The Hart Brothers Series Box Set (Including the bonus book Sabin: A Seven Novel): Freeing Her, Freeing Him, Kestrel, The Fall and Rise of Kade Hart, Sabin: A Seven Novel Read online

  This box set if dedicated to all the readers who gave me a try at the beginning and who still believe in me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. With you, I would not be doing this thing I love called writing.

  Contents

  Epigraph

  FREEING HER

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  FREEING HIM

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Epilogue

  KESTREL

  For Carter …

  One — Carter

  Two — Kestrel

  Three — Carter

  Four — Kestrel

  Five — Carter

  Six — Kestrel

  Seven — Carter

  Eight — Kestrel

  Nine — Carter

  Ten — Kestrel

  Eleven — Carter

  Twelve — Kestrel

  Thirteen — Carter

  Fourteen — Kestrel

  Fifteen — Kestrel

  Sixteen — Carter

  Seventeen — Carter

  Eighteen — Kestrel

  Nineteen — Carter

  Twenty — Kestrel

  Twenty-One — Carter

  Twenty-Two — Kestrel

  Twenty-Three — Carter

  Twenty-Four — Kestrel

  Twenty-Five — Carter

  Twenty-Six — Kestrel

  Twenty-Seven — Carter

  Twenty-Eight — Kestrel

  Epilogue

  A Note From The Author

  THE FALL AND RISE OF KADE HART

  One — BEFORE

  Two — AFTER

  Three — Emmalia

  Four — Kade

  Five — Emmalia

  Six — Kade

  Seven — Juliette

  Eight — The Seven

  Nine — Kade

  Ten — Juliette

  Eleven — The Seven

  Twelve — Juliette

  Thirteen — Kade

  Fourteen — Juliette

  Fifteen — The Seven

  Sixteen — Kade

  Seventeen — Juliette

  Eighteen — The Seven

  Nineteen — Juliette

  Twenty — Kade

  Twenty-One — The Seven

  Twenty-Two — Kade

  Twenty-Three — Juliette

  Twenty-Four — The Seven

  Twenty-Five — Kade

  Dear Reader

  The Story Continues …

  Twenty-Six — Juliette

  Twenty-Seven — The Seven

  Twenty-Eight — Kade

  Twenty-Nine — Juliette

  Epilogue

  And Then Some

  Epilogue (Contemporary Version)

  A Note From The Author

  SABIN: A Seven Novel

  Epigraph

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Twenty-Four

  Twenty-Five

  Twenty-Six

  Epilogue

  Excerpt — From Ashes To Flames

  Excerpt — Secret Nights

  Follow Me

  About The Author

  Freeing Her

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  Copyright 2nd Edition © 2016 A.M. Hargrove

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  Published by A.M. Hargrove

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  Epigraph

  “From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.”

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  Socrates

  FREEING HER

  A HART BROTHERS NOVEL, BOOK ONE

  Chapter One

  Gabby’s breath wheezed in and out as his words sent needles of fear racing down her spine. “You’ll never be free of me. You think you can hide behind your fancy title and a big city? Think again, sweet thing. I can find you. I’ll always find you. It’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than New York City to keep you from me.” Then he laughed.

  Eidetic images slammed into her as she stumbled backward, smashing into the wall. It had been years since she’d seen him or heard his voice, yet the odors, textures, and visions that surged from old memories made it feel like he was s
tanding right in front of her. Bile choked her as she fought to regain control.

  “What? Did I shock you, Gabs? Isn’t that what your friends like to call you?”

  Her hand clutched her neck as she processed what he was saying. How could he know that? Unless …

  “Aren’t you going to answer me, sweet Gabs? Don’t worry. There’ll be plenty of time for you to do that. I’m here to stay so I’ll be seeing you around. And Gabs, remember how much you loved it when I fucked you? There’ll be more of that to come in the future.” His disgusting taunt made her tremble. “See you around, sweets.”

  He ended the call, but she was glued to the wall by some invisible force. No, it was no force. It was sheer terror.

  “No!” A primal scream ripped through her, followed by a series of full body tremors. She wanted to throw her phone across the room, but the grip that held it was unyielding. Shit! Oh God, he found me! What am I going to do? The real question she should’ve asked herself was how long was she going to put up with that prick. He’d already stolen sixteen years of her life. How much more of it did he want? But Gabby wasn’t courageous enough to fight him. She’d run from him all these years and thought he’d lost interest in her. But now she knew she’d been wrong.

  She blinked rapidly for several moments and looked around her tiny apartment. She had to get away from there. At least for a little while. Maybe grab a drink somewhere to get her mind off the call. Why in the hell had she answered? She knew damn well why. Her patients. She had an open-door policy as far as they were concerned. Maybe she would get that answering service after all.

