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Kandace and the Beast

Shay Savage

Copyright © 2015 Shay Savage

All Rights Reserved

Cover Design by Mayhem Cover Creations

Editing : Chayasara

Amazon Kindle Edition

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems-except in the case of brief excerpts or quotations embodied in review or critical writings without the express permission of the author, Shay Savage.

The characters and events in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.


This is for Kandace.

Sometimes a person enters your life, and you have no idea what kind of impact she will have on you. You don’t realize what she’s doing behind the scenes on your behalf. You don’t realize when you first speak with her that she’s going to be instrumental in changing your life.

Kandace, I am in awe of your strength and bravery. I’m impressed by your attitude and the way you continue to keep everyone else in your thoughts when you have every right to think only of yourself and your family. You are truly an amazing woman, and I will be forever in your debt. As you take on this battle, I am right there beside you.

You got this.

Fuck cancer.


I want to thank Dani, Kaylee, Elissa, and Bethany for all their help in getting this together while trying to keep it all under wraps at the same time. I couldn’t have managed it without your support.

I also want to thank my editor, Chayasara, for her record-setting editing speed, pushing my buttons, and subsequently making me a better writer. I don’t usually win arguments with her, but I always learn something!

Thanks to Mayhem Cover Creations for donating the cover art for this project.

So many people have gathered to support Kandace and her family. My newsfeed is constantly filled with messages of support and pictures of gifts people have sent.;  I suck at trying to come up with an inspirational quote or the perfect gift, but I knew I wanted to do something for her to show how much she means to me. This little tale is it.

Kandace has always gone on about Bastian Stark, up to and including replacing promo media with her own face. I figured it was time to let her fantasy come true.

Proceeds will be donated to Kandace’s medical expenses.

Table of Contents



Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Author’s Note

More Books by Shay Savage

About the Author

Chapter 1

Waves from warm ocean water roll over my feet as I walk through the sand. It’s an ideal day. The weather is beautiful, and I don’t have a care in the world.

There’s the niggling feeling in the back of my head that tells me something isn’t right; something isn’t quite normal. What am I doing on a beach? The last thing I remember is a nurse affixing one of those medical wristbands on my arm. It had “Kandace” scribbled on it along with my birthdate and a code number of some sort.

The scene around me is incredibly idyllic. The ocean is the crystal-clear azure of the Caribbean, and the sky is a brilliant blue with just a few wisps of clouds scattered about. There are seabirds bobbing around on the waves. The sand is smooth and nearly white, and the temperature is perfectly warm and inviting but not too hot. The sun heats my skin, but I don’t feel the burning sensation that would tell me I need more sunscreen.

I glance down at my pedicured toenails as my feet make their way along the shoreline. I can’t remember going to a salon recently—there hasn’t been the time—but my toenails are a seashell pink and glitter with the sunlight. I pass sandpiper tracks and seashells, but the beach is otherwise spotless. I’m wearing a blue one-piece bathing suit with a pair of rolled-up men’s boxers over them.


I reach down and run my fingers over the hem. They are way too big for me, even rolled over at the top. The edges are frayed, and there are little bits of thread reaching out and poking the blue bathing suit.

Do I own a blue bathing suit?

The thought is gone from my head as quickly as it entered. I close my eyes and turn my head to face the warm breeze coming off the ocean. The seabirds on the waves suddenly take flight, calling out into the wind. The smell of salt and sea-life fills my nostrils, and I smile.

When I open my eyes, my perfect setting is marred by a group of four men farther up the beach near a rocky outcropping, dressed in blue jeans and T-shirts. They look unkempt and rough as they loiter at the edge of the water. There’s a small boat nearby with its bow pressed into the sand and a long rope presumably attached to an anchor off one side. The men are a long way off but still look in my direction, watching me approach. I slow my pace, suddenly nervous. Where did they come from, and why hadn’t I seen them before? I slow down a bit more, but my pace seems irrelevant because moments later, the men are right in front of me.

“Looks like someone could use a little help.” There is nothing sincere in the voice of the darkly tanned man with a long, black ponytail. He smiles at me, revealing a couple of missing teeth. “You need a little help, sweetheart?”

“No.” My voice sounds hoarse. “I’m fine.”

“You really aren’t.” A chunky guy with greasy hair leers at me, taking a step forward as a man with dreadlocks bunched up with a piece of twine at the back of his neck starts to laugh.

He’s right—I’m not fine. I am supposed to be in the hospital, undergoing treatment for the umpteenth time. I shouldn’t be here at all, and I definitely shouldn’t be here with these men.

“I think she needs some company,” he says, and they all begin to chime in.

“Yeah—I’ll keep her company for a while!”

“Me, too!”

“I’m definitely up for that!”

They all snicker as I take a step away from them. I know I should turn and run, but my body doesn’t comply with my wishes. My thoughts are garbled as my mind tries to make sense of where I am, how I got here, and what’s happening. The danger feels real enough, but I can’t seem to act on my fear. As I force myself to take a small step back, my arms are grabbed and pulled behind me.

I have no recollection of the man with the black ponytail moving into position at my back, but he now has me firmly in his grasp. I feel the touch of his breath on my neck as he holds me against him, still snickering. Finally finding my voice, I scream and struggle fruitlessly, and they all just laugh in response.

“None of that, now,” the man with dreads says. He covers my mouth with one hand as he rubs his scratchy face against my cheek. “We’re just gonna have a little fun.”

He grabs for the top of my bathing suit. I feel his cold, clammy fingers on my skin, and I want to hurl. The men begin to talk about what they want to do with me, and the bubble of panic inside my stomach inflates with their words. What happened to my perfect, peaceful setting? How had it turned into a nightmare so quickly?

I hear a loud cry in the distance.

I turn my head at the same time as my attackers and look toward the noise. A man is running in our direction from the top of a sand dune. He’s barefoot, and his strong legs pound the sand as he runs toward us. His face is a mask of rage, and there is a knife clutched in his hand.

He’s tall and incredibly well-built. He’s shirtless, and I can see the clear definition of the muscles in his arms and chest. His hair is dark, and there’s a couple days’ worth of growth on his face. He’s racing down the hill at incredible speed, the muscles in his legs flexing as he runs.

I know who this man is.

Sebastian Stark. He’s a champion at death-match tournament fighting. He’s deeply rooted in organized crime but has been hiding out near Puerto Rico, posing as the captain of a sailing vessel. No one has heard anything of him since his schooner was lost at sea during a storm months ago.

That’s not possible…

The knot in the pit of my stomach hardens. I look out over the sea—all the way to the horizon. It’s still a calm, beautiful day. There are seagulls amassing along the shore and pecking at mussels on the rocks. The whole scene is all too perfect—all too surreal. It doesn’t mesh with the arms gripping me from behind or the madman rushing toward us from the dunes.

And Bastian Stark isn’t a real person. He’s a character from a novel I read years ago.

As Bastian approaches the group, he speaks no words. Instead, he screams as he leaps into the air and collides with the man with dreadlocks. They crash to the sand, and with a single, swift motion, Bastian shoves his knife into the man’s neck. The sand is immediately covered in blood.

I open my mouth to scream, but nothing happens. I can’t move. I can’t make a sound. All I can do is watch.

There is a flurry of movement. My eyes can’t keep track of it all, and my feet feel as if they’ve sunk into the sand, leaving me immobile and helpless as I watch the violence in front of me. The man who was holding me is no longer there—he’s in the middle of the battle with the rest of them—but I can still feel the grip of his fingers around my arms.

