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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1: Hunter

  Chapter 2: Maddie

  Chapter 3: Hunter

  Chapter 4: Hunter

  Chapter 5: Hunter

  Chapter 6: Maddie

  Chapter 7: Maddie

  Chapter 8: Hunter

  Chapter 9: Maddie

  Chapter 10: Hunter

  Chapter 11: Maddie

  Chapter 12: Hunter

  Chapter 13: Maddie

  Chapter 14: Hunter

  Chapter 15: Maddie

  Chapter 16: Hunter

  Chapter 17: Maddie

  OUTLAW’S BABY

  Amy Brent

  Contents

  Personal Note

  1. Outlaw’s Baby

  Chapter 1: Hunter

  Chapter 2: Maddie

  Chapter 3: Hunter

  Chapter 4: Hunter

  Chapter 5: Hunter

  Chapter 6: Maddie

  Chapter 7: Maddie

  Chapter 8: Hunter

  Chapter 9: Maddie

  Chapter 10: Hunter

  Chapter 11: Maddie

  Chapter 12: Hunter

  Chapter 13: Maddie

  Chapter 14: Hunter

  Chapter 15: Maddie

  Chapter 16: Hunter

  Chapter 17: Maddie

  Epilogue: Hunter

  2. Billionaire Navy SEAL Adventures

  3. Hot Menage Romance

  4. Older Man Younger Woman Romance

  5. Sports Secret Baby Romance

  6. My Mr. Dark - A Billionaire Hitman Secret Baby Romance

  7. Filthy Coach: A Very Filthy Older Man Younger Woman Romance

  8. More Steamy Romance by Amy Brent

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  This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.

  Personal Note

  I wanna begin this book by a special note of thanks for my ARC readers. Your emails and messages lift me up every single day and inspire me to write stories that you love.

  And to my amazing readers,

  Thank you for choosing to read my book once again. I so much appreciate your time, and am grateful that you have opened up your heart to my words!

  For your reading pleasure, I have included a few bonus stories right after the main book.

  Also included is a Very Filthy Older Man Younger Woman Billionaire Romance - Filthy Coach.

  And

  A Super Hot Secret Baby Hitman Romance - My. Mr. Dark.

  These stories are so HOT, some of my readers and arc team members said that they needed Kleenex while reading these. So, make sure you leave your panties at the door!

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  xoxo, Amy

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  It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you

  Roald Dahl

  Outlaw’s Baby

  Death is my calling...until she brings me back to life.

  When I first see Maddie, I have murder on my mind. She’s not my target for the hit, but she’s in the right place at the wrong time.

  That doesn’t stop me from taking what I want.

  Dark and mysterious, with flowing hair and piercing emerald eyes, she makes me break my rule. I stalk her, but she’s no feeble prey.

  The s*x is f*ckin’ explosive.

  And then she disappears.

  They want me to kill her, but how can I?

  I know how she tastes and what she looks like when she comes.

  Then she tells me she’s having my baby and I’ll do anything to protect her, even if it means risking my life in the process.

  Chapter 1: Hunter

  I checked-in and couldn’t believe my fucking eyes.

  It was her, the one that I saw the last time I was in town.

  With the fucking curvy hips and the sultry lips that were screaming my name. It could be a coincidence, but in my line of work, there was no such thing.

  It could be luck, but that was a fool’s game.

  I’m a killer. I get paid shit loads to put an end to some sucker’s life. A low life. One that doesn’t deserve to live. I’m the one that gets paid truck loads to end their miserable life.

  I never stay in the same hotel twice. I give a fake name. Fake card and as soon as I check-out, I get rid of all traces of my fake existence. I wear a suit like most of the schmucks in these joints. They’re overpaid and show off their wealth by wearing their designer suits. I couldn’t believe my fucking luck when I saw her in the hotel bar. It was f*cking fate seeing her twice in one day, this time I wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity, so I walk up to her casually and stand next to her. I don’t even know her name, but my cock recognizes her the moment it smells her sultry perfume. It only wants one thing, to be buried deep inside her.

  Her face is so close to me, I inhale her perfume, and for a second I wonder if she tastes as sweet as she smells.

  “Hi,” her voice trembles as she speaks. I wonder if she’s intimidated by me. There’s only one way to find out; she doesn’t know it yet. But tonight she’s coming up to my room. I try to get the nasty thoughts out of my mind, but with the black dress that she’s wearing, that leaves nothing to the imagination, it’s so fucking hard. I feel like bending her over the bar stool and f*cking her in public.

  I don’t do small talk. Especially in a hotel, where I’ll be doing a hit tomorrow night. I try and keep a low profile, especially in bars, because the first person that’s always questioned is the bartender. They always tend to remember something and I can’t take the fucking risk, so I need to think quick and move even quicker.

  “Do you want a drink?”

  I could smile, but that’s not my style. Shit, I’m being tortured, but I feel as if I’m in paradise at the same time. Usually, I wait for a woman to hit on me. It’s just quicker and easier that way.

  She’s tight in all the right places, the smallest waist, and tits that could easily fit in my hands. I want to know if her pussy’s as tight as her waist. I wonder if I can fit my cock in her tunnel and if it’ll struggle to get out.

  “That would be nice; I would like…”

  I shake my head thinking that this isn’t my style. I don’t buy drinks, or offer small talk or anything that promises anything more than one night.

  “Why don’t we go up to my room. I can give you everything that you need up there.”

  She’s taken aback as her eyes light up as I continue to tell her, “I’m not into f*cking small talk or going in for the kill. I can give you one night. One moment that you’ll never f
orget.”

  She laughs because she thinks that I’m telling her a joke, I take my finger and then turn her head by my way.

  “Do I look as if I’m joking? You’re bored. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be down here playing with your drink as you’ve been doing for the last fifteen minutes.”

  “Are you following me?”

  I shake my head and delicately place my finger on her lip. Any minute she’ll tell me to move it if she’s not interested, but she doesn’t, so I continue to tell her what my cock’s begging me to do to her.

  “I came in, and then I couldn’t take my eye of the view,” my eyes dart to her ass. I expect her to be body conscious and say something. Anything to make me think that she doesn’t want this as much as I do.

  “I want my tongue in between your legs, then your pussy like a slow train that goes into its station and then I’ll unload and pick up over and over again. I want you to feel my lips all over your sweet body. The world that your body’s never been to and could only go to with mine. And after it’s all over; after all’s been said and done, I’ll do it all over again. And again. Until you scream my name and you think you can’t come anymore.”

  “Wow! You’re not messing around, are you?”

  “I’m too old for games. Besides wouldn’t you like to get hot and sweaty with me. Rather than sitting here and just looking at the bartender. I know that you’re waiting for something to happen. When everything can happen in my room.”

  She nods as if she’s contemplating it. I didn’t expect it to be this easy, but then again it’s never been hard to get them to see things my way.

  “Penthouse Suite 376, don’t keep me waiting. You need the penthouse elevator to get up there,” I hand her the key card to my suite. She stretches out her hand and looks at it. I leave her on that note. I don’t need to fucking beg.

  The only one that’ll be doing that tonight will be her, begging me to make her come over and over again.

  Chapter 2: Maddie

  I came here hoping that Spencer would see sense and give me my grandmother’s ring. The one that he took when I left his abusive ass four weeks ago. Spencer had been abusive for years. I should have left him a long time ago. He begged me to come back to him. So, I went back to talk to him after I first came to stay in this hotel. I soon realized that the two things didn’t mix, Spencer and being reasonable.

  The crazy thing is when I first checked into this hotel as soon as I left Spencer. I remember seeing him check-in at reception. He’s not the type of guy that you’ll forget in a hurry. He has this presence, the type that would get me horny, by just being in the same room with him. The guy’s everything that Spencer isn’t, plus a whole lot of panty-wetting more. As I pay the bartender, part of me wonders if this stranger’s lost his mind?

  He handed me his card as if we were friends. As if we’d been formally introduced before today. I didn’t even know his name.

  Then, again, I’m the one who’s lost their mind, because I’m considering going up to his suite?

  I’ve been out of the dating circuit for four years. Even when I was young and foolish, I don’t remember any guy coming up to me and telling me that he’ll take me up to his room and fuck my brains out. That’s what he was saying to me by his body language, but not using those exact words.

  I laugh at the idea because, for the last two years, I can’t remember the last time I had sex with Spencer. He had changed so much during that time. There was no love. It was as if I was a trophy girlfriend that he took to parties and that was my role in the relationship. It was obvious that he had someone else. That he was sharing a bed with another that wasn’t me. Silly me, I thought that he loved me and would get bored of whoever he was screwing. He had his heart once, I thought that I would get it again. It was clear that I was stupid and desperate to be loved, because I couldn’t stand on my own two feet alone. I had spent four years being told that I couldn’t and I believed him for most of the time. Until, he stopped beating me and I started to realize that I was stronger than I thought I was. I started to feel more independent and the tip of the iceberg was when I saw him kill a man, I knew then that it was time to get out of the relationship. Thank goodness for my best friend, Lena. She welcomed me with open arms and told me that I could stay at her place. I could be anything I wanted to be, if only I believed in myself.

