Spotlight & Giveaway: Hers to Tame by Rhenna Morgan

Today, HJ is pleased to share with you Rhenna Morgan’s new release: Hers to Tame

Book two of NOLA Knights, the heart-stoppingly sexy spin-off series by Men of Haven author Rhenna Morgan

As an avtoritet for the most powerful crime syndicate in New Orleans, Kir Vasilek doesn’t act without purpose, doesn’t speak without thought and never, ever loses his cool. The lives of his brothers, his family, depend on it. But then Cassie McClintock strolls back into his life, and staying cool is next to impossible. Cassie was the one who got away—and Kir is willing to break all his own rules to keep it from happening ever again.
 
It’s one thing to report on the Russian mafia; it’s quite another to sleep with one of them, especially one as dangerous, and as sinfully sexy, as Kir Vasilek. Even though the information he once provided helped make her career—and the memory of his touch still keeps her up at night—Cassie knows too much about his world to go down that path.
 
But when Kir reaches out for help after a rival family comes for one of his own, Cassie doesn’t want to say no, either to investigating a gruesome murder or to the heat that pulls her right back into his arms…and his heart. Taming Kir—and helping to save the family she’s come to call her own—is not the story she thought she’d write, but it’s the one she’s determined will get a happy ending.
 
Hers to Tame is the highly anticipated follow-up to His to Defend. And don’t miss Roman’s story in Mine to Keep, coming soon from Rhenna Morgan and Carina Press.