  Shoving her shaking arms through her trench coat, she grabbed her handbag and hurried out. The elevator took its sweet time, but when it finally arrived, she rode it down to the lobby. That phone call had confirmed she was correct in choosing an apartment in a building with a doorman. There was no way she’d risk living anywhere without one. Not with Danny stalking her. She didn’t care if she had to eat once a day in order to afford it. Her peace of mind was worth the sacrifice.

  Though, in reality, Danny could find her if he put his mind to it. That thought made her shudder. She extended her arm and peeked at the scars on one of her wrists … her little reminder of how Danny had fucked up her head.

  “Hello again, Doctor,” the doorman said as she exited the building. She jerked her head in response and walked briskly out the door. Thoughts of Danny had her head swimming. Her heels clicked along the sidewalk. She had no particular destination in mind, as long as it was somewhere that sold strong liquor.

  Spying the martini glass in the window, she ducked inside and took a seat at the bar.

  “What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

  “Double martini, dirty, extra olives.”

  “Coming right up.”

  Gabby’s nerves were raw as she took in her surroundings. The place was fairly empty. Only one other man sat at the bar and there were a few other people scattered about. Once satisfied that Danny wasn’t anywhere around, the only thing she cared about was soothing the tension from her body. Alcohol was the fastest method to do so.

  The bartender slid her the martini. She guzzled it like water and picked up the tiny plastic sword of olives, plucking them off one by one.

  “Care for another?” the bartender asked.

  “You bet.”

  Gabby didn’t pay attention to the man sitting two seats over from her. He observed her suck down her drinks like a siphon. If she didn’t go easy, she was going to end up face planting on the bar. But that was her problem and he had enough of his own to contend with.

  When the bartender handed Gabby another martini, she held it up to him. “Bottoms up.”

  The bartender eyed her with concern. He’d never seen her before and he’d worked at the place long enough to know most of the regulars. Her pristine appearance set her apart from most of his customers. His intuition made him believe this wasn’t her usual thing, either. Especially the way she was knocking down those loaded martinis. She was breathing heavily and a fine sheen of perspiration covered her upper lip. Her jerky movements made him question what was going on. He looked at the guy sitting close to her and they both shrugged. It was her business if she wanted to get wasted. As long as she had the money to cover her tab, he didn’t care.

  She tossed back the contents of her second double. “Ahh,” she said when her glass was empty. Then she rubbed her hands together.

  “How about an ice water?” the bartender asked.

  “Nah, not yet.” Gabby shook her head. “Not potent enough.”

  “You must’ve had some kind of rotten day.”

  “No, the day was pretty good. It was the last twenty minutes that sucked.”

  The bartender eyed her as she started rubbing her arms.

  “Well, don’t let it ruin your night. What’s twenty minutes?”

  She raised her head and a pained look settled over her. Brow creased, she suddenly looked thirty years older.

  “Please, mister, don’t ever say that to anyone again. Twenty minutes can take your life from joy to pure hell. It happened to me and here I am, sixteen years later, still living the nightmare.”

  The bartender clamped his mouth shut as he stared back at her. Must’ve been some ordeal to elicit such a response. He nodded and asked her if she wanted another martini. “Make this one a single. And more olives too,” she said.

  The other man at the bar overheard her. He normally didn’t give a shit about others, but the tone of her voice clawed at him. He recognized something in it that he was all too familiar with.

  Turning to her, he lifted his glass. “Here’s to better days ahead.” Caramel brown eyes fringed in thick black lashes locked onto him. He noticed she had dark brown, almost black hair. It was twisted up in a messy bun that she wore at the nape of her neck. Her nose would have been perfect had it not been for the slight bump on the bridge. It looked as though it may have been broken in the past. A mouth a tad too wide drew him in, and he couldn’t stop staring at her full pink lips. It was they way they moved when she spoke, and how lovely they were shaped that made him want to take them in his mouth and suck on them. He had to force himself to listen to what she said and stop ogling her mouth.

  “Well, I’ll certainly drink to that.” She lifted her glass and clinked it against his. Her words were already slurred, as well they should be. She was on her third martini. If she didn’t stop soon, she’d be in serious trouble.

  He watched as she wrapped her lips around another olive and slid it off the tiny plastic sword. That’s when his dick got hard. He decided he needed to stop looking at her because there was no way he would let himself fuck a messed-up piece of work like she was. And a shitfaced one no less.

  “So, what’s your story?” Gabby asked him.

  He never should’ve opened up that conversation line.

  “I don’t have a story. I have a fucking saga.”

  She grinned. “Well, isn’t that a coincidence. So do I.”

  “Listen, precious, you couldn’t come close to what I have.”

  “Ha! That’s what you think, Skippy.”

  “Skