Tied to His Betrayal

A Dirty Little Secrets Novel

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About the Book

In a dazzling novel of passion and power from the bestselling author of Bound Beneath His Pain and the Club Sin series, a commanding man gives up his most prized possession to win back the one that got away.

Darius Bennett can’t live without supreme control. A self-made billionaire, he’s rich enough to get anything—and any woman—he wants, yet he’s still haunted by a broken relationship. Five years ago, Darius let Taylor Erikson go because he knew he could never give her what she truly wanted: his heart. But the moment Taylor walks back into his life, bruised and beaten, Darius blames himself. To make good on his betrayal, he vows to help her heal—in and out of the sheets.

Once upon a time, Darius was Taylor’s world. Now his fierce embrace is exactly what she needs to get back on her feet. But Taylor pays a heavy price for her sizzling nights with Darius. As the emotional ties become stronger than ever and the paparazzi hunt her down for their next juicy story, Taylor must face some hard truths. They can’t go back. And to move forward, the key to loving Darius isn’t about keeping his secrets—it’s about exposing them.

Tied to His Betrayal is intended for mature audiences.

Don’t miss any of Stacey Kennedy’s red-hot reads

The sinful standalone: PERFECTLY INAPPROPRIATE
 
The duet of naughty novellas: BOUGHT BY THE BOSS

The Dirty Little Secrets series: BOUND BENEATH HIS PAIN | TIED TO HIS BETRAYAL | RESTRAINED UNDER HIS DUTY | CUFFED BY HIS CHARM

The Club Sin series: CLAIMED | BARED | DESIRED | FREED | TAMED | COMMANDED | MINE

Praise for Tied to His Betrayal

“I loved Tied to His Betrayal! Stacey Kennedy delivers a raw, emotional read.”New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst 

“Sexy, intriguing and daring. . . There are no walls when the love of your life walks through your door. Darius and Taylor’s lust for each other is off-the charts hot.”New York Times bestselling author Heidi McLaughlin

Includes an excerpt from another Loveswept title.
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Praise for Tied to His Betrayal

“I loved Tied to His Betrayal! Stacey Kennedy delivers a raw, emotional read.”New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst 

“Sexy, intriguing and daring. . . There are no walls when the love of your life walks through your door. Darius and Taylor’s lust for each other is off-the charts hot.”New York Times bestselling author Heidi McLaughlin

“I am really enjoying this series by Stacey Kennedy. If you like interesting, complex stories, definitely check this one out!”—Kilts and Swords

“I would definitely recommend this book to other romance novel readers . . .  I’m going to be keeping my eye on Stacey Kennedy and her future releases.”—Alpha Book Club

“I love how much this group of friends has each other’s backs. They would do anything for each other. This is a fun series to read. I am very excited for the next book to come out.”—Hine’s and Bigham’s Literary Tryst (five hearts)

Tied to His Betrayal is a combination of emotional and erotic that Ms. Kennedy does so well and I’m now counting the days till the next book releases. Besides, I can’t wait to find out who the mole is. This is a really good place to test the waters for a newbie to the BDSM genre.”—The Sassy Bookster

Praise for Stacey Kennedy’s Bound Beneath His Pain

“With a dominant alpha male hero who’s also tender and caring, Bound Beneath His Pain gets this series off to a sizzling start!”USA Today bestselling author Kelly Jamieson
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Excerpt

Tied to His Betrayal

Chapter 1

Darius

I want a gun. A loaded, cold steel gun that I can wrap my fingers around and pull the trigger, taking a man down in the blink of an eye.

I’m considering where to get this gun as I’m staring at the only woman I’ve ever loved. At Taylor Erickson’s beaten face. She’s right there within my reach, standing on the other side of the front door of Allie Parker, my half-sister’s condo. Taylor’s light hazel eyes are locked on mine, collapsing the stability and strength of my world.
Minutes ago, I was enjoying Saturday night dinner with Allie and her boyfriend, Micah Holt. Now I can’t move. I’m not even sure I’m breathing. I don’t know how long Taylor and I have been in a staring contest that I won’t ever lose. All I know is every bruise on her face, burning them into my memory so I can repeat these marks on whoever hurt her. “The man who did this to you,” I hiss through my teeth, seeing tears well up in her eyes. “He’s dead.”