Enjoy an exclusive excerpt from Hers to Tame 

Inhaling slowly, he inched back and raked her head to toe. “Now, are you steady enough to resume your grand entrance? Or do I need to do something more drastic to unplug your mind?”
She cocked one eyebrow and shot him her best mock frown. “Oh, no you don’t. I know what methods you use to distract women, and I need my wits about me tonight.”
He dipped his head, all gallant formality. “As you wish.” He turned her toward the table and slid his arm back around her waist. “Though, I can’t make any prom¬ises about what happens after dinner.”
He couldn’t have timed the suggestive hint any bet¬ter, the proximity of the table decreasing swiftly enough with each step that she had no choice but to brace for introductions rather than remind him of their platonic relationship.
Thankfully, no one appeared to monitor the rest of their approach. Not even Sergei, whose sole attention was now focused on the young boy seated to the right of him, the one she’d seen in Kir’s picture days ago.
The second they reached the far end of the table, though, all bets were off.
The petite dark-haired woman with an amazing pixie haircut at Sergei’s left homed in on them first.
Then the boy.
Sergei was the last to turn his head, but the moment he pushed back in his chair and stood, every other man at the table stood as well.
Kir led her directly to Sergei, the proprietorial weight of his arm around her back surprising for such a gath¬ering, but one she appreciated all the same.
Sergei glanced at Kir’s hand at her hip, and his mouth twitched. A string of complicated-sounding Russian words rolled from his tongue, every one of them aimed toward Kir, but the wry humor behind them was un-mistakable.
Across the table, Roman chuckled.
Kir didn’t seem the least deterred by whatever was said. Merely cleared his throat and lifted his chin a notch. “Allow me to introduce Cassie McClintock. Cassie, this is Sergei Petrovyh.”
Sergei extended his hand. “Miss McClintock. We’re very happy to have you join us.”
Cassie took the hand he offered, his grip firm, yet not frighteningly so. “Please, just call me Cassie. Miss McClintock is way too formal for me.”
“You sound like my bride. Though, I must confess, I enjoy the formality now that she carries my surname.” Sergei motioned to the woman beside him. “Cassie, my wife, Evette.”
Before his introduction could fully die out, Evette was on her feet, her beautiful hazel eyes bright with ex-citement. “Girl, am I glad to meet you!” She wrapped Cassie up like she’d known her for years rather than seconds then stepped back and motioned to the open seats to her left. “I saved you both a spot so I can hear all about the girl that’s got Kir so kerfluffled.”
Kir? Kerfluffled?
Surely, they weren’t talking about the same guy. And what kind of mob wife used the word kerfluffled?
Evette motioned to the other people around the table, starting with the big guy in the chair next to Kir. With loose auburn hair to his shoulders, a big build and attire to rival Kir’s, he looked like a Scottish warlord turned is his wife, Lizzy Hemming.”
“Oh my God!” She quickly shook hands with Axel and offered him an old-fashioned how-do-you-do, but the majority of her attention was on the brunette rockstar who rose to her feet beside him. For the last year, Lizzy Hemming had all but dominated the charts, her powerful voice and exceptional music casting a wide net for followers.
Cassie held out her hand. “I’m thrilled to meet you! I’m a huge fan.”
Lizzy accepted Cassie’s outstretched hand. “Glad to meet you, too. Always good to meet a fellow music lover.”
Keeping the introductions moving, Evette motioned to an older lady across the table. “This is Dorothy. I’ve known her as long as I’ve been alive. My momma worked at her diner in Mid-City when I was little.”
“Diner as in Dorothy’s Diner?” Cassie said. “That was one of the first places my aunt Frieda took me when I moved here. I had two helpings of blackberry cobbler and that was after I’d already gorged on pork chops and potato casserole.”
A proud smile curved Dorothy’s thin lips. Despite her gray hair and wrinkled face, there was an undeni-able strength in her demeanor. “That’s the one, child. You and your auntie come visit again, this time you ask for me. We’ll get ya fixed up with something extra special.”
Evette waved at Roman next to Dorothy. “If you know Kir, I’m gonna guess you already know Roman.” Her gaze locked on the young boy next to Sergei and her smile deepened. “And this handsome boy is my son, Emerson.”
“Likewise.” His attention shifted to Kir, and an or¬nery smirk crept across his face. “She’s pretty, Uncle Kir. I think you did good.”
The Uncle Kir hit her first.
The next realization was the staggering fact that ev¬eryone apparently thought they were a thing.
Well, duh, Cassie. His arm is still around you. What else would they think?
Thankfully, Kir interjected to cover her fluster. “Of course, she’s pretty. And smart and funny, too. After all, I have exceptional taste.” With a knowing wink, he motioned Cassie to her seat. “I think you’d best have a seat, vozlyublennaya. They’ve been building their list of questions for you since Thursday, and the restaurant only stays open so long—even for their boss.”
Cassie took her seat and the familiar comfort that had seemed to grip everyone before their arrival re-sumed, each person commenting on different options on the menu, or taking up their previous conversation. She leaned closer to Kir as soon as he’d settled and murmured, “What’s vozlyublennaya? You’ve said that a few times tonight.”
Clearly, Evette wasn’t paying any attention to what¬ever Dorothy was saying to her son, because she chuck-led and answered before Kir could. “It’s an endearment. Sweetheart, I think. Right, babe?” she said to Sergei.
Sergei grinned. “Da.”
Sweetheart?
She twisted her head to Kir, a silent question and probably a healthy dose of surprise plastered all over her face.
“All their endearments sound sexy, if you ask me,”
Evette added. “Malyshka. Daragaya. Zolatka. Milaya. Russians don’t mess around with their sweet talk.”
“That last one,” Cassie said, taking advantage Evette’s chattiness, “what’s it mean?”
“Milaya?” Evette said.
“Darling or dear,” Roman answered. “A term of affection I’m not certain I’ve ever heard cross my brother’s lips.”
The glare Kir aimed at Roman wasn’t exactly one of irritation, but held a warning all the same. “Perhaps there would be more opportunities for me to share en¬dearments with my woman if my family didn’t give her cause to run after only one dinner with them.”
My woman.
Had he just said that?
In front of everyone?

Excerpt. ©Rhenna Morgan. Posted by arrangement with the publisher. All rights reserved.
 
 

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