Stolen: Volume 1 (Stronger) - Softcover

HER This was never supposed to happen to me. I was smart. I was strong. I was a fucking first degree black belt for fuck's sake, but none of that mattered. Not when you're out-gunned and outnumbered. I was stolen from my life and thrown into the dark and hollow depths of human trafficking. But its not all glitter and rainbows...especially when it comes to him. He wants me beaten. He wants me broken. But most importantly, he just wants me and that's the scariest thing of all. I won't let him win. I won't let him break me. I'll come back like steel every time. Because in the end, what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger... HIM I'm not a very nice guy. I'm a terrible person, in fact, but I'm not even going to pretend to care. I have a billion dollar empire to run that manifests carnage, blood, and money and I love every second of it. The thrill of breaking even the most sniveling of cowards down is exhilarating, but nothing compares to the thrill of breaking the defiance of an errant slave girl. My empire was built on the bare backs of women thanks to my father's past business ventures, but I brought it up to the heights it is now. Nothing ever got in my way, nothing stopped me. If I wanted something, I made it happen, that is until this fucking girl crawled into my life. Strong, defiant, and a mixed martial artist, she was everything I never expected to want in a woman, but want her I did. Breaking her down became an obsession as she'd always somehow pop back up like a fucking weed I couldn't kill. It was addicting and it became harder and harder for me to pretend I didn't love the taste of her fire every time I covered her with my ice. I wanted more and I had a feeling there would be no stopping the train once it left the station because if I had her, I didn't think I'd ever get enough...

I've been writing since I first learned the alphabet, but it wasn’t until 25 years later that I finally decided to take the deep plunge into the depths of publishing. My written work conveys the darker side of writing, bringing in to light what most may shy away from and I love every second of it. My inspiration comes to me in the form of a minefield on top of a snow covered mountain. One step and a new idea explodes in my head, and then before you know it, I have an avalanche of ideas rushing through my brain and it does not stop! When I'm not writing until the late hours of the night, I'm working as a legal assistant at a prominent law firm in Michigan. I enjoy practicing and teaching martial arts in my spare time as well as tearing up the neighborhood riding around on my super fun Honda Grom.