Fate made us brothers, loyalty made us family We were only kids when my brothers and I were forced to the streets and into the shadows, harboring a dark secret we had every intention of taking to our graves. That’s when a pact was made, a brotherhood formed. We fought, we bled, but in the end we survived. All because one man took in three homeless boys and loved what no one else wanted. Now, years later, the past we thought was dead and buried emerges with a vengeance, bringing a blue eyed angel with it. A woman with no memory, but whose body bares the same unforgivable wounds that are scarred on my very soul. It forges an undeniable bond between us. A connection that will irrevocably shift the relationship between my brothers and me once again, leading us right into a sadistic killer’s web of revenge. The time has come to face the very thing we fought to escape. Only this time we aren’t helpless kids. This time we will lay the demons to rest once and for all. This is book two in the Creed Brothers. It can be read as a standalone but I highly recommending reading the first in the series as characters play recurring roles. EXCERPT The creak of the bathroom door opening sounds behind me. “Where are you sneaking off to, Alice?” Braxten’s question stops me mid-step, the deep sound of his voice tickling my spine. I spin around to find amusement splashed across his handsome face, no anger or embarrassment as there should be. Instead, he stands tall and confident in the doorway, a towel knotted low on his waist. I’m certain I’ve never seen anything so magnificently crafted in all my life. “Running scared?” he asks, cocking a brow. I shake my head even though that’s exactly what I should do. I should run as far and fast as I can, escape all these overwhelming emotions that I can’t seem to process. “Good. Wouldn’t want you to get lost.” He advances on me, those dark, predatory eyes piercing the very depths of my soul. With every step he takes, I retreat until I bump into the wall and become trapped. My head cranes back as he invades my personal space, the heat of his skin stifling, robbing all the air from the room. Air that I desperately need at the moment. “Do you know what happens to lost little girls, Wonderland?” God, I love it when he calls me that. My heart bangs against my ribs as I shake my head again, unable to find my voice. His face dips, nose skimming along my cheek in a heated caress until it reaches my ear. “They get eaten by the big bad wolf.”
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