Excerpt: Firefly by Molly McAdams

Firefly—Molly McAdam’s new suspenseful, standalone romance—is live early, and I’m thrilled to give you a taste of what you can expect!

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About Firefly

As the Princess of the Irish-American Mob, there’s no shortage of men ready to help guard and protect me. To slowly suffocate me to the point of seeking freedom—a place where I can breathe.

Kieran Hayes has been saving me for as long as I can remember. It’s in his blood, and one of the many reasons I fell in love with him. Until my favorite trait became his biggest flaw, making me resent the man I love. An unwavering warrior, his love for me has been shrouded by those instincts.

Save Lily. Protect Lily. Hide Lily. Cage Lily.

What I wasn’t prepared for was Dare—the man who would set my world on fire with just one touch. He saw straight through to my soul, as though he knew I was desperate for freedom, and silently demanded my heart from the beginning.

And I didn’t expect Dare to be Demitri Borello—the reason for so many deaths in my family. A man who will take my life the moment he finds out who I am.

Despite it all, I’ll love him until that moment comes.

A fire will die if there is no oxygen for it to consume. Ours is rapidly stealing every last breath we can sacrifice to it.


My words trailed off when a large hand slid around my waist possessively, and my eyes fluttered shut as a whispered curse fell from my lips.

In the second before he spoke, my heart stopped as the dread that had filled my stomach spread through the rest of my body like thick oil.

But the deep, gravelly voice that came from behind me wasn’t Kieran’s or anyone else I knew.

“There you are.”

I didn’t have time to catch my breath. Didn’t have time to comprehend the rush of relief or newfound fear that surged through me when I realized Kieran wasn’t there, or that a stranger was gripping me and pulling me toward him.
I was turned quickly, only giving me enough time to see the darkness of his eyes and hear his hushed, “Easy,” before his mouth descended upon mine.

His lips were firm, the kiss hard and fast and completely unmemorable . . .

At least it should have been.

Because that’s where it should have ended.

It never should have happened at all.

But when I thought he’d pull away, his fingers left chills in their wake as they trailed along the soft skin of my throat to gently curl around my neck. His mouth relaxed against mine and his thumb pressed against my jaw, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss for just a moment.

It should have been unmemorable, and some distant part of my mind knew that it needed to mean nothing.

But it felt like that kiss had freed me.

And it didn’t matter that I was completely unaware of what I was being freed from. All that mattered was the moment it ended . . .

Because the breath I took following that kiss felt so deep and so pure, and like I’d been waiting hundreds of years for it.

Awareness hummed beneath the surface. Prodding at my memory like a gentle reminder just before I opened my eyes as he slowly lifted his face from mine.

Those eyes . . .

Recognition slammed into me, and I was sure I would have staggered back if he hadn’t been holding me so tightly.

“You . . .” Surprise and confusion and a need to feel free again made my voice nothing more than a breath.

Dark, dark eyes were staring down at me, studying me as they had every week during the last two years. But his brow was drawn together like he was trying to comprehend what had just happened. As if he hadn’t been the one to initiate it.

The hand gripping my waist tightened, and his thumb moved from my jaw to brush against my bottom lip as that same energy that always danced across my skin in his presence seemed to come alive with his touch.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my words still soft as a whisper.

“Think that’s obvious.” The corner of his mouth pulled up in a quick, lopsided smile before his expression fell into a mesmerizing combination of wonder and frustration.

Oh God, his voice. As long as I’d dreamt of him, I’d wondered what his voice would sound like . . . and it was everything I’d imagined and more. Smooth and warm, and able to create a whirlwind of fire in my belly with just a few words.

And he was now looking at me as though he was holding the greatest mystery he’d ever come across—one he was trying to talk himself out of solving.

After a few moments in weighted silence, an amused huff punched from his chest. “Think I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” It sounded like a confession and a denial, and it was murmured so low it should’ve been lost in the noise around us.

But it was only him . . . only me.

Those words felt like they were wrapping me in their warmth as the need and the pain within his declaration resonated in my mind.

And I knew from the way his eyes seemed to demand to know my secrets, and offer to share every one of his, that I wanted to stay in that place for the rest of time.

Only him. Only me.

“I’ve been right here.”

And then my world caught fire when his mouth suddenly fell onto mine again.

My eyes fluttered shut and knees weakened when he parted my lips with his, and I became painfully, blissfully aware of the pounding of my heart for the first time in so, so long.

I was alive.