  Like a little girl getting her first Barbie doll, I go to my suite and freshen up. Mr. Sexiness never gave me a time limit. He said his room number and handed me the key card telling me that he didn’t like to wait. After all, he didn’t even have time for small talk. He just got straight to the point.

  The first time that this hot-blooded, olive-skinned man walked through the door and sat in the hotel lobby, he intrigued me. Not by his looks or even his somewhat diluted accent that didn’t leave a single clue where he came from. The Rolex watch and the gold bracelet were a dead giveaway that he had money.

  However, what intrigued me and sparked my interest, was the look of danger surrounding him. Despite his expensive black polo shirt and pants, which didn’t hide the existence of his tattoos underneath.

  This was the type of man that I’d talk about, but I’d never experienced.

  The type of man that I’d dreamt about, but never met.

  I shouldn’t to go his room. When he gave me the card, I should have smiled and then handed it back to him. The same way that I had turned down the creeps that had tried to chat me up before him. Wearing a mini black dress in this type of hotel, only gives the wrong idea.

  I didn’t tell him that I wouldn’t go up to his room, actually I didn’t say anything. Somehow this God of a man, just took over and answered the question himself. Maybe he knew that I hadn’t had sex in like two years. Maybe, I’ve got a secret sign on my back saying, ‘horny and desperate’.

  His dark eyes undressed me from the moment, he spoke with a soft accent. I couldn’t place it. It could have been continental or even American. It was so diluted and made me realize that everything about him was a mystery.

  I sprayed my perfume on my body and even in between my legs. I laughed as I ran to the elevator.

  Mr. Hotness was going to show me what he was all about. Even Spencer had escaped my mind for a few minutes today. He told me to come to town to get the ring, and I’ve been calling him, and he’s not picking up. I went to the bar because I needed something strong. Something to make me forget the misery of the last four years.

  Besides what could go wrong?

  Nothing, as far as Mr. Hotness was concerned, the only thing happening tonight was mind blowing sex.

  I hesitated for a moment as I enter the elevator. The bellboy smiles at me. I show him the card that Mr. Hotness gave me.

  “Good evening, Miss. Mr. Price is expecting you,” he takes off his hat and does a mini bow.

  I smile back, thinking that I’m in an entirely different world from my own. Sure, with Spencer I was used to have this type of treatment, but it came at a price. One that I wasn’t willing to pay.

  “Thank you.”

  So, now Mr. Hotness has a name. It’s Price. I’m so tempted to ask him what his first name is, but I can’t. That would be silly especially if he already told me that Mr Price is waiting for me.

  I chuckle to myself knowing that Lena, would laugh if she knew what I was up to. She begged me not to meet Spencer. Then again, she’s been asking me to leave him for years. She would ask me about the bruises and I would deny that Spencer did them. She’s been begging me to leave him for years. To the extent that I had to choose between Spencer and her, I ended up breaking our childhood friendship over him.

  I’ll never forget when I came home that night from just wandering the streets. I used to do that from time-to-time, I was trying to pluck up the courage to just leave. No matter how many times I did it, I would always end up back home.

  But, this night I was surprised to see a man was shot in the living room. The place that I used to watch TV or sometimes fall asleep on
the couch. Spencer shot him in front of me, as if it was something that he did every day. That was when I needed to leave. I had to get away and when he didn’t try and stop me, I should have known that he had something up his sleeves. And only after I settled in Lena, did I realize that he took the ring and he knew that I would be back for it. Only the ring. Not him.

  I shook my head as I was brought back to the reality. The bell boy kept repeating the same words, but they were just echoing in my ears, “Miss, this is the penthouse suite.”

  “Sorry, I was miles away.”

  He smiles, “Have a good night.”

  Then, I hover between going back downstairs or just moving forward. What if it’s a trick? Some random guy handed me his hotel card to come to his suite. It couldn’t just be fate. There had to be more to it. I start to get paranoid, thinking that it’s one of Spencer’s men.

  My feet are doing something completely different than what my mind’s telling me to do right now. I’m moving forward into the open-plan room. This isn’t a hotel suite; it’s more like an apartment. Even Spencer couldn’t afford something like this, not by a long shot.

  As I move into the penthouse, I expect Mr. Price to come out at any moment, but he doesn’t. I’m alone as I look out and see the view of the night skyline. The sofa and other furniture are white. There’s nothing personal about it. No family photos; only landscape pictures.

  “Nice, isn’t it?” A man’s voice whispers as he approaches me.

  I whirl in surprise, to see him standing there with no shoes. He’s still wearing the pants he had on downstairs, along with an unbuttoned dress shirt, which gives me a glimpse of his warm tan skin.