I hear the hitch of her breath before she expertly shuts down emotion in that strong way she used to do when we were younger. But that’s not all I remember about her. I remember the way those pink pouty lips felt when I kissed her worries away. I remember how perfect and warm she felt wrapped in my arms, safe from a scary world. I remember how my fingers tangled perfectly in her long honey-colored, wavy locks, holding her tight against me.
I can’t forget anything. She haunts me. Every damn day.

“Oh, hush, Darius,” says my half-sister, Allie, pulling Taylor inside her condo. “No one is going to kill anyone.” She shuts the door behind her with a loud bang. “God, Taylor, you’re shivering.”

I realize then that Taylor is soaking wet from head to toe. One look over my shoulder at the 180-degree view of San Francisco’s midtown shows me that it’s pouring rain outside.

“I’m fine,” says Taylor, returning my attention to her. She wraps her arms around herself, face ashen. “Or I will be once I get out of these clothes.”

“Need help?” Allie offers.

“No. Geesh. I’ll be back before you know it.” She smiles at Allie before giving me a quick look that tells me all I need to know.

She’s uneasy about seeing me again.

I’m wrecked in her presence, too. I force my muscles to loosen, my fingers to unclench, and my hammering heart to slow as I watch Taylor, with her bags in her hands, moving down the hallway, toward the bedroom.

Silence surrounds us. Silence that is heavy and thick, saying so much without saying anything at all.

When Taylor finally disappears and the sound of the bedroom door closing drifts into the living room, Allie mutters, “Jesus Christ.”

I turn, finding her clear blue eyes wide when she looks between me and Micah, nervously twirling her long brown hair around her finger. I know she’s searching her mind for the same answers I want, like what happened to Taylor, but she seems stuck, unable to move past the worry for her best friend. I don’t have that problem.

“Darius, where are you going?” Allie calls out.

I ignore her question. In search of answers, and focused on the emotion crawling beneath my flesh, I leave Allie and Micah behind and move toward the bedroom. Once there, I knock on the door, intent to get them.

“Come in,” Taylor calls from behind the door.

I enter the bedroom, finding her sitting on Allie’s queen-sized bed, now out of her wet clothes and wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a light blue T-shirt. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, but her skin is still a grayish color, lacking the rosy cheeks I remember. “Taylor—”

“I don’t want to hear it, Darius,” she interrupts coolly, pulling a pair of socks out of her bag. “No lectures. All right?”
I lean against the doorframe and fold my arms. “Who says I want to lecture you?”

She finishes putting on her sock, then lifts her head and gives me a lopsided smile. “Because I know you.”

That smile is a sucker punch to my throat. Many of my best memories have that smile in them. “If you know me so well, then do tell: Why have I come in here?”

Taylor doesn’t hesitate. “You want to know who did this to me and why it happened.” She puts on her other sock before continuing. “The answer is, an angry ex-boyfriend and drinking . . . lots and lots of drinking.” She zips up her bag, rises from the bed, and turns to face me. “And now you’re going to tell me that you want to hire security to watch over me because you’re concerned for my safety.”

I don’t hesitate either. “You’re right, I do.”

She moves toward me, voice soft yet stern. “I don’t want a babysitter, so that’s not a conversation we’re going to have.” Her fruity scent spirals in the air around me when she closes in. Her bright, intelligent eyes stare me down.

 “But because I know you won’t let this go. His name is Shawn Mason. And no, Darius, you’re not going to go and kick the shit out of him.”
 
 

Dirty Little Secrets Series

Cuffed by His Charm
Restrained Under His Duty
Tied to His Betrayal
Bound Beneath His Pain

About the Author

Stacey Kennedy
Stacey Kennedy is an outdoorsy, wine-drinking, nap-loving, animal-cuddling, USA Today bestselling romance author with a chocolate problem. She writes sexy contemporary romance with a dash of suspense and a sprinkle of heart and humor, including titles in her wildly hot Kinky Spurs, Club Sin, and Dirty Little Secrets series. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her family and does most of her writing surrounded by lazy dogs. More by Stacey Kennedy
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