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Saturday, December 26, 2015

DOMINIC (Slater Brothers #1) by L.A. Casey





MATURE READERS 18+


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WARNING: If you don't like a leading male that is a possessive pr**k, Dominic is NOT for you. If you don't like a leading female that is a stubborn bi**h, Dominic is NOT for you. If you don't like over the top drama and characters who have bad tempers, Dominic is NOT for you. Most of all, if you don't like characters who CURSE A LOT and say EXACTLY what they feel and are thinking without sugar coating it then Dominic is REALLY NOT for you.
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After a car accident killed her parents when she was a child, Bronagh Murphy chose to box herself off from people in an effort to keep herself from future hurt. If she doesn't befriend people, talk to them or acknowledge them in any way they leave her alone just like she wants.

When Dominic Slater enters her life, ignoring him is all she has to do to get his attention. Dominic is used to attention, and when he and his brothers move to Dublin, Ireland for family business, he gets nothing but attention. Attention from everyone except the beautiful brunette with a sharp tongue.

Dominic wants Bronagh and the only way he can get to her, is by dragging her from the boxed off corner she has herself trapped in the only way he knows how...by force.

Dominic wants her, and what Dominic wants, Dominic gets.






EXCERPT

“Dominic, move out of me way!”

“Are you going to puke?” he asked as he still stood in my way.

“Yeah, I’m goin’ to puke, and I’m aimin’ for you so move!” I warned.

Dominic snorted. “Nah, you don’t look like you will be sick, you’re obviously having stomach pain though.”

“Thank you for that observation doctor Fuckface, now fuckin’ move!” I spat.

Dominic laughed at me then glanced to my hands. “I’ll happily move…when you give me those cookies.”

I held the cookies to my chest as I would with a newly born infant.

“No fuckin’ way, I got them first!”

Dominic rolled his eyes. “They are mostly likely the last triple chocolate cookies in the entire store since you had to get them from the very back of the shelf. If you want me to move, then you will give them to me.”

“They were the last two packets in the shop, but I’m not givin’ you either of them, and if you don’t move I’ll scream rape and have you arrested!” I warned.

He tipped his head back and laughed, so I took the opportunity and maneuvered around him. I used one hand to hold the cookies to my chest and the other to grab my trolley.

“Oh, no you don’t!”

When I felt hands come around my stomach from behind, I almost died.

He was touching me!

Dominic Slater had his hands on my stomach and had his body pressed into my back.

Oh, my Jesus.

Did this motherfucker have a death wish?

“I’ll give you three seconds to get your hands and body away from me, otherwise I will knock you the fuck out!”

Dominic’s chuckle in my ear made my body tense up even more than it already was.

“You think you can take me, pretty girl?”

Pretty girl?

Was he trying to be funny or something?

“I do!” I snapped then said, “Don’t call me that again!”

“I can call you what I like and say what I like to you, freedom of speech and all that.”

“You’re so stupid…get off me!” I snapped then gasped when one of his arms came up and made a blatant grab for my cookies.

No. Bloody. Way!

I lifted my leg and kicked back against Dominic’s shin; he grunted as he jumped back away from me. I whirled around and glared at him while he shook out his leg probably trying to shake the pain away.

“You fucking bitch!” he hissed.

I smiled to him. “That will be your balls if you ever touch me again. Have you not learned your lesson that touchin’ me results in me hittin’ you?”

He rolled his eyes and rubbed his cheek as if still feeling the pain of the slap I delivered to him on Wednesday for touching my arse.

He dropped his hands and grinned at me. “You have a phat ass, I couldn’t help myself from having a feel.”

I gaped at him.

He just called me fat.

He actually just called me fat.

I don’t care if I looked the size of a whale; you just don’t call a girl fat, especially to her fucking face.

The insult hurt me, and I hated that. I wanted to hurt Dominic back so I threw the insult back at him even though there was nothing but trimmed muscle on him.

“You are fat!” I snapped then turned and grabbed my trolley with one hand and began to push it away.


Fuckface stopped me though.

He wedged himself between me and my trolley. I didn’t like it, not one bit.

“I didn’t call you fat.”

The dirty liar!

I growled at him. “You did too, you lying sack of shite!”

“I said you have a phat ass, there is a difference,” he stated.

What?

“No there isn’t, you said me arse is fat-“

“Phat as in sexy,” he purred.

I stared at him, suppressing the urge to beat him to death with my cookies.

“Fat is not sexy,” I stated.

“When you have a fat ass it is,” Dominic said, still standing in front of me. “I don’t mean fat as in fat, I just meant it as in good type of big, not an obese type of big. You have a big butt, and that is sexy.”

Why the fuck were we having this conversation about my fat but not fat arse?

“I don’t give a damn. Me and me fat arse want to move on with our trolley so get outta the way.”

Dominic smirked and held out his hand and said, “Cookies first.”

I gripped the cookies tighter. “You will have to pry them from me cold, dead fingers, you overly tall bastard.”

Dominic smirked and took a step toward me; I panicked and swung my arm catching him across the face with my hand. He actually stumbled to the side and out of my way as he gripped his face. I shot forward, grabbed my trolley, and all but sprinted up the aisle.

“Bronagh!” he shouted.

I turned and headed straight for a check out till, more than ready to pay for the items and get home. People obviously heard Dominic shouting and looked to the aisle where I just shot out from. I pretended to be confused as well; I didn’t want anyone thinking I was the Bronagh that Dominic was shouting after.

I jumped into a queue and began to unload my trolley items onto the conveyor belt, while mentally shouting at the woman in front of me to hurry up and pack her things.

“I could have you arrested for assault, you know that right? That’s twice you hit me back there.”

I sighed, knowing he purposely chose to come to this till just to piss me off.

“It was self-defence, you put your hands on me first without permission,” I spat as I nudged my trolley forward without looking around at him.

“That’s bullshit,” Dominic snarled.

I rolled my eyes. “Get over it, you big baby.”

I surged forward when the lady in front of me was finished, and thankfully, the woman serving me had my stuff scanned and helped me bag them in record time.

“Those cookies are the nicest ones in the entire shop, they are always sold out.” The woman smiled when she tucked them into a bag.

I looked up to Dominic, who was glaring at me and making me smile before I looked at the woman.

“I agree, they are delicious.”

“Evil bitch,” Dominic muttered making the woman snap her head to him, and it caused me to snort a little.

I paid the woman, grabbed the three carrier bags, and heaved them down. They were heavy, and I hated that Branna wasn’t here with her car to help me bring them home.

I sucked in a large breath and made for the exit of the shop only to pause at the doors, almost whimpering there and then. It was absolutely lashing rain outside. I don’t know why I was so surprised, it always happened. It could be mild and cool here in Dublin one minute then belting rain the next.

I sighed and looked up at the sky after a full minute of just staring out at the rain. “You just can’t cut me a break, can you, Jesus?”

“I don’t think he replies to people who assault innocents.”

I jumped at his voice, which he laughed at.

I shook my head without looking at Dominic when he came to stand next to me. “How the hell did you pack your things and pay for them so quickly?” I questioned.

“Magic,” he replied.

I rolled my eyes. “Well, use some magic and disappear from me presence.”

Dominic snorted. “You would love that, wouldn’t you?”

I looked at him, narrowed my eyes and smiled. “I would love nothin’more than for you to disappear from the face of the earth, fuckface.”

Dominic looked like he suddenly wanted to murder me so I stepped away from him.

“No wonder you bought tampons, must be that time of the month.” He shook his head.

He saw my tampons?

Oh God!

I felt my face flush. “You shut the hell up!”

He grinned at me. “You’re seriously mean on your period.”

Oh, my God!

Get me the Hell out of here.

“Well, this was horrible, I hope we don’t run into each other here – or anywhere – ever again. Bad day to you, sir.” I bowed my head and stepped out into the rain.

I felt a chill run up my spine, so I straightened myself up, ignored the pain of the plastic bags digging into my fingers, and pushed on walking.

“Do you want a ride?” I heard Dominic’s voice shout from my far left.

I gasped and spun in his direction, noticing that he was moving toward a large black Jeep.

“You dirty bastard! How dare you ask me that!” I shouted.

Dominic paused his stride and looked at me with his eyebrows raised before he laughed.

“Crap, I meant a lift as in a lift home in my car. I didn’t mean a ride as in the meaning of what a ride is over here…I’m not asking you to ride me, Bronagh.”

I felt myself flush.

“Whatever, I don’t need a lift!” I turned and continue walking out of the car park and onto the pathway.

The rain was coming down so hard that it was dribbling down into my eyes, making it hard to see. I rubbed my eyes against my shoulder and pressed on.

I never minded the rain – I was used to it – and actually liked walking in it when it rained hard. But not when I was carrying heavy things. I glared at Dominic’s Jeep when it passed me by, then screamed when he came close to the path causing dirty water to splash up all over me.

“You bloody twat!” I screamed as loud as I could.

I had dropped my shopping bags during the soaking, so I quickly bent down to pick them up. I swear Dominic was lucky everything I bought was in sealed packaging and wouldn’t be destroyed by the water.

“I know you won’t believe me but I was actually pulling up beside you to offer you a ride again. I really didn’t mean to get you all wet.” Dominic’s voice shouted out from his car – the passenger side window was rolled down – then followed with a laugh.

He was laughing at me!

I growled as I looked to my right and glared into the opened window of Dominic’s SUV. I used my shoulder to get the water out of my eyes again before spitting some out of my mouth.

“FUCK OFF,” I screamed. “JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!”

His eyebrows jumped a little at my shouting, but I didn’t care. Fuck him. I turned and pretty much jogged away and all the way home. I didn’t stop moving until I was safely inside my house. I sank down to my arse with the hall door pressed to my back.

“Bronagh? Is that you? I got off early and tried ringin’ you to see if you needed-” Branna’s voice was cut off mid-sentence before a muffled laugh quickly filled up the silence. “You look like a soaked rat!”

I growled and leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes. I winced a little when my stomach began to cramp up, adding further horribleness to my shitty day.

“I didn’t think it was rainin’ that hard. You’re seriously soaked, Bee, what happened?”

I grunted as I continued to sit on the floor, shopping bags gathered around me. I could easily tell her that an American prick soaked me with his car after harassing me inside the supermarket, but I honestly didn’t want to talk about Dominic or even think about the arsehole.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Fuming that I was soaked to the bone and annoyed that I had a female reproductive system, I leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes again before exhaling loudly. Dominic was pretty much to blame for one of those things, so I decided to blame everything that was wrong with me on him, as well.

It is official, I now and will forever more hate Dominic Slater.


L.A. Casey is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author who juggles her time between her mini-me and writing. She was born, raised and currently resides in Dublin, Ireland. She enjoys chatting with her readers, who love her humour and Irish accent as much as her books.

Casey's first book, DOMINIC, was independently published in 2014 and became an instant success on Amazon. Now a hybrid author, she is both traditionally and independently published and is represented by Mark Gottlieb from Trident Media Group.


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