isn’t chasing after her energetic daughter and spending time with her happily ever after husband in their Florida home, she’s living other lives through her characters. As her writing evolved into darker, sexier, no holds-barred stories, she transitioned from the pen name Haden Hudson, to the author she is today!

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King of Bourbon Street (The Mafia's Throne Duet, #1) by Aidee Jaimes

Title: King of Bourbon Street

Series: The Mafia's Throne Duet #1

Author: Aidée Jaimes

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: March 29, 2021

Whoever controls Bourbon Street, is King.

I was born to rule, made by my father into the ruthless Boss of the Marcone crime family. My seat, a throne made of leather and gunpowder, forged by blood.

Now, a new threat has come to challenge my position, testing me for weakness by sending me the lovely Irish Rose.

Her sweet scent is a lure, her green eyes a weapon meant to seduce me until I lower my guard. And the secrets she holds the final blow meant to bring me to my knees.

I will take sweet Rose and make her mine. But she will never infiltrate more than my bed. Never come near my throne. And I will never let her in my heart.

I am Enzo Marcone, and I am the King of Bourbon Street.

***This is not a standalone novel. It is the first book in the Mafia's Throne duet.***

A smile quirks one side of my mouth. “Rose, why are you here?”

“I…I’ve come seeking asylum.”

Frowning, I sit up. “From what?”

“From…” She chews her lower lip as her delicate hands wring the strap of her bag. “Please let me stay with you.”

“You want to stay in my club?”

She shakes her head. “I’d hoped you’d take me home with you. The club is part of your house, isn’t it?”

My lips part, though I don’t respond, because I can’t. A battle spurs to life inside me, with my body instantly ready and primed, screaming, Fuck yes! while the sane part of my brain says it would be a mistake. It’s a trap.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t. You need to go.”

“I can’t go back,” she says in a small voice. “Not without completing my job.”

“What job?” My eyes narrow as I study her. “Rose, were you sent here?”

“Yes,” she admits, peering at her lap and chewing on her bottom lip.

“Look at me,” I command. When she lifts her gaze to me, I scrutinize her. “What were you sent here to do?”

“You’ll kill me if I tell you.”

“I’ll kill you if you don’t.”

She swallows hard, probably remembering the gun I had pointed to her head last night, then blows out a breath before she says, “I’m here to seduce you. To find a way into your home and into your bed.”

“My bed.” I laugh, thrown off by her honesty.

“Men talk after they fuck. When their guard is down.”

“What sort of information are you after?” I ask, though I can already deduce.

“Weakness. Dillon Callaghan wants to know what your weakness is.”

“Well, sweet Rose, I’m sorry to inform you that if you make it into my bed, you’ll be sorely disappointed to find I have no weakness.”

Aidée Jaimes is a Mexican American author of Historical, Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, who also writes under the pen name Haden Hudson. She lives in Florida with her amazing husband and beautiful daughter.

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Work Me by Aidee James

Title: Work Me

Author: Aidée Jaimes

Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 2, 2019

“No man wants to date a woman that looks like she can kick his ass. Well, I don’t want to a date a man whose ass I can kick anyway.” – Cat

Two fierce competitors go head to head for a chance to own a piece of the number one Boot Camp in the nation. It’s a man against woman fight for success, and Cat has no intentions of losing.

A strong woman inside and out, she’ll be damned if she lets this man-child ten years younger take her out of the running. Sure, he might be the sexiest thing on two legs and every woman at the gym wants to do him. Including her. She doesn’t need a man to take care of her. He begs to differ.

Dean is anything but a kid, and he’s more than happy to prove it to the woman he wants even more than winning. But Dean isn’t used to losing, and he’s not going to start now. He will do whatever it takes to win the competition. And her.

