• Ayden K. Morgen

Fight for You Book Birthday Sale!

Today is Cade and January's book birthday! Exactly one year ago, their book entered the world. To celebrate, the Warrior series has a brand new look, and you can get Cade & January's powerful story for .99c!




The only thing harder than letting go...is going back.


Ten years ago, Michael "Cade" Kincaid and January James lost everything in one horrible moment. They've spent the years since desperately trying to forget the tragedy that tore them apart.


Some memories aren't so easily forgotten. Neither are some people.


When a dangerous enemy from the past reappears, Cade is forced back to the city he fled to protect the girl he left behind. But keeping her safe may come at a price neither he nor January is prepared to pay. 


As old feelings and buried secrets resurface, Cade and January will face more than just an old enemy. They'll come face to face with themselves and the guilt they tried so hard to hide. 


The consequences will shake the very foundation of their world and reshape their future together...if it doesn't kill them first. 


If you enjoy second chance romance, gripping suspense, and tales of redemption, you will love Cade and January's powerful story. Fight for You can be read as a standalone title.


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"What's going on out here?"


I freeze as soon as I hear that dulcet voice. I don't even have to turn around to know it's her. She hasn't spoken a word to me in a little over ten years, but the cadence of her voice is ingrained in my memory, embedded so deeply I don't think I'll ever forget it. I remember the exact resonance of her giggle and the sweet melody of her laugh. I know how that angelic voice turns sultry when she's begging me to fuck her…and how she growls and hisses like a little lioness when she's pissed off. I also know that her voice shakes when she's scared. It's shaking now.


"Nothing. Go back inside, January," I say, planting my feet to keep myself from turning around to look at her. If I see her, if I look into those bright emerald eyes…it's going to tear me apart. All those still festering wounds are going to break wide open, and I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it this time. It's been a decade since she ripped my heart out and I'm barely surviving as it is.


"Cade?" she gasps.


Fuck. She shouldn't have said that. She's the only person who has ever called me Cade. I never let anyone else use the nickname she gave me. It was just for her. Hearing her say it now is like a goddamn dare, taunting me to turn around and face her. And I want to do exactly that. I want to turn around and look my fill, ease the pain that's been riding me every single day since she kicked my ass to the curb, but I don't have that right anymore. I lost it ten years ago when I destroyed her life.


Like the bastard I am, I turn around anyway.


She's still the prettiest little thing I've ever seen in my life. She's tiny, her little body barely big enough to hold up those luscious tits pressing against her tank top so hard her nipples are visible. Her red shorts cover nothing. They're so goddamn short every inch of those tanned legs are on display.


With one glimpse at her, I'm rock hard, my dick pressing into my zipper so insistently he's about to split the seams. It's been ten years—ten long, torturous years—and he still knows who he belongs to. January.


"Cade," she whispers this time, her bright green eyes roving all over my body. She hasn't changed at all. She's still tiny and perfect.


But I'm bigger, harder, comprised of muscle and aggression. I'm also covered in tattoos that hurt to look at more than my scars do. With small gauges in my ears, a piercing in my nose, and a decade of ruthless decisions weighing on me, I look a hell of a lot like the thug I so often portray.


She seems to like what she sees now as much as she did back then. She pushes her long blonde hair away from her heart-shaped face and licks her lips. Her nipples get harder. The pulse in her throat flutters.


I take a step toward her, unable to stop myself from moving in her direction. She's like gravity…a natural phenomenon I'm not strong enough to withstand. I never have been. My every instinct clamors for attention, screaming at me that I need her to survive.


She throws a hand up and takes a step back.


My heart cracks, but I stop moving toward her. Of course I do. My body is hers to command as much now as it ever has been.


"Don't," she says. Her gaze flickers past me to the squad cars and ambulance parked on the curb. Fear slides through her expression, tearing at my insides. I know what she's thinking about, what she's remembering. It fucking kills me to know she's still bleeding over it too.


"It's okay, baby girl," I whisper to her, willing to say or do anything to ease the haunted look on her face. "Everything is okay."


"It's not," she snaps, glowering at me. And there it is. The look that annihilates me. The one that haunts every goddamn nightmare I have.


Hate.


I'd sell my soul to take back what I did to earn her hatred, but I can't. I did the crime. I'll do the time. Every excruciating second of it until someone puts me out of my misery. Even then, it won't be enough to redeem me. Some souls are so dirty, so black, there is no redemption. No salvation. There's nothing but blood and pain. Mine is covered in so goddamn much of it I'll never wash clean.


"What happened?" she asks, glancing from me to the roadway.


"Caught a kid trying to break into your place," I tell her, shoving my hands into my pockets to hide the way they shake. "I took care of it."


"How? By beating him up?"


I hate that that's what she thinks of me…and I hate that she's right. I don't even try to defend myself. What's the point? Her opinion of me was confirmed long ago. Nothing I say now will change it.


"What are you doing here, Michael?" she asks, weary and wary and so goddamn sad, it kills me.


It kills me even more that she's calling me Michael like she doesn't know me at all. Like she doesn't own me. I've been Cade to her since she was four years old. I've belonged to her for just about as long. She was my first everything, but she's not mine anymore. That ship sailed right into an abyss a long time ago.


"Taking care of a few things," I say, not elaborating any further. If I tell her the ATF asked me to convince her to let Kaleo have this block before she gets herself killed, she'll fight me. I don't have it in me to fight her right now. I need to get the hell out of here. Now. Because the longer I stand here not touching her, the more it hurts.


"Agent Kincaid!" the LAPD officer calls from behind me.


January gasps.


Yeah, baby girl, I'm a cop. Too damned bad it doesn't change a fucking thing. I'm still the monster at the end of this book. Only this one doesn't end happy like the storybook I used to read you, sweetheart. Not for me and not for you either.


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Some people are worth fighting for...

Forced upon a mother who didn't want her and enslaved by a cartel that refuses to let her go, Faith Donovan's life has never been her own. She thought she'd made peace with her fate…until Detective Octavio Hernandez sweeps in and carries her out of her blood-soaked cage. The way he cares for her makes her ache for what she never thought she'd find: love and a family of her own. 

But trusting him when she knows he has an ulterior motive is no easy feat.

Octavio swore to give Faith the freedom she craves in exchange for her help bringing down the cartel that murdered his sister. But that was before he fell in love with her and her quiet bravery. Now he wants nothing more than a future with her...even if it means walking away from his lifelong search for answers.

But is love enough to keep Faith by his side, or will freedom prove too much of a lure? 

Kill for You is a powerful and gritty romantic suspense novel. If you enjoy gripping organized crime thrillers, passionate slow-burn romance, and multicultural casts, you'll love Kill for You! The book can be read as a standalone.


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