About This Book
Marry a McDade. That's the order Cyrus Doherty gives his only daughter.The bloodbath that claimed the lives of Whisper's brothers put the Doherty share of the city's business in jeopardy. Her father's way to remedy that is to form an alliance with their enemy.To prove to the McDades that the Dohertys intentions are true, Whisper's father sets her up to marry the arrogant, bullish, inconsiderate man they call Razer.The problem is, Whisper Doherty isn't exactly known for playing nice. Finding her place in the McDade ranks won't be easy. Especially when she can't seem to stop sassing everyone. Other McDade women might be happy following the rules, but Whisper is no pushover.Her husband's issues collide with her own and combust into something neither of them expect. It's a power struggle. A war within a war and she will not surrender.But the bride has to deal with more than just her domineering husband. Her new father-in-law, the McDade patriarch, believes everyone is beneath him. Burl McDade expects everyone to bow to his will and that's just not Whisper's style.Making an enemy of him pits her against the McDade-Doherty alliance. Burl demands her submission; Whisper will not yield. She's on her own... or is she?Warning: Contains explicit language and imagery. Suitable only for ages 18 and over.**HEA STANDALONE**Excerpt from Only Yours...Whisper expected some acknowledgement, given they'd gone the whole day without speaking to each other. But he didn't say a word or even give her a chance to come up with something. The oaf grabbed her arm to haul her out of the closet and across the bedroom. He hadn't even bothered to turn on a light. The only illumination came from the closet and nanny's room. Whisper wasn't fighting him, but didn't appreciate being manhandled without so much as a hello. A guy had to earn that right. As a McDade, Zaid was starting from a position a hundred behind the others. The meathead. He flung her to the floor in front of the couch at the end of the bed and started to unbuckle his jeans. She'd just risen to her knees and shoved her hair from her face when he pulled his cock out of his pants. Her mouth—which had been open, ready to release a barrage of outrage—clamped shut without uttering a word. Suck it, he growled. All Whisper could do was blink at it, there above her in all its ample glory. Fuck me, she breathed out. That comes later. I said suck it.