I don’t know why flirting with this young man is so exciting to me. Though I have no plans on ever hooking up with someone younger, it’s thrilling to know that at almost forty, I can still attract someone like him. It’s certainly good for my ego!
Ready for more, hoping he’s not gone by the time I get out there since the night is almost over, I head out. And stop dead in my tracks.
He’s standing right outside the door waiting for me. Our eyes lock, and because I wasn’t ready to see him here, my step falters a little, but just enough that I lose my balance on these damned high heels and stumble.
Strong arms catch me and bring me to a very hard chest.
“Are you okay?” he asks in the deepest voice I’ve ever heard. It rumbles through me even as the rest of my senses take him in. His scent, clean and masculine surrounds me and invades my nostrils. His body, warm and tight. My eyes take in as much as they can.
He’s tall. At my height of five feet ten inches, I’m usually head to head with the men I see. In heels, much more so. But even with my strappy shoes on, he towers over me. His hair, light brown and thick, begs to be pulled. And now, with my face so close to his I can see his gorgeous green eyes, the very ones he’s been watching me with so intensely all night. Still is.
I’m about to pull away, but pause. There’s no point in doing so without getting a little more from him. So, I look up into his eyes, batting my lashes and running my hands up his arms and over his chest. He’s fit, not just in the way young men tend to be even though they eat fast food every day. He’s fit in the way I’m very familiar with. These hard planes and grooves are the kind that a man achieves with hard work, dedicated training and healthy eating.
“I’m fine. Thank you,” I say pulling away.
“I noticed you sitting with your friend,” he says.
“Yeah, I saw you watching.”
“You’re hard to miss.”
Giggling, I say, “Thanks. I’m flattered.”
“You should be.”
“All right, well I should be getting back to my friend.”
“Wait,” he says as I turn, reaching out to take my hand. I pull away, not because I don’t like it, but because I like it too much. “You can’t go without giving me your name.”
“Is that so?” I question, turning away from him again. Before I know what’s happening, I’m pinned, a hard wall behind me and an even harder man in front of me. Thickly muscled arms keep me there, and his nearness forces my eyes up.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t let you go without getting your name. Your number.”
“I don’t think so.” This is exciting me beyond anything, and if I have to be honest, he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever met, too. But he’s too young.
“Why? Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? Tell me that you are and I’ll leave you alone. But unless I’m misinterpreting the look in your eyes, you want me as much as I do you.”
I try to shove his arm away, but he’s too strong, even for me. Now I don’t know if I’m turned on or if it’s pissing me off. “I don’t do babies,” I grind through my teeth.
“Neither do I,” he says in a voice so low I’d whimper from the very sound of it if it wasn’t for the fact that at that moment he brings his mouth to mine hard, pressing my head back against the wall.
I’m so taken by surprise that I don’t fight it. Instead I respond to it, opening my mouth and letting him in for a taste. They say a woman can tell a lot from a single kiss, and this one is screaming at me that he’d fuck my brains out if I let him.
Blood drains from my body into my clit and it throbs harder the more he deepens the kiss. I am beyond wet. Beyond desperate. My hands roam his back even as they pull him closer to me. He must sense my need, because he presses a leg between mine, and I moan as it makes contact with my core.
A clearing of a throat pulls our mouths apart, but his body remains glued to mine.
“This isn’t the place for a make out session. If you’d like the name of a hotel, I can direct you to a good one down the street,” a man dressed in the restaurant’s signature black pants and button-up informs us.
“Yeah, sorry,” my new friend says, finally extricating himself from my personal space. 
We both laugh as the offended employee walks away.
“I guess that’s our cue. It was nice getting to know you,” I tell him, straightening my ruffled hair.
“You can’t leave me like this.”
“Leave you how?” I try to sound coy, but really I’m trembling. Panting even. Beyond nervous.
“You can’t kiss me and leave me.”
“I didn’t kiss…” He stops me with another kiss, his tongue sliding slowly over mine once before pulling away.
He’s muddling my brain. Even for someone who prides herself on self-control… Well, maybe not self-control. But I do pretend to know what I’m doing very well. Right now, with him so close and his taste still in my mouth, I’m reduced to nothing but a primal mess. “I… We… Me…” He leans in for yet another kiss.
“What’s your name? I have to see you again,” he breathes.
I don’t tell him my name, simply because I can’t remember it right now. Instead, I dumbly reach into my little clutch and pull out a business card.
He looks down into the white card, a strange expression crossing his face so fast I’m not sure I really saw it. Then his lips pull up at the corners, his eyes sparkling in a way that makes me feel like he has something over me. It snaps me out of whatever haze he’s put me in, and I go to snatch my card back, but he’s too quick for me, and it’s far from my grasp.
“Cat. I like that. I’ll be seeing you soon.”
“Don’t count on that. I told you I don’t hook up with children,” I snap at him.
He leans in like he’s going to kiss me, and damn me if I don’t pucker up. But before his lips touch mine, he smiles a knowing sort of smile, and whispers, “I’m no child, kitty cat. But you keep telling yourself that. I’m going to enjoy proving you wrong.”

