Filthy Dirty Secrets: Filthy Dirty Alpha Book 2 (5 page)

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The drive takes six hours. I fall asleep then wake up to nightmares of seeing Hope’s bones in a shallow grave. Carter doesn’t say anything. I wish he’d talk, maybe explain himself, but he doesn’t seem to be in a talking mood.

I could probably get him to talk about Burke, but I don’t want to talk about Burke.

I think about offering to drive some of it, but he seems pretty focused, and I have no idea where we’re going.

I try not to wonder what Burke is doing right now and fall back asleep.

I don’t know what time it is when Carter shakes me awake. My mouth tastes like sandpaper and my head is groggy. I scrub a hand over my face and blink as I look around.

It’s still light out, so it must not be too late. The car is stopped on a driveway in front of a beach house. There’s nothing else around for as far as I can see except sand, sky, and blue ocean with the tide rolling quietly in.

“What the hell? Is this where she died?” I mumble.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous.” Carter pulls on my elbow and drags me out of the passenger seat. Then he goes to the trunk and pulls out a bag.

Oh. Shit.

Did I completely misjudge him? Was my gut totally wrong?

Is this the part where I get chopped up and put in grocery bags? Seagulls cry overhead like they’re just waiting to pick at my remains.

I tense, ready to fight Carter if I have to.

The door to the beach house opens and a woman steps out. Her hair is a brilliant blond and it shines in the sunlight. Her features are delicate, and she shields her wide blue eyes as she looks at us.

“Carter? You brought someone?” She looks straight at me, and I look back at her. She’s so small that the pregnancy bump of her stomach is obvious even in her gauzy beach clothes.

All at once, it clicks together in my head. I recognize this face from the pictures I’ve been spending so long staring at, the videos I’ve watched over and over. It’s Hope. Hope is alive, she’s pregnant, and she’s standing right in front of me.

Blood rushes in my ears, drowning out the sound of seagulls. The sharp scent of sea stings my nostrils. Dizziness sweeps over me. I try to steady myself against the car and Carter catches my elbow.

“Hope,” I say stupidly. “It’s her.”

“It is,” Carter agrees.

Her hair is blond now, but it’s obviously her. “She’s pregnant,” I blurt.

“You need to hear this story,” Carter says grimly, his face sour. He pulls me toward the house that somehow miraculously contains the woman I’ve spent nearly a month looking for, and I stagger in his wake.

Hope smiles and lays a hand against her pregnant belly. “Now that we’ve established who I am, who’s she?”

“I’m Lola,” I say. “And I’ve been looking for you.”

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Filthy Dirty Fate

Coming May 25, 2015

BDSM isn't just about sex, it's about laying yourself bare.

I'm the Dom, and yet with Lola, I've been stripped to the core and my secrets exposed for her to judge.

I've pushed her limits, and now it's time for her to make her choice—can she love both the man and the Dom?

Only that answer will determine our fate.

In this third and final installment of the Filthy Dirty Alpha series, Lola and Burke's passionate relationship is put to the ultimate test.

About the Author

Grace Morgan is a Midwestern girl who kicked off her snow boots and ran west to the land of sunshine and flip flops. You can find her sipping cocktails with her girl posse, going on epically bad blind dates, and pretending to be prim and proper while she dreams up steamy scenes, alpha bad boys, and sassy heroines.

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