One of the men grabs Bastian from behind, and another swings at him with a switchblade. Bastian leans back, using his captor as leverage to bring his legs up. His muscular limbs capture the man holding the knife, and Bastian squeezes him between his thighs. I hear a sharp crack before the man drops to the ground, lifeless. Bastian then flips his captor over his shoulders, throwing him into the waves. I watch the body bob up and down for a moment, struggling against the riptide before it sinks and doesn’t resurface.

Bastian has the last man—the one with the black ponytail—down on the ground. He hits him over and over again, alternating punching him in the face with one hand and using the knife to stab him in the neck with the other. I can’t breathe. I can only stand there and stare at the carnage as the sand turns red.

The man is motionless, and his face is a mess of blood and bone. He’s long dead—I’m sure of it—but Bastian keeps screaming and hitting him.

“Bastian, stop!” I yell.

Slowly, he pushes away from the mutilated body on the ground and stands. His eyes are wild. His chest rises and falls with deep, labored breaths. The knife in his hand drips blood onto the sand as he turns his feral gaze to me.

I feel my pulse throb between my legs as I gasp. I’ve never laid eyes on this man before, but my body’s reaction to his gaze is immediate and undeniable. Bastian’s tight muscles ripple as he moves closer, wiping the blade on his arm. I can’t take my eyes off his perfectly tanned and toned body.

He takes a step closer to me as he drops the bloodied knife into the sand. I know I should step away from this crazed killer, but I don’t move. I’m captivated by the look of unbridled lust in his eyes.

For me or for the blood?

He takes another step toward me, stopping only a foot away from where I stand. I watch him lick his lips, and the throb between my legs makes itself known again.


How does he know my name?

He starts to reach for me but stops suddenly as he looks at his blood-covered hand. He drags his tongue over his lips again, and I see his throat bob as he swallows.

“Your hands are bleeding,” I say softly.

“It’s not my blood.”

“Still…” I take a deep breath as I look from his hands to the edge of the water. “Come on. Let’s get you washed off.”

He follows me to the waves, and I carefully cup my hands to collect water to wash his hands and arms. The salt water mixes with the blood, diluting it as it washes the red streaks away. It only takes a moment before his skin is cleaned of blood. There was so much of it—how did it come off so quickly?

I take his large hands in mine and run my thumbs over his palms. They are rough and callused—the hands of a man who knows how to use them and use them well. I turn his hands over, carefully checking them for injury, but they look perfect. There’s no more blood, no bruising, no scratches on them at all.

None of this makes sense. I know it doesn’t, but my mind can’t seem to focus on the disbelief. All my attention is on the man next to me. My eyes are filled with the sight of the sun glistening on his back and the curve of his biceps. I can smell the musky scent of his skin and feel the heat from his body as he stands close to me. It’s more brilliant than the heat from the equatorial sun.

My heart beats quickly in my chest. I’m finding it difficult to control my breathing, and my thighs are clenching together against my will. I swallow hard against the lump in my throat, wondering what I am supposed to do or say now.

I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life.

Bastian wraps his fingers around my hands, squeezes them briefly, and then traces his fingers up my arms. He rests his hands on my shoulders for a moment as he stares at me. The wild, uncontrolled look is back in his eyes.

I drop my gaze to his full lips. He moistens them with his tongue, and I know exactly what he’s about to do. My whole body seems to know. There’s a tingling sensation starting at the bottom of my feet and working its way up my legs. I feel sweat beginning to form between my shoulder blades.

He crashes his mouth to mine. This is no gentle first kiss. There is no build up, no pause before he touches his lips to mine. His kiss possesses me with no room for argument, no option but to surrender to his will. By the time he breaks away, I’m panting, and the stubble from his chin has left my skin raw.

The kiss feels amazing.

“I need you.” His tone is quiet and deep. It sends a shiver up and down my spine even before he reaches out and grasps me tightly around the waist. As our bodies press together, I feel his huge, hard cock pressed firmly against my pubic bone. “Now.”

I’m on my back in the sand. I don’t know what happened to my clothes or to his; I only know they’re gone. His skin is against mine, and his hard, throbbing, nine-inch-long cock is pressed up against my pussy. There’s no time to think or even breathe before he’s shoving it inside of me.

I cry out as he fills me. He’s so hard, his movements so fast, that it seems like it should be painful, but it’s not. It’s incredible. It’s overwhelming. I am completely and totally owned by this man, and all I can do is lie back in the sand and let him take me.

“Mine.” His low growl sounds rough against my ear. I feel the scrape of his stubble on my neck, and I close my eyes to let the sensation engulf me. His hand is between my legs, his thumb circling my clit as I push my hips up to meet the pounding movement of his body on top of mine.

I want to scream. I want to call out with complete and total confidence that yes—yes, I am his. There is nothing I want more than to be consumed by his passion, but I can’t seem to utter a single sound.

“Only I do this to you.” I feel his hot breath on my face as he holds my face between his hands and glares down at me. “Only me! Do you understand?”

I try to answer, but he covers my mouth with his. I give my answer with my body as I push up against him, desperate to feel more of his skin against mine even as he pounds into me. He breaks the kiss and grabs my hip, clenching it tightly with his fingers. He pulls my body into his as he arches his back, impaling me over and over again.

There is nothing romantic about what he’s doing to me. It’s hard, ferocious fucking. It’s rough and laced with an atmosphere of panic, as if there will never be another chance for this, and it’s exactly what I want from him.

He matches his thrusts with grunted words.

“You’re mine…mine…mine…no one else...ever…ever touches you…”

My head spins at his words, and I nod in agreement though the movement is masked by the motion of his thrusts. I run my hand up the back of his neck and into his hair, my fingers wrapping around the strands as his cock rams into me. I feel the distinctive buildup of tension between my legs, and I push my heels into the sand to press up against his body, trying to grasp that last little nudge that will bring me over the edge.

And I’m suddenly falling. I hear myself cry out his name as my body explodes. The feeling cascades over my skin, radiating from my core outward. My clit continues to throb along with my heartbeats as my legs give out and my hips drop to the wet sand.

I’m overwhelmed with sensations. The scents of the ocean and Bastian’s skin are mixed with blood and salt. Waves touch my feet in a steady rhythm that is out of sync with Bastian’s movements inside of me. The sounds of his grunts coupled with my staccato gasps are muted by the calls of seagulls and the ocean surf. I close my eyes against the bright sunlight, and my temples pound.

Bastian grabs the back of my head, covers my lips with his, and his tongue invades my mouth with furious motions. He rocks into my body faster as I wrap both my arms and legs around him.

I can’t keep up with his furious pace. All I can do is hang on as another orgasm ripples through my body. My legs shake as my back and shoulders are pressed deeper into the wet sand.

Bastian slows his pace as he moves his hand from the back of my head to my shoulder, holding the top half of my body up slightly before he starts to move faster again. I grasp frantically at his body with my arms and legs, pulling him down to me so our chests are pressed together. I can feel the abrasive grains of sand chafing my skin, but I don’t care.

With a final, hard thrust, he stills inside of me and cries out against my shoulder. I feel the thick, warm semen filling my body as he tightens his arm around my shoulders and clenches my hip with his fingertips.

I lay my head back in the sand and welcome his weight on top of me. I’ve never felt so sated, so exhausted, or so completely and totally safe as I do right now, in the sand, with his arms cradling me. I know that as long as he’s here and holding me, nothing bad will ever happen.

We lie in the sand for a long time, but the sun is never too hot, the wet sand never too uncomfortable. When he does shift his weight, and I feel his cock slip from inside of me, my skin cools.

Bastian rises up, looking down at me with his expression full of concern and uncertainty.

“I’m sorry, Kandace…I’m so fucking sorry…” He wipes at tears on my face. I have no idea why I’m crying. “I didn’t mean to…”

The sense of unreality washes over me again. The words are too familiar. The sand beneath me should be itchy and uncomfortable, but it’s not. It’s warm and soothing. It gives in the same way that foam mattresses mold to people’s bodies when they lay on them. The sun is bright but doesn’t hurt my eyes when I look up at it.

The thoughts disappear from my head even as I think them.

Bastian places his hands on the sand next to my head and pushes himself up. I grasp his shoulders quickly to bring him back down to me. Abruptly, the idea of losing contact with his skin, even for a brief moment, is abhorrent to me.

“Don’t let go!” I cry out as I tighten my hold on him.

“I won’t,” he replies in a whisper. He wraps his arms around me and sits back on his heels, bringing me with him. I straddle his lap and place my forehead to his shoulder.

“Tell me you’ve got me,” I say softly.

“I’ve got you, Kandace.” He brushes his fingertips over my cheek. “I’ve got you. I swear.”

Chapter 2

We’re just a few yards off the beach in a shelter made of long poles and palm fronds. There are tall palm trees all around us, offering cool shade. Wooden hooks are attached to the walls, and our clothing hangs from them, shifting slightly with the breeze off the water. Bastian is lying next to me on top of a pile of towels, naked. He has one hand behind his head, and he’s staring up at me as I sit beside him with my legs crossed.

“You’re remarkably beautiful,” he says with a smile.

I can feel myself blush. I had just been thinking the same thing about him. I reach up and run my hand through my short, brown hair. I recently had it highlighted to give it a little more pep, but I don’t think it’s remarkable in any way.

“You already got into my pants,” I tell him. “You don’t really have to butter me up now.”

He sits up slightly and balances on one elbow. With his other hand, he reaches out and strokes my thigh.

“I’m not,” he says with a sharp shake of his head. He sounds sincere, and though I shouldn’t doubt the look in his eyes, I can’t quite bring myself to believe it.

“Yes, you are.” I sigh heavily. “I’m just me, and there’s nothing special about me. Besides, I’m sick and I know I don’t look my best. I’m so tired all the time…”

Bastian’s eyes go dark as he sits up the rest of the way and grabs my hand.

“Don’t you fucking say that!” he says as he glares at me. He places his hands on my cheeks and looks right into my eyes. “You are special, and you are fucking beautiful. It radiates out of your eyes, and it feels like it will blind me if I look at you too long, but I can’t look away.”

I open my mouth, but I don’t know what to say in response.

“Everything about you captivates me,” he says, his tone softer now. “Your beauty, your selflessness, your courage—all of it just makes me want you more.”

“I don’t feel brave.” I look away from him and feel pressure behind my eyes. I’ve felt so much fear lately—fear of myself, fear of my body turning against me, and fear of the future. Many times, I have felt it was all too much to bear.

He strokes the side of my face with his rough fingertips, taking me away from my unpleasant thoughts. I’m reminded of what he can do with his hands, both to me and to others. A shiver runs through me though there’s no chill in the ocean breeze.

“You are brave.” He uses his hand to make me look at him and then covers my mouth with his. The kiss is slow and deep, and his tongue runs gently over mine. Without breaking the kiss, he lays me on my back and throws one leg over my hips, pinning me to the ground with his body.

“Are you tired now?” he asks as he nibbles up the side of my face to my ear. He takes the lobe in his mouth and sucks gently.

“No.” I reach up and place my hands on his sides, stroking his skin with my fingers.

“You’re fucking going to be.”

Bastian runs his hands from my waist up to my breasts, cupping them both for a moment before he takes one in his mouth, sucking hard enough that I gasp. As his tongue circles my nipple, I swear I can feel it on my clit. He switches to the other side, and I arch my back in response to his touch.

I close my eyes to the experience, allowing him to do what he will with me. His hands seem to be everywhere at once, and my body sings in response. My muscles clench, my heart rate increases, and each breath is a gasp.

Placing my hands on the side of his head, I bring his mouth to mine, kissing him deeply. I feel his passion so intently, and I want to show him that I feel the same. I need him to know how much I want this—how much I need this.

His hands are all over me—stroking every inch of my skin as his tongue caresses my lips. With each touch, all other thoughts are wiped away from my mind. There is nothing but the two of us in this small shelter, safe and secure. He takes my lower lip in his teeth briefly before pulling back and gazing down at my body.

“So beautiful.” He runs his hand from my stomach to my shoulder. “Are you ready for me? Are you ready to take my cock into that hot little pussy of yours?”

Bastian doesn’t wait for an answer but reaches down between my legs to find out for himself. I feel a single finger slide inside of me, quickly joined by another. He hums in appreciation when he feels how wet I am, grins down at me and winks.

“How bad do you want it, Kandace? How bad do you want to get fucked?”

I look up at him, pleading with my eyes as I raise my hips to press against his hand. He slips his fingers in and out, stroking me on the inside. His thumb rolls around over my clit, causing me to buck up against his hand. He presses against my shoulder to hold me down on the towels, and I’m not sure if I’m annoyed or grateful for the restriction. I want to be closer to him, but I can’t sit up at all with his hand pressed firmly against me. I give in, close my eyes, and allow myself to just revel in the feeling of his hands on me.

As he withdraws his fingers, I groan slowly. A moment later, I welcome the head of his cock at my opening, and he pushes slowly inside—filling me completely. He stills inside of me, leans down, and presses his lips firmly against mine. I open my mouth to him, relaxing against the towels and giving myself to him without hesitation.

He starts to move, taking his time as he backs out of me slowly, then buries himself inside of me. He pauses before sliding in and out again and runs his hands up and down my sides, capturing my breasts, releasing them, and then starting all over again. Each thrust is hard and purposeful.

“You are mine, Kandace,” he tells me. “Mine and mine alone. Do you understand that?”

“I’m yours,” I whisper in response.

My whole body is tingling. We’re both coated in a thin layer of sweat from the actions and the warmth of the sun peeking through small gaps in the shelter. At the same time, the slight breeze cools my skin, keeping the temperature perfectly balanced.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he whispers in my ear. “I could stay like this forever—buried inside of you and just trying to keep myself in check. I want to fuck you so hard and fast, it leaves you sore. I want you to spend every waking moment forgetting everything else, only remembering what it feels like to have my cock in you.”

“God, Bastian!” I cry out. “Please…more. I need more!”

His pace quickens at my words, and I reach down to dig my fingers into both his ass cheeks as he keeps plowing into me. I can feel the muscles in his ass clench with each thrust—hard and tight. I lean up a little so I can look over his shoulder and watch his movements from a better angle. The way his ass and back move together in a purposeful wave is an incredible sight, and I can’t hold back any more.

“Oh god! Oh god!” I squeeze his backside harder and pull him deeper into me. He’s pounding into me so hard, I can barely hold on.

“That’s it, baby.” His muscles flex and quiver under my fingers. “Give it to me!”


“Kandace…oh, fuck! Kandace!” Bastian cries out as he delivers the final blow, bringing me over the edge as I feel his cock spasm inside of me. He wraps his arms around my shoulders before he collapses on top of me, breathing heavily.

I stare at the palm-frond ceiling of the shelter and try to settle myself. I am completely surrounded by his body, like a swaddled baby. Each breath presses my chest up against Bastian’s, but I don’t loosen my grip around his shoulders. I swallow hard and just allow myself to feel the sensation of skin on skin. It’s too much to feel all at once, especially after what he’s just done to me. It’s all too much.

I roll over and sit up. Without warning, I feel my pussy shudder, and a loud, distinctive noise erupts from between my legs. My eyes go wide as I glance in Bastian’s direction, wondering if there was any possible way he might have missed that.

“Did you just fart?” he asks.

“No,” I say in a near-silent whisper.

“What the fuck was that, then?”

“Nothing.” I’m completely mortified.

“Bullshit.” He narrows his eyes at me for a moment. “Did you queef?”

“No!” I shift a little, and another burst of air emits from my body.

“You did!” He laughs loudly.

I turn away from him and wrap my arms around myself. It’s fucking embarrassing, and he’s just laughing about it. I grit my teeth and refuse to look at him when I feel his hand on my shoulder.

“Aw, come on!” he says as he sits up. “Babe, you know that’s a good sign, right?”

I turn my head just enough to glare at him.

“A good sign?”

“The only way to avoid it is to have slow and gentle sex.”

“Is that bad?”

“Bad, no.” He raises his eyebrow and grins. “But it could be considered boring.”

I keep glaring at him. My body is tense, and I’m not sure if it’s from anger or just embarrassment. I decide it’s anger, but I’m not sure if I’m mad at myself, my body, or the audacity Bastian has to actually acknowledge the faux pas instead of pretending it didn’t happen like any normal person would have done.

Apparently, he’s not going to let it go. He works his arms in between mine and forces me into a giant bear hug. He pulls me to his chest and kisses my head.

“You just got fucked hard, babe,” he says. “A little queefing is to me like a big-ass burp at the end of a good meal is to a chef—nothing but a compliment.”

I stare at him in disbelief for a moment before I look to the shelter’s entrance and watch the rain fall from the sky. There’s a rumble of thunder in the distance, and I shiver in his arms. He tightens his hold and kisses the top of my head. I relax into his grip and play with the short hairs on his forearms.

“Bastian, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure. Why the fuck not?”

“Well, it’s about…it’s about Raine.”

“It probably will rain all night,” he says. “The way the clouds are gathering together and the wind currents—we might actually get a storm later tonight.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What then?”

“I mean Raine.” I have no idea how to say this. I just know that something isn’t quite right here—something is not normal. I can’t really put my finger on it. “I mean Raine, the woman. Where is she?”

“I have no idea who you are talking about.”

“The woman you rescued.”

“You are the only woman I’ve ever attempted to rescue.”

I start to shake my head. I know this story—it’s one of my favorites—and I don’t understand why he’s denying it.

“You were on your ship,” I say emphatically. “There was a storm, and it capsized. You were on a raft with Raine, but you knew just what to do to survive even though you acted like an ass most of the time.”

“You’re talking nonsense, Kandace.” Bastian gives me a patronizing smile. “That sounds like one of those smut books you like so much.”

“But that’s my point!”

“For fuck’s sake, Kandace!” He pushes me off his lap, turns me around, and grabs my shoulders. “There is no one here but you and me. This is about you and you alone. This is all for you.”

I stare at him, wide-eyed and unprepared for his reaction. The words echo through my head as if they are my own, not his. He relaxes his grip and takes a deep breath before he continues.

“I’m here to make sure you’re safe—protect you from anything that might try to cause you harm. I’m never going to let you out of my sight. Even if you can’t see me, I will always be looking out for you.”

There is nothing but sincerity in his voice and his eyes. I lean into his palm as he caresses the side of my face and kisses my lips softly.

“You really are the man of my dreams,” I whisper.

“And I always will be, Kandace,” he responds just as quietly. He strokes the side of my head. “I will always be right here with you. Always. I’ve got you, babe. Now and forever.”

Chapter 3

Time passes, but I don’t feel it. It seems like only seconds ago I was walking down the beach. Now I sit by the fire just outside Bastian’s shelter and watch the ocean grow darker as the sun sets. There’s a shell with remnants of a meal on it, but I have no recollection of eating. I don’t even recall leaving the shelter after the last roll on the towels with Bastian.

Wasn’t it starting to rain before?

Several ideas in my head don’t coincide with each other. I should be sore, but I’m not. In fact, I feel fantastic. I can’t remember the last time I felt so good—so alive. I’ve never felt so needed and protected as I do right now. I’ve never been in a more serene setting. Everything about this island is perfect.

Too perfect.

Bastian kneels behind me and wraps his arms around me, cupping my breasts from behind. I feel first his breath and then the warmth of his mouth on my neck. He trails kisses from my shoulder up to my neck and then back again. He squeezes and massages my breasts, making my toes curl. I can’t believe he’s already at it again, and I can’t believe how quickly my body responds to his touch. I’m already wet, my clit already throbbing. My pussy is practically screaming to have him inside of me again. He’s completely insatiable, and I love every second of it.

It’s a distraction—a perfect distraction.

I ignore the words in my head.

Bastian continues to worship my neck and shoulders with his mouth. His thumbs dance over my nipples, making them hard. His chest is pressed firmly against my back, awakening my body yet again. He’s driving me crazy in the very best possible way.

I want to turn the tables on him, so I place my hands over his and remove them from my tits before turning around to face him. I place my hands on his broad shoulders and kiss him firmly before pushing him on his back in the sand next to the fire. He leans back and grins up at me with one eyebrow raised.

I push on his thighs until he moves his legs out of the way, allowing me to get between them up on my knees. I look down on his face and bite my lip. His eyes grow dark with need as I start to run my hands over his thighs and hips. I massage the muscles but don’t ever touch his dick even as it grows in response to my hands on his skin. I watch it bob up and down as it juts out toward his stomach. It’s magnificent. I’m quite sure it is the most perfect cock in the world.

With one hand, I caress the tight ridges of his abs, still not touching the thick and hard shaft so close to my fingers. Bastian growls, and I feel the tension in his muscles as my palm glides over his skin.

“You going to keep teasing me?” he asks.

“Maybe,” I say with a shrug. “Maybe I just want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I don’t think my cock can get much harder,” he says. “Believe me, babe—I am fucking ready.”

“I’m not so sure.” I rise up on my knees and run both hands over his chest and shoulders. “I mean, maybe what you need is a little relaxation. I could just give you a massage until you fall asleep.”

“If your hands are on me,” he says, “there will be no sleeping.”

“Hmm…” I tilt my head to the side and smile sweetly as I continue to run my hands over his firm muscles, still avoiding his luscious cock. I can’t stop glancing at it, but I’m enjoying the look of agony on his face as I avoid touching it. I slide back a little and poise my head over it, watching it flex off of his stomach as if it has a mind of its own, and it’s trying to reach out for me. I lean forward again and look into his eyes.

“Stop stalling.” There’s humor in his voice but also a dark undertone of warning. “Wrap those lips around me. I want to see how much you can take.”

I glance back down at the massive cock that is now just below my dangling breasts. I didn’t really have a plan here, but now that’s he’s gone ahead and said it, I’m curious as well about how much of that thing I can get in my mouth. I take a deep breath and get myself into position.

With one hand, I wrap my fingers around the base. I stroke it slowly for a moment. The sheath around the head is so soft and warm against my skin, and I love the sounds coming from Bastian’s throat as I run my palm over it.

Slowly, I wrap my lips around the head, and Bastian moans loudly.

“Oh, fuck, baby! Yeah!”

Encouraged by his outburst, I take more into my mouth. I feel like my cheeks are being stretched, and it’s hard to run my tongue along the length with it in my mouth, so I back off a bit, licking down the sides of his shaft and then around the head. I use my hand around the base, trying to give sensation to his whole shaft, not just the part I can fit in my mouth.

I look up at him and find him staring down at me with dark, hooded eyes. His chest rises and falls with his breaths, and he licks at his lips repeatedly.

“So fucking incredible,” he whispers.

I grin around his dick and suck him in as far as I can. He clenches his eyes shut, and he reaches down to grasp the back of my head with one hand. His fingers massage my head slowly as I run my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock again.

I can taste precum in my mouth as I pull back and lick around the head. It’s salty but not bad at all. I take as much as I can back in my mouth and suck hard as Bastian moans again.

Moving faster, I bob up and down over his dick, licking and sucking as I go. Bastian’s fingers grip my hair, but he doesn’t push on my head. He lets me set my own pace, but I can feel his hips rising up slightly, demanding more. I suck harder. I try to take him in deeper until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I have to pull back to keep from gagging.

With a loud, wordless growl, Bastian reaches down and grabs me by the shoulders. He lifts me up, and for a moment, I think he’s just going to impale me on his dick, but he doesn’t. He shifts me around, grabs my legs, and pulls my pussy to his mouth. He wraps his arm around my backside and then reaches down to take his dick in his hand.

“Don’t stop,” he commands as he guides it back to my mouth.

Using my hands to hold me up, I balance myself on the sand and take his cock between my lips again. Keeping up with the suction, I go down as far as I can, still keeping one hand wrapped around the base as I feel Bastian’s tongue slide between my legs. He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, grabs both my ass-cheeks with his hands, and shifts me a little so he can plunder my pussy with his mouth.

I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing. The feeling of his tongue stroking my clitoris and up and down my folds is too much. My thighs keep clenching. I keep moaning. Every time I moan around Bastian’s dick in my mouth, he moans in turn, sending vibrations all through my body. He presses the flat of his tongue against me, and I scream, nearly choke, and have to pull back.

“Jesus, Bastian! Agh!” I angle my hips, pressing myself into his face as his grip on my ass gets tighter. He’s relentless, and I shudder as I come.

In a flash, he’s on top of me. I don’t even feel the motion; I’m just suddenly on my back in the sand, and his mouth is covering mine. I can taste myself on him as he kisses me, and his tongue explores my mouth as he lines up to impale me again.

The thrust is hard and fast. It’s followed by many, many more. I can’t catch my breath. I can only give in to him—allowing him to use me in whatever way he wants. His hands grip my hips as he pulls my body up against him with each stroke. As hard as he’s pounding into me, it should be painful. It’s not. It’s fast, furious, and wonderful.

Suddenly, Bastian pulls out of me and grabs my hips, flipping me over to my stomach. With one arm wrapped around my middle, he pulls me to my knees, and I feel the pressure of his cock at my back door.

“Bastian…I don’t know.” I’ve never done this before. I’ve never even considered letting a man take me this way, but with Bastian…with Bastian, anything is possible.

“I’ll go slow,” he says in a soft whisper. I feel his breath on the back of my neck.

“Don’t we need lube or something?” I remember girlfriends talking about the necessity of lube for anal sex, and I’m pretty sure there isn’t a bottle of Astroglide for miles.

“Coconut oil.” As he says the words, I feel a cool, wet sensation between my ass cheeks.

I have no idea from where he might have produced coconut oil. I shake my head slightly, trying to make sense out of what’s happening. I can’t. There’s a certain logic to coconut oil being available on an island, but it’s a flawed logic, and it doesn’t fit the circumstances.

Did he use it when he was cooking?

I don’t recall him cooking, either.

“I swear, it will be fine,” Bastian says. “You’re going to love it.”

I’m not as convinced as he is, but I try to relax as I nod my head and bite down on my lip. I breathe through my nose to keep myself in check as I feel the hard head of his cock slide up against me. He grasps my cheeks, spreading them as he leans over me. It’s a strange sensation as he starts to push inside of me. There is no pain, just pressure.

“Oh, fuck, Kandace…your ass feels incredible. It’s so tight. You saved this for me, didn’t you?”

“Only…you…” I grunt the words, barely able to make the sounds at all. “Oh, shit…Bastian! That feels….that feels…”

“Shh.” His warm breath coats my neck and back. “Just feel it, baby. Just feel my cock in you.”

I groan, and he pushes farther inside. He goes slowly, just as he said he would, and the sensation of being completely and totally filled is almost too much.

“Bastian!” I cry out.

“I told you,” he says with a grunt. “I told you it would be good. You like it, don’t you, babe? You like my cock in your ass?”

“Yes! Yes!” I scream.

He adds the pressure of his fingers on my clit, circling as he starts to thrust slowly. I clench around him, enjoying the moans that erupt from his mouth.

“God, Kandace! You’re going to make me come too soon. You’re so tight on my cock. It’s never felt this good before.”

His fingers move faster, and I push back against him. The pace increases, and my body begins to shake with the effort of holding myself up on all fours. I can feel his balls slapping against my pussy with every stroke. Bastian rubs at me with one hand, and the other reaches around to cup my breast, pinching my nipple until I’m screaming his name over and over again.

“That’s it, baby!” he cries. “Come for me!”

My whole body tightens, every muscle flexing to push harder against him. The pressure inside of me is too much. My clit explodes, taking the rest of me with it. At the same time, Bastian tilts his head up to the darkening sky and screams like an animal.

Bastian keeps his grip tight around my waist, keeping me from falling into the sand as my legs give out. He drops his head to my shoulder and slides in and out of me a few more times before he lets out a long breath. He pulls out, leaving my skin to the cooling night air, and lies on top of me, pressing my chest to the ground.

His weight becomes a bit much, and he realizes this before I have to say anything about it to him. He rolls to one side, his arms still wrapped protectively around me, and I place my head on his shoulder. We breathe in time with each other, and even our hearts beat with the same rhythm.

The fire still burns brightly beside us though I have no memory of someone adding logs to the flames. I roll to my back and place one hand on my chest to feel my heart beat beneath my fingers. The moon and stars brighten the otherwise black sky. The only sounds are our rapid breathing and the waves crashing onto the rocks near the beach.

We lay in silence for some time. Bastian strokes my hair, and I run my hand over his chest and abs, following along the edges of every muscle. I trace the tips of my fingers over the rounded curve of his bicep. I feel him flex the muscle, and I grin up at him. He’s so strong—such a completely perfect specimen of a man—he doesn’t seem real. I think about what he’s done to get into the physical shape he is in and look into his eyes.

“I know who you are.”

He tilts his head and looks back at me silently. His eyes narrow a little, and I quickly clarify.

“I mean, I know what you do…or did…for a living.”

“I don’t want to talk about that.” He sits up and wraps his arms around his knees, leaning over his legs and staring at the ground.

“I wasn’t going to ask you to talk about it,” I say as I sit up beside him. “I’m not looking for details, but I know, and I wanted you to know that I know.”

Bastian doesn’t respond. Instead, he stands and takes me by the hand, leading me back to the shelter as the wind picks up and starts blowing the fronds around on the roof. We sit together near the towels, but Bastian’s eyes remain unfocused, as if he’s lost in his own thoughts of the past.

The wind is picking up, and the first drops of rain begin to fall. The moment we’re inside, the pounding on the roof drowns out all other sounds.

Didn’t I just see the moon and the stars in the clear sky?

The thought is gone almost immediately. Bastian leans against the wall of the shelter, and I sit between his legs and relax against his chest as he wraps his arms around me protectively.

I shouldn’t have mentioned it. What difference does it make what he did in the past? He is known to be violent and unpredictable. He likes vodka far more than he should and makes no excuses for his behavior. Yes, he’s killed a lot of people, but I don’t care. I should care. It’s strange that his history doesn’t bother me.

Why don’t I care?

“But none of it was real,” I say quietly. A strange, dizzy sensation comes over me, and I shake my head to clear it. I close my eyes, but there’s a bright light behind my lids—brighter than the sun filtering through the fronds of the shelter. The brightness is uncomfortable, so I open my eyes again and find Bastian staring at me.

How can the sun be out again? It was just about to rain.

“I don’t understand what’s going on here.”

He turns me around to face him, wrapping one hand around the back of my head. He places his forehead on mine and closes his eyes for a moment. He lets out a long sigh before he looks at me again.

“There is nothing to understand, Kandace,” he says. “You are here…now…with me. Always be in the moment, babe. Life is what you are experiencing right here, right now. Fuck the rest of it.”

He brushes his lips softly over mine, and I think about what he said. Right here, right now, I am safe. I feel good. In fact, I feel better than I have in many months.

“Just be with me right now,” he says against my lips. “Please, Kandace…be with me.”

“I’m here,” I tell him. “I’m with you.”

I close my eyes and revel in the feeling of his mouth on mine, the soft breeze coming from the ocean, and push away all other thoughts.

Chapter 4

Lightning and thunder are all around us, but we remain dry and comfortable inside the shelter. Outside on the dune, the cooking fire is nothing but wet ash and a little smoke. It hisses every once in a while as the rain pours down all around us. Our clothing still hangs from the wooden hooks on the wall, and as I stare up at the blue bathing suit I’d been wearing on the beach, I realize I’ve been naked the entire time I’ve been here.

Where did that suit come from?

Trees blow in the wind, reminding me of weather reporters trying to stand on the beach when a hurricane is on the way, but the shelter doesn’t shimmy and shake like I would expect it to do in such weather. I run my hand over the poles on the floor, wondering how something that looks so haphazardly constructed could be so sturdy. The poles are perfectly smooth under my palm, and there are no drops of rain sneaking through the roof.

Because none of this is real.

“Did you get enough to eat?” Bastian asks as he plants a kiss on my neck. “Can’t cook anything at the moment, but there are almonds, coconuts, and mangos.”

“I love mangos.” I pull my hand from the floor of the shelter and try to recall what I had been thinking about, but the thought is gone.

“You want some?” Bastian produces a large clam shell with perfectly cut pieces of fruit all over it. I blink a couple of times. It smells delicious, but I can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t quite right.

“No, I’m good.”

“I want to make sure you’re keeping your energy up,” Bastian says with a smirk. “I wouldn’t want you getting all worn out or anything.”

“Don’t you ever get tired?” I ask.

“Of you? Never.” He moves up to sit beside me and grins as his large hand grips my thigh. “All I can think about it getting my cock all up in you.”

“Such a romantic!” I push at his shoulder playfully.

“I’d give you romance if that’s what I thought you wanted,” Bastian replies. “It’s not though.”

“Really? What do I want?”

“You came here to get fucked,” he says simply. “That’s what you wanted, so that’s what I’m giving you.”

“Well, you have certainly accomplished that!”

“It is my honor to serve.” Bastian salutes in jest.

I chew on my lower lip for a moment, thinking about what he said. Without a doubt, I’ve enjoyed his attention, and I do feel thoroughly fucked. Is that all I want, a good fucking? Isn’t there more to it than that?

“I like romance, too,” I say.

Bastian’s demeanor changes abruptly. He removes his hand from my thigh and reaches up to stroke the side of my face. He pulls me close to him, kisses me softly, and then stares into my eyes.

“I want to give you everything,” he says. “I want you to remember this moment forever. I need you to know that I am here for you, always.”

“I know you are,” I whisper back as his lips touch mine again. He twists his fingers into my hair, holding my face to his. He places his other arm around me, and I respond by wrapping my arms around his neck.

Bastian brings me onto his lap, holding me crossways over his legs. He keeps kissing me and caressing my thighs as my body begins to respond with more urgency. I feel electrified. Every part of my body quivers with the touch of his fingers and mouth.

It isn’t the same this time. The intensity is there, but the pace is markedly slower. His touch is soft and warm, his kisses gentle though no less passionate than they were before. Every movement is drawn out, delayed. He reaches for my breast just a moment after I want his hand there. He lies me down on my back a few seconds after I want him to. Each time, the desire brewing inside of me increases a thousandfold.

“I want you so much,” he says quietly. “The way I feel about you actually hurts, Kandace. I can’t stand being away from you even for a moment. I need to be inside of you.”

“Yes, please, Bastian!”

He enters me slowly, watching my face the entire time. I run my hands over his shoulders and chest, still amazed at the strong, hard muscles I find there. I reach for his sides and splay my fingers over his hips and feel him flex as he pushes into me.


“Anything for you,” he responds. “I want to give you everything you desire.”

I watch as he sets a slow and steady rhythm. I grunt and groan with every motion of his hips, the sensations amplified by the sight of his cock disappearing into my body. I tear my eyes away from the sight and press up against him, dig my fingers into his backside, and wonder if I will ever get enough of this feeling.

Bastian’s arms coil around my body, and he leans back until he’s sitting back on his knees and I’m in his lap again, straddling him this time. With one hand between my shoulder blades and the other gripping the back of my head, he presses up into me again. I hold onto his upper arms and press my body tightly against his chest, focusing on the warmth of his skin on mine.

“I love looking at you like this,” he says. “Watching you move up and down…feeling myself inside of you. It’s like we’re one person, and we will never be apart.”

I rest my hand on the side of his face and kiss his softly. His words echo through my head, warming me from the inside out. He moves his hands down to hold my hips, guiding my movements on top of him.

He can’t get as deep in this position, but I feel every stroke more intensely. The head of his cock rubs the back of my clit every time he moves, and the hard muscles of his chest stimulate my nipples as I place my head on his shoulder and suck gently on the side of his neck. I kiss up his jawline and lick at his earlobe.

His touch is so light, so gentle. It’s completely different from the way it was before, but I am no less consumed by him this way as I was when I was underneath him, giving myself over to anything and everything he wanted. I lean back to look at his face, and his eyes stay locked with mine. I should feel uneasy with the way we’re looking at each other, but I can’t look away.

He cups the back of my head with one hand while he uses the other to explore my body. He strokes my shoulders, my side, my stomach, and my breasts again and again until my skin tingles everywhere. His breath is warm against my lips as he kisses me repeatedly.

“Feels so good,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver. “I love having you wrapped around me like this. I love holding you so close to me, making us one person.”

Running my hand over his jaw, I press my thumb to his lips. He opens his mouth, licks my thumb, and then gently bites the pad. I’m breathing so hard, I can’t make a sound but can only watch as he sucks my thumb into his mouth and closes his eyes, moaning.

“I need more of you,” he says. “I want you on top of me. I want you to do whatever you want while you ride me.”

I nod in response.

We roll together until I’m straddling him with my knees on either side of his hips. He takes a hold of his dick and angles it up so I can lower myself over it. I place my hands on his body to balance myself as we start again. I rock into him, setting my own slow and steady rhythm as I stroke his chest with my fingertips.

I can’t comprehend what I’m feeling. Elation, comfort, security—it’s all rolled together into one emotion. The sounds of the rain have ended. I can barely hear the rush of waves over the sand. There is nothing but Bastian and I, bound together in perfect unity.

“So beautiful like this,” Bastian says as he reaches up and slowly runs his hands over my breasts, down to my hips, across my stomach, and back up again. He watches the place where we’re connected, his eyes half closed and his mouth slightly open as he stares. I close my eyes and tilt my head up to the sky, slowly rotating my hips and reveling in the feeling of his cock deep inside of me. Bastian rolls his hips in a rhythm that matches the ocean waves as they crash on the shore—slow, steady, deep.

Shudders run through my body, focusing on where we are connected. I gasp and start to fall forward, but Bastian grabs my hips, steadying me. He picks up the pace, using my hips as leverage as he angles his body up into mine. His jaw tightens as he grits his teeth.

“Oh, God! Kandace! Baby…please!” I watch Bastian’s face as he comes, mouth open and eyes closed. I run my hand over his jaw and down his neck, positive I have never seen such an incredible sight. “I can’t hold back…not anymore. You feel too good.”

“Don’t hold back.”

Bastian grips my hips once more before relaxing his fingers, opening his eyes, and smiling up at me. I return the look before leaning over to rest against his chest and listen to the beat of his heart. He runs his hands up and down my back, and his skin is so warm and comforting that I just want to fall asleep in his arms.

No…don’t sleep.

For a moment, there is a vision of bright lights behind my eyelids. I sit up abruptly and grip Bastian’s shoulders. My hands are shaking, but he doesn’t take notice. He runs his fingers down my sides and over my ass before he starts massaging my thighs.

“Relax, baby,” he says quietly.

“I don’t want to.”

“You want to go at it again?” He grins broadly as he sits up and wraps his arms around me. His lips press against my shoulder, and he sighs. “You might have actually worn me out.”

“So you do have a stopping point?” I snicker.

“Just a little break,” he says, correcting me. “You have to let a man catch his breath every once in a while.”

“Why should I?” I ask. “You’ve taken mine away.”

“All part of the service, madam.” He twists and turns me until I’m sitting on his lap, secured by his embrace.

I trace the edge of his jaw with my fingertip. His skin is smooth to my touch, and I wonder when he managed to get a shave. I don’t remember him ever leaving my side, and I wonder how long I have been with him on this island. I’ve lost track of how many times we’ve had sex. I don’t recall ever stopping to do so much as get a drink of water.

Bastian lightly touches my lips with his and then stares into my eyes.

“Stop thinking,” he says.

I’m not sure if his words are a command or a plea.

“But none of this makes sense,” I say. “How did I get here? Why am I here at all?”

“Shh.” He presses his finger to my lips, silencing me. He holds my cheek to his shoulder and kisses the top of my head. “I want to stay like this forever.”

“So do I.” I turn to look at him, offering him my most sincere smile.

He smiles back at me slowly. His eyes twinkle as he grins, but there’s something deeper inside—something full of regret. I want to ask him why he looks that way, but I can’t bring myself to form the words.

Without warning or the recollection of moving, we’re back on the beach, sitting in the sand as the waves wash over our bare feet. I’m back in the blue bathing suit I don’t recognize, and Bastian wears smudged, sandy cargo shorts. The sun is setting in brilliant hues of orange, red, and purple. A group of pelicans fly in front of us, diving for their evening meal.

I’m exhausted—insanely exhausted—but I still feel a sense of peace I haven’t felt in a long time. I feel calm and safe as Bastian casually tosses his arm over my shoulders, and we watch the sun sink below the horizon.

“This isn’t real, is it?”

“What is real?” Bastian asks with a shrug. He looks at me and gently runs his hand over my arm. “Do you hear my voice and feel my touch on your skin? Have I made you come so hard you think you’re going to lose your mind?”

“Yes,” I say with a nod. “I can’t deny that. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Life is made up of experiences, Kandace. Have you had an experience here?”

“Yes.” I nod to emphasize the words. Everything he says is absolutely true.

“Then what else do you need?”

What else indeed?

I lie back in the sand, and Bastian joins me. He wraps one arm around my shoulders and brings me up against his chest. His other hand rests against my hip, and he tosses one leg over mine, holding me closely and securely.

“You got me?” I whisper quietly as I close my eyes. I feel disoriented and my head fills with a dizzying fog. I can barely feel the sand on my back. The only clear sensation is Bastian’s limbs wrapped around me.

“I got you, babe. Always. We all do.”

“All?” I try to open my eyes but only manage to flutter my eyelashes. The images flicker from the warm reds of the fading sunset to bright, sterile white walls.

“All of us, Kandace.” His voice is beginning to fade. “We all love you.”

I’m leaving.

I close my eyes, no longer able to hold them open. I feel Bastian’s grip on me tighten, and I hear him whisper soft words to me again, but he sounds so far away.

Not leaving—waking up. All of this is a dream.

Maybe it is. Maybe none of what happened on this island is real. It doesn’t matter. Each moment will live inside my memories, and that can never be taken from me. As Bastian said—life is made up of experiences, and there is no doubt that I’ve had quite an experience.

An experience I will forever cherish.

~~The End~~

Author’s Note

Thank you for supporting this effort. Please check out Team Kandace, Kandace’s support group on Facebook, to get updates on how everything is going and offer her a few words of encouragement. In addition, please consider donating to her GoFundMe page to help with her medical expenses.

Kandace: I’ve got you.

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Surviving the Storm Series:

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Evan Arden Series:

Otherwise Alone

Former Marine Lieutenant Evan Arden sits in a shack in the middle of nowhere, waiting for orders that will send him back home—if he ever gets them. Other than his loyal Great Pyrenees, there's no one around to break up the monotony. The heat is unbearable, but he makes do with the little he has. He’s accustomed to harsh conditions and simply exists as best he can. The tedium is excruciating, but it is suddenly interrupted when a young woman stumbles up his path.

She’s lost; she’s cute, and he can’t resist the temptation of luring her into his bed. Why not? It’s been ages, and he is Otherwise Alone.

Otherwise Occupied

Evan Arden is a hit man for a Chicago mob boss and moves through life with darkness in his soul and a gun in his hand. Those who know him for what he is fear him, and those who find out the hard way never get a chance to tell anyone else. The few people who get a glimpse inside his head wish they never had. A merciless killer, his only loyalty resides with his employer, the man who calls the shots that rain from Evan’s weapon.

As a POW of the Gulf War, Evan spent months in captivity, and the memories of his confinement combine with thoughts of the woman he left in Arizona. He lives his life day-to-day with little more than the company of his dog, Odin. As insomnia overtakes him, he seeks comfort from an unlikely source, but will confiding in her be his undoing?

He’s struggling to forget his past and to keep himself Otherwise Occupied.

Otherwise Unharmed

After Evan Arden was imprisoned by the enemy for a year and a half, he returned from the desert as a military hero. He’d suffered some minor injuries during his captivity, was discharged from the Marines with a touch of shellshock, but was considered otherwise unharmed. Now he wonders how he ended up where he is—incarcerated in Chicago’s Metropolitan Correctional Center for using his sharpshooting expertise to take out the neighborhood park with a high-powered sniper rifle and multiple rounds of ammunition.

Lia Antonio, the woman he rescued from the desert heat the previous year, is the only person who can bring him out of his sleep-deprived psychosis and mounting PTSD. When she does, Evan knows he can’t just let her go again. He’s never considered leaving the business before—who retires from the mafia?—but he’s determined to get both Lia and himself out of harm’s way.

Evan faces overwhelming forces from multiple directions as a deal to get him out of jail turns more dangerous than he imagined. With a mob war on the horizon and the feds holding evidence over his head, Evan has no choice but to throw himself into the middle of another warzone.

In his efforts to make things right, Evan crosses the wrong man and finds himself on the business end of the crosshairs. With his acute perception and intelligence, he tries to stay a step ahead of his former co-workers, but this time, it isn’t just his own life on the line—he’s got to protect Lia from the man who once called him son.


Improvise, Adapt, and Overcome. The mantra is good enough for the Marines; it’s good enough for me. Improvise . . . Near the top of the world, I fight for my life against my opponent, Sebastian Stark. He has the upper hand in strength, but I have the cunning to turn the tables on him. I battle the elements, my demons, and him until Stark and I manage to strike a deal to ensure freedom for us both—and the women we love.

Adapt . . . Being alone comes naturally to me. I’ve spent most of my life alone. Sharing my experiences, opening up to another human being, developing a relationship—all these things are foreign to me. Sometimes I wonder if it’s even meant to be.

Overcome . . . I’ve been away from Lia for far too long, yet I still have commitments I must keep. When I make my way home, I will tell her I have decided to end the life I have led and move on to become the man she needs. I can overcome my demons; I must. But will Lia be willing to wait?


Have you ever made a mistake?

A big one?

I’m back in Chicago and back in business with my boss, Rinaldo Moretti. So much for my run at a normal life. There are some new faces in the organization, and someone’s been cooking the books. Personally? I think they’re after more than a just little cash. If I have any hopes of flushing out the traitor, I’m going to need to find a good hooker to help me sleep at night.

As the bodies pile up, I find solace in Alina. There’s something about her, something different. She understands me without asking a lot of questions. It’s as if she’s known me for years, yet we’ve only just met. If I weren’t so distracted by business, I’d try to figure out her story. She’s the only one keeping me grounded as my world spins out of control.

I’m going to lose the one man who has ever meant anything to me – the only man to ever call me son. I want to deny his request, but there is no avoiding what awaits me. I never wanted any of this, but I’m out of options, and time is running out.

Some choices have unforeseen consequences, and some choices are simply irrevocable.


Nick Wolfe is famous in Chicago—or is that infamous? He’s not only known as the illegitimate son of Mafia boss Rinaldo Moretti, but also as an unstoppable ladies’ man. He always seems to get the girl in the end, even when everyone around tries to plot against him. He’s a party guy, doesn’t work, and spends all his time picking up women and making notches on his headboard. He's the ultimate ladies’ man...or is that man-whore? However, his days of infamy come to a startling halt when he meets her, and she turns the tables on him.

Caged Trilogy

Takedown Teague

This is not made for TV. This is the raw, brutal underground of no-holds-barred combat. Inside the cage there is nothing but me and the pain I inflict on those who dare enter. In the cage, I never have to worry about anyone but myself. Yet, when she began standing outside of the cage, everything changed. I was no longer fighting for the money or the glory – I was fighting for her.


Bizarre rituals on a remote island in Maine.

My crazy neighbor lying naked in the produce section of a grocery store.

The sting of a knife as it slices through my flesh.

Now I know why they say life is never easy.

The soft touch of Tria’s hand against my chest is the only thing that keeps me going, but there are consequences. As a fighter, I should be able to deal with anything life throws at me, but there is one circumstance I simply can’t handle.

I only have one coping mechanism: a tube around my arm and a needle in my vein.


Oblivion is a sweet, sweet place.

No pain. No disturbing thoughts of the past. No guilt from my recent actions.

Deep down, there is still a part of me that knows how screwed up I am. I don’t see a way out, not now. Tria’s gone, and the possibility of her forgiving me in my current state is exactly zero. I know I have to pull myself together, accept my responsibilities, and try to make amends, but I have no idea where to start.

No job. No apartment. I’m living on the streets with the other junkies. As little as I had to offer Tria before, I have nothing to give her now. The only way out is to come clean and tell Tria the truth about my past, but the idea of reliving the memories is so painful, I can’t think about it long enough to figure out a solution.

I’ve hit rock bottom, and I don’t even know which way is up any more.

Stand Alone Novels


It’s said that women and men are from two different planets when it comes to communication, but how can they overcome the obstacles of prehistoric times when one of them simply doesn’t have the ability to comprehend language?

Ehd’s a caveman living on his own in a harsh wilderness. He’s strong and intelligent, but completely alone. When he finds a beautiful young woman in his pit trap, it’s obvious to him that she is meant to be his mate. He doesn’t know where she came from, she’s wearing some pretty odd clothing, and she makes a lot of noises with her mouth that give him a headache. Still, he’s determined to fulfill his purpose in life—provide for her, protect her, and put a baby in her.

Elizabeth doesn’t know where she is or exactly how she got there. She’s confused and distressed by her predicament, and there’s a caveman hauling her back to his cavehome. She’s not at all interested in Ehd’s primitive advances, and she just can’t seem to get him to listen. No matter what she tries, getting her point across to this primitive but beautiful man is a constant—and often hilarious—struggle.

With only each other for company, they must rely on one another to fight the dangers of the wild and prepare for the winter months. As they struggle to coexist, theirs becomes a love story that transcends language and time.


I have to be the best. I am the best. I’m quick. I’m strong. I’m smart. I’m the star keeper of my high school soccer team, and I’ve got major leagues scouting me. As their captain, my teammates will do anything I say—on or off the field. Girls practically beg to be added to my list of conquests. As long as I manage to go pro for the best team in the world, I won’t have to worry about my father’s wrath.

I’m Thomas Malone, and I’ve seen to it that the world revolves around me.

There’s a new girl at school, and it’s just a matter of time before she gives in to my charm. This one’s just a little more stubborn than most—she won’t even tell me her name! She’s smart, too. Maybe too smart. I can’t let her in. I can’t let anybody in. I’m not too worried, but even I have to admit she’s interfering with my focus on the goal.

Dad’s not going to be happy about that.

Did I mention I love Shakespeare? Yeah, I know. I’m a walking contradiction. According to the Bard—“some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.” Somehow, I got all three.

Now how is anyone supposed to live up to that?


Four tales never before published by USA Today bestselling author Shay Savage.

An executive in need of some temporary release. A Dom looking to cleanse his soul. A twisted college encounter. A PA and a terrorist’s unlikely meeting during an office building takeover. Four alpha males just waiting to fulfill your fantasies in these hot short stories.

Are you ready to be Savaged?


Same Time Tomorrow: Executive Julian Reddick is tired of his brand of hand lotion but doesn’t have time to date. What’s the solution? Call in a “nooner” from a high-class company of ill-repute. Valerie Woods is exactly the distraction he needs.

Cleansing Bonds: A Dom who had hurt the one he loved and an abused sub looking for release. Both are sure they will never be able to find what they need, but they find healing with each other.

Encounter: On a weekend night near campus, a college girl walks home alone from the local bar. Who is watching her from the shadows, waiting to take advantage of the situation?

Want No More: Olivia’s new job takes an unexpected turn when terrorists take over her office building. Olivia is taken hostage, but Adam, the sexy head henchman, seems to be exactly what Olivia desires.


What I Want (Want No More from Adam’s POV): Adam Lebourn’s life for the past three years has lead up to this point, but to exact his revenge on the man who ruined his life, he is going to have to rely on a decent amount of luck. He never expected his good luck charm to appear in the form of a beautiful, submissive PA.


An injured Roman Tribunus finds comfort in the touch of the slave commanded to tend to his wounds. As a slave, her value is measured as a couple of coins, but as Tribunus Faustus learns more about her, he begins to understand her true worth. Still, a man of his station can never acknowledge feelings for a slave, and she is already owned by another man.


Safe and comfortable. That about sums up Chloe’s life. Meeting a tall, dark stranger covered in tattoos is not in her plans. Bad boys just aren’t her type—even if they are gorgeous and built like a brick wall. Her internal alarms warn her that Aiden Hunter is definitely on the list of men her mother told her to avoid, but she doesn’t listen. Instead, she finds herself drawn to Aiden and the excitement he promises.

Near the beach in Miami, he occupies her days with thrills and her nights with passion she’s never experienced before. She knows he’s hiding something from her, but Chloe pushes away her concerns and embraces this new way of living.

As Aiden teaches her to live life to the fullest, Chloe battles the internal warnings that tell her to be wary. By the time she realizes her fears may be justified, it’s too late.

Aiden’s past is catching up to him, but is he the hunter or the hunted?


A woman hunted by human traffickers.

A hot and dangerous bodyguard.

Utter destruction.

The end of civilization.

The beginning of a new form of currency.

Women are now the highest COMMODITY.

About the Author

Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys spending her weekends off-roading in her bright yellow jeep, watching science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, and participating as a HUGE Star Wars fan and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal, and Bayern Munich. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.

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