Aidée Jaimes is a Mexican American author of Historical, Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, who also writes under the pen name Haden Hudson. She lives in Florida with her amazing husband and beautiful daughter.

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Good Mr. King by Aidee Jaimes

Title: Good Mr. King

Author: Aidée Jaimes

Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 5, 2019 Available on Amazon with Kindle Unlimited

No one dominates me. Not the supermodels I’ve slept with, not the rich women whose necks I’ve dressed in diamonds.

So imagine my surprise when I get a drunken e-mail from an employee I’ve never met, containing not one, but dozens of erotic stories all starring yours truly. And in every one of them I’m a submissive.

I should let it go, but I can’t. This woman needs to learn, John King gets spanked by no one.

***Although this is not a BDSM Novel, it does have light elements of BDSM, as it is the driving force of the story***

She made me blush. I never blush.

I’ve fucked her in the conference room, in the lady’s restroom, in the elevator, and in my Jag. More than once. I won’t eat in my car and this woman has not only tied me to the hood, and the seat and fucked me till I came all over my expensive leather, but she’s also made me finger her while she drove it at high speeds.

No. One. Touches. My. Car.

She’s bent me over her lap and spanked my bare butt, bound my hands with my Armani ties and tortured me with a never-ending blowjob. I’ve kissed her feet, and her ass, been blindfolded and bitten and she’s made me beg for more.

And I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around the enormous anal plug. It was never something I’d entertained before; I certainly wasn’t ready to now.

Last night I read every story, stopping every so often to jackoff because she had me so hard I had to find release.

Some of the things she’s written I’ve done to others, but would never allow done to me. Some things I’ve only seen, but have never done. And some I’ve never even heard of.

The fact that her stories turn me on, pisses me off.

It’s obvious Winnifred Mills has no idea who I am. I am not a man that would ever let a lover bind me in any way. No one who knew me would suggest that I drop to my knees and worship them. The very thought sets my blood to boiling.

“I want you to get me information on a Winnifred Mills in the downtown office.” The first thing I do this morning when Diana hops into the Jag is give her the instruction.

She glances at me with annoyance before closing her door. “Good morning to you, too. How far do you want me to dig?”

“As far as you can.”

“Who is she?” she asks, pulling out a small pad and writing down the name.

“A girl that works in accounting under Brian Campbell. Worked rather.”

“Mm. I see. Is this a business request or does it have to do with something of a more personal nature?”

“Does it matter?”

“No, sir,” my right-hand answers. I expect she’ll get it done fast. She always does. The older woman has been with me for almost ten years, and she’s never failed me. I don’t know how she does half the shit she does, but it doesn’t matter.

“It’s a personal matter. Please keep it that way,” I add and she nods.

I want to ignore the book. It’s nothing more than some unknown woman’s fantasies. But I can’t. Maybe it’s an honest curiosity after what I’ve read. After all, aren’t books a window into an author’s mind? I’ve gotten a peek into her head, and it’s left my own mind reeling. There’s some deep need inside to know everything about her.

And once I do, I am going to make sure she knows just one thing about me.

John King submits to no one.

Aidée Jaimes is a Mexican American author of Historical, Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, who also writes under the pen name Haden Hudson. She lives in Florida with her amazing husband and beautiful daughter.

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