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[Meghan March] -- The Mount Trilogy concludes with Sinful Empire! What's mine, I keep, and that includes Keira Kilgore. It's no longer enough to have her in my. Read "Sinful Empire" by Meghan March available from Rakuten Kobo. Sign up today and get £3 off your first purchase. The Mount Trilogy concludes with Sinful . Editorial Reviews. Review. 'This is one book hangover I never want to wake from.' ~Harper Sinful Empire (The Anti-Heroes Collection Book 3) by [March, Meghan . Enter your mobile number or email address below and we'll send you a link to download the free Kindle App. Then you can start reading Kindle books on.
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Sinful empire Author: Meghan March Publisher: Red Dress Press, English View all editions and formats Summary: The Mount Trilogy concludes with Sinful Empire! What's mine, I keep, and that includes Keira Kilgore. It's no longer enough to have her in my debt. No longer enough to own her body.
I want something more. She can try to resist, but I'll never give her up. Nothing will keep us apart. Not her. Not my enemies.
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InformationResource , genont: Home About Help Search. A few rumors circulated that he kept Richelle LaFleur, a girl from our church, as a mistress until she went missing a year ago. I shut that path of thinking down completely. Two fingers push a document titled Promissory Note across the scarred wood of my desk into the watery pool of light. My eyes lock on the papers, but I'm too terrified to step any closer. Oh, sweet Jesus, Brett.
What did you do? My heart slams against my ribs. Hard features carved from granite, piercing dark eyes, and an unrelenting stare contrast with the relative civility of the suit that fits him to perfection. No way. And maybe it doesn't.
If he really did this. The effects would be catastrophic. Four generations of Kilgores have dedicated their hopes, dreams, and fortunes to keeping this legacy alive. It can't end with me. I shrink back against the wall as he advances, blocking my escape route to the door. There's nowhere to run. He has me trapped. My body trembles like I just survived an encounter with the anti-Christ.
And I can't forget the promissory note. My gaze darts to the desk and then away. It has to be fake. Every dollar that has gone into this place has been courtesy of the dog-and-pony show I put on for what seemed like every banker in town. I'm in debt up to my eyeballs.
Or, at least, I was. Now I'm in over my head. I squeeze my eyes shut and lift my chin toward the ceiling, inwardly cursing my dead husband. My dad would probably say I'd be better off looking down to find his spirit. How could you do this to me, you asshole? This debt.
How could I not have seen through him for the user he was? Self-recrimination floats through me for the thousandth time. I fell for his bullshit lines. I was the dumbass who suggested eloping because I was so convinced he was the one.
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It didn't take long before I realized he was an opportunistic asshole who cheated on me since before we were even married and started skimming money from the distillery bank account as soon as he had access.
I slap my palms against the solid oak door behind me. My pity party is over. I've spent just over three months dealing with the fallout of his death, only a month longer than we were married, and just when I thought I was finally back on solid ground. Lachlan Mount happens. I glance once more at the document sitting on my desk. I thought I finally proved myself worthy of sitting behind that desk when my father agreed to let me buy him out.
I was so proud to be the first woman to take the helm of a distillery producing the finest whiskey in the Irish tradition in New Orleans, where our family planted roots and came to prosper even with the bitch of a law called Prohibition.
But then again, I could picture Lachlan Mount there too with a tommy gun, eliminating every bit of competition in his way. Except he was probably still eliminating his competition the same way even now. Actually, I have no idea how we managed to escape his notice this long, but apparently that lucky streak is over.
I summon my ladyballs and cross the cold, cracked floor to look down on the document that sits on the desk so innocently. I reach out as though I should have a hazmat suit on before I touch it, and grasp a corner of the paper between a thumb and forefinger.
Promissory Note. I read it word for word. My quick-and-dirty summary: Or, if you wanted to get more specific, the anniversary of the discovery of his remains in a burned-out car in the Ninth Ward with an unidentified female.
A cacophony of emotions riot in my chest like brass bands on opposite street corners in the French Quarter, competing for tourist dollars. This is a disaster. I can't pay it. Mount knows I can't pay it. But there's something he's willing to take in trade.
I stumble around the side of the desk as my knees turn to water, and I collapse into the chair. Like his blood runs hotter than any ordinary man.
And maybe it does.
Sweet Jesus, what would he want from me? My inner voice of reason develops an attitude. Are you serious? What the hell does any man want from a woman? You'll pay on your back. There may only be a few things I know as absolute fact in this life. New Orleans will always be my home. But still, that word hangs in the air. But, really, the only things on this paper that matter are the amount I can't pay and the date it was due.
I flip it over, not wanting to look at it anymore, but a bold scrawl on the back mocks me. Seven-day payment extension granted. There's an illegible signature beneath it, but it doesn't take a genius to know whose it is. Seven days? It wouldn't matter if I had seven months.
I can't come up with a half million dollars. What did Brett do with the money? Does it really matter at this point? It's gone. He's gone. And I'm the one left on the hook because as I unpleasantly learned, as the sole beneficiary and executor of his estate, all his debts became mine to deal with. The mess of a bad marriage lasts a hell of a lot longer than till death do us part.
The steady thrum of fear running through my veins attempts to weaken my titanium spine. Some way. I will. I don't believe myself either. But I have to do something or I'm fucked. And, apparently, Lachlan Mount will be doing the fucking. Keira I approach my life like a general. A tactician. Each decision researched and executed with precision.
My father always said I should have been a surgeon, but the only thing I ever wanted to do was make whiskey. Right now, I need information on a man who lives in the shadows, so I go to the most obvious source-Google.
I type in his name, and in less than a second the following message appears on my screen. Your search - Lachlan Mount - did not match any documents. That's impossible. I click on the image tab and it's blank. I add New Orleans, and dozens of sites pop up with information about the city, but nothing about Lachlan Mount shows beneath the preview of each. I try a dozen more searches, all providing the same result. It's like he doesn't exist.
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