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Exclusive Excerpt: Blackbird by Molly McAdams


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From New York Times bestselling author Molly McAdams comes a powerhouse romantic suspense that will have you questioning your morals and second guessing your view on love.

I live in a world few know exist. I’ve trained for this. I know what to say, what to do, and how to act. I’ve perfected the lethal calm required for this life.

Now it’s time to buy my first girl. But all it takes is one look at the brave girl who starts singing mid-auction for that calm to slip.

Briar Chapman is going to be the death of me, and I don’t care. I’ll take every day with her until that death comes, and I’ll welcome it when it does.

On the outside, Lucas Holt is what nightmares are made of. A man cloaked in darkness, with sin-filled eyes and an enticing grin. A devil so devastatingly beautiful and cruel that his very presence instills fear.

But beneath his terrifying, ever-calm exterior is an affectionate man haunted by a past that refuses to stay buried. And Lucas looks at me as though he’s finally found the only person who can make it all go away.

We’re a battle of the brightest day and the darkest night—and I want to lie in the wake of our war.


“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said, my voice swam with honesty.

“Right now? Or today? Or does that include tomorrow too?” she asked as her voice cracked and tears filled those broken eyes.

I bit back my initial response, and instead echoed, “I’m not going to hurt you. But we need to get you out of this room.” I shifted forward, and watched every movement of her body as I rested my arms on my knees and clasped my hands together.

Her chest hitched and her body jerked, but she didn’t move away from me.

“Now, tell me why you’re still shaking.”

“Because I can’t do this,” she said immediately, her voice weak. “I can’t do what you want me to.” I opened my mouth to speak, but she asked, “Is this a lesson?”

Her question slammed into me and made me lose my hold on that calm as everything I shouldn’t feel assaulted me again and again… The way those broken eyes made me want to beg her to forgive me. The way her screams made me want to tear out my heart.

Within seconds my calm was back and filling me, and I let my lips slowly curve into a wicked grin. “You’ll know when I’m teaching you a lesson.” Once her hatred from my statement had dulled, I nodded toward the plate again. “Eat.”

Only seconds had passed before she picked at the fruit she’d been eating, and after she’d taken a few bites, I slowly reached forward.

She stilled as my hand neared the robe, just above her breasts, and her chest’s movements became exaggerated when I slipped my hand inside to slowly drag the material off one of her shoulders.

When I looked up, green, fear-filled eyes were watching my every move before darting up to my face when I withdrew my hand. As soon as my hands were clasped again, I mumbled, “Eat.”

A full minute came and went before she shakily resumed, and as before, I slowly reached forward after she’d finished taking a few bites.

Her breath rushed out when I grasped the other side of her robe. “Please, d-d—” she said breathlessly, but didn’t continue.

My eyes darted up to hers once her other shoulder was bared, and I forced myself to ignore the way they pled with me and the way they glistened with unshed tears as I reminded her, “You need to be comfortable around me, Blackbird. Eat.”

After another minute, she grabbed for the piece of toast. But even then, she just held onto it as she continued to violently tremble.

I stood from the chair and walked to the edge of the bed. Pressing my knuckles to her chin, I waited until she was looking at me, then slowly dropped my hands to where she was grasping the satin material against her breasts.

“You want to leave this room, and I can’t let you leave it until we’ve passed this point,” I said in a low, soothing tone as I removed the tight grip she had on the robe, and bent to whisper in her ear, “Close your eyes and clear your mind. You can do this.”

But I wasn’t sure that I could.

Because my calm was crumbling, and I couldn’t hold onto that nothing that I so desperately needed to cling to in order to get through this.

This girl and those eyes were devastating me in a way I’d never known—and couldn’t afford now.

I knew what I needed to do, and yet … I wanted to protect her from this, even though I was the one pushing her. I wanted to pull her closer so I could feel her body pressed to mine. I wanted to brush my lips across hers—

Nothing. Feel nothing, I maintained as I fought between covering her up, and continuing with what I knew we had to do.

I forced that calm and that nothingness, and the tips of my thumbs brushed against her breasts as I bunched the material in my hands. Just as I was about to release the robe and let the material pool around her hips, a song fell from her lips, hushed and broken, and the sound made me pause.

I looked back at her face to see it pinched with fear and her eyes squeezed shut, and again, I lost my weak hold on my calm. Only that time, I didn’t try to snap it back in place. I let everything she was making me feel consume me as I pulled her robe back over her shoulders, and stepped away.

“Another day, Blackbird,” I mumbled, and let her voice follow me out of the room.

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