Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
BOOK 1 and PART 1 of the 7 Deadly Kins
Lennox Wilde is protective, loyal, and everyone’s friend. Or so it appears... Lennox is known in different circles, to be ruthless when threatened, and revenge-seeking when crossed. By day, he’s a personal trainer; by night, a bouncer at a dance club. Despite his wealthy background, he’s rejected his family’s fortune to prove his independence and be his own man.
Nadia ‘Velvet’ Deere, an exceptionally bright and talented exotic dancer, has aspirations of completing her law degree. Her goals are thwarted by a potentially deadly admirer, resentment, hurt, and unwavering ghosts from her past.
A chance encounter with Lennox, an old friend, rekindles a deep connection. But Nadia, afraid to fully open herself up to conceivable disappointment, resists his advances.
Lennox is not one to take no for an answer, and the two journey on an adventure of discovery and love. However, their voyage takes a fatal turn. As their world’s collide, things become dangerously unstable and treacherous.
From USA Today bestselling author Tiana Laveen, comes Book one of the 7 Deadly Kins series. Come along for a dark love story packed with suspense, revenge and passion. ‘The Top Dog – Lust’ is an exciting friends to lovers, second chance, destined for love, possessive alpha hero, bad boy, Southern contemporary romance. It’s the first installment in the series, but can be read as a standalone novel. It has no cliffhanger, and has a HEA (Happily-ever-after). This book includes mature themes and content that may not be suitable for all audiences; reader discretion is advised. Please look inside under the ‘Trigger Warnings’ for possible topics that may be deemed personally objectionable.
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PROLOGUE
Welcome, folks. My name is Anderson Wilde, and I’m seventeen years old. Today, I’m at my grandfather’s house. I figured I’d take you on a tour and explain what you’re gonna see today. It’s amazing, isn’t it? huge, too. Like a big museum. This isn’t his only house though. My grandfather owns a lot of houses. A lot of land. A lot of buildings. A lot of businesses. And a lot of people…
He’s a bit of a collector of people, too. Hell, he’s been married five times. They say his second wife, I think she was common-law, was Ms. Tina, was the love of his life. According to my mom, she was the one that got away, but I have a hard time imagining that Grandpa really ever loved any woman in that sort of way. I mean, yeah, I’m just a kid my parents say, but I’m not stupid. I might even be wrong. I don’t know just yet. Rumor has it, she just up and disappeared. Some believe she’s dead. Others said she’s hiding. Hiding from who? I think you know…
Anyway, I come from a large family. Larger than most, I imagine. Grandpa had a bunch of kids. He’s got nine living sons and three daughters from those five marriages of his. Oh, and one son from an affair that nobody talks much about. Another son of his is adopted: his third wife’s child from a previous marriage, my Uncle Danny. He has more grandchildren and great grandchildren than I can count—including me, of course.
I have so many cousins spread all over the state of Texas, and only get to see all of them under one roof on Thanksgivin’ and Christmas. The holidays are always nice around here. That’s when we all get together and have a great time. Aunts talk about how big so and so is getting, who’s pregnant, who got promoted, and who looks just like their daddy. That seems to be a common theme. Kinda silly if you ask me, but, to be honest, some of us do favor. People say me and my dad have my grandfather’s eyes, for instance. A lot of us do, I imagine. That’s funny considering all of Grandpa’s different wives. He must have strong genes. You may be wondering now what Grandpa looks like since I brought it up? Whatever you think he looks like, you’re more than likely wrong.
My grandpa looks like a fit, tanned Santa Claus. It sounds funny, don’t it? But it’s true. Head full of silky white and silver hair that goes down his back, a matching mustache and beard. He’s a handsome old man, for sure, and pulls women half his age with no issue. I’ve seen ’em sneaking in at night, and leavin’ bright and early in the morning. He’s strong, even in his seventies. He’s seventy-three to be exact, but doesn’t look a day over sixty. Takes good care of himself.
He wields a gold cane, one of many in his collection, but doesn’t need it. I think he just likes how it looks. Style and fashion. He wears two signature bulky diamond rings, one of them a gold bull with diamonds for eyes. A longhorn, like his nickname. Grandpa says he’s an animal, and all the best men in his family are animals. Animals belong in the zoo. I’m not really sure what that means. Anyway, he wears dark tailored business suits and hand sewn silk ties. Grandpa always says a man should look sharp from the time he steps out of his bedroom to the moment his head hits the pillow, even if that pillow is in a casket. He has an entire room full of nothin’ but high-priced cowboy boots and big, beautiful cowboy hats. Yeah, he’s rich as all outdoors, but he shares.