Kiss, Kiss Killian in up for preorder on Amazon at $.99 and is enrolled in Kindle Unlimited. It’s the first in a four book series and will center on the themes of enemies-to-lovers and office romance. A short blurb and buy link are below. Check back on 3-3-18 for your chance to enter another giveaway I’ll be running for its release.

In the meantime, enjoy the sneak peek and scroll down for the giveaway. Good luck!

Kiss, Kiss Killian

eBook: $.99

Author: Anna Antonia
Series: Killian, Book 1
Genre: New Adult

I was blessed, or cursed, with a superior intellect and a nasty personality. Which meant I got bored or mean. Easily. But family ties mattered and I wasn’t about to leave my grandfather or King Cosmetics. Not yet. Especially when Lucy Martin showed up in an ill-fitting suit that couldn’t hide all her assets. More info →

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Grandfather’s door was closed and Martha politely, but firmly, kept me from barging in. Tricky lady. I had a soft spot for her and she used it to her full advantage.

“Your grandfather is in a very important meeting and left instructions not to be disturbed, Mr. King.”

I was Mr. King now and not Killian? Hmm…there was someone behind that door that neither Martha or Grandfather wanted me to see.

Why ever might that be?

My gaze flicked from the barrier, to Martha, and back again. “Ah, in that case, tell Grandfather I’ll be back later after lunch. Or not.”

Her pink lips twitched. Good. If she was irritated she could join the club.

Sauntering out of the office, I made my way to the first floor. There was a newspaper and chair that had my name written all over it. No more than thirty minutes passed before I heard the elevator crank up. Then down.

Soon my grandfather’s gravelly voice echoed throughout. “I’ll see you Monday morning, Miss Lucy, and will send the papers over this afternoon. Call me if anything comes up or if you need anything. Anything at all.”

Gramps was in fine form. Very appreciative. Fawning even. Hmm…

“Thank you again, Mr. King. I swear I won’t let you down.”

Nice voice. Soft but strong. Young and determined.

Casting an eye around the corner of my paper, I saw the back of Grandfather’s appointment. Short in stature, thick hair knotted at the nape of an elegant neck, cheap but neatly-pressed suit, and what was this?

A delicious ass that a jacket couldn’t hide. Very nice.

Was Grandfather’s appointment more of a personal nature?

Narrowing my eyes, I studied this possible interloper more closely. My Grandfather was too kind of a man to deserve being taken advantage of by some gold digger. If she thought she’d found an easy mark she had another fucking thing coming.

I’d tear her world down if she even tried to sink her claws into Rafael King.

“I know you won’t, Miss Lucy.”

Lucy. What a rather uninspiring name.

Well, Miss Lucy, does your face match your name?

Holy fuck. It didn’t. This little goddess seemed more at home on the screen in the 1950s than here at King Cosmetics. My gaze zeroed in on the planes of her delicate face. Dark catlike eyes, perfect little nose, clear skin, beautiful mouth, and a stubborn chin.

Miss Lucy was damned gorgeous. Which meant she was damned trouble.

No matter how much I’d love to fuck her in the dirtiest ways imaginable, I wasn’t in danger of letting my dick control me. Not when it came to looking out for Grandfather—no matter how annoying he was by becoming a goddamned cliché.

Speaking of Grandfather, he got back on the elevator. All smiles. He was too happy.

I wonder why? Might it have something to do with this delicious bit of walking sex?

I was just about to stand up when the little goddess came within feet of me.

“Be a companion for Killian King. That won’t be so hard. He can’t be that bad, right? Of course not. A real pussycat,” she muttered as she walked past me.

What do we have here?

Now this was a development I didn’t see coming. Wonderful. I was sure Grandfather would’ve learned his lesson after I’d run off the last five watch dogs.

My mouth split into a wicked grin. How nice of Grandfather to bring me a new toy to play with!

I’d be sure to make this one last longer. Just long enough to find out what a goddess felt like when she was on her knees.

Miss Lucy, you have no idea how bad I can be. I so look forward to showing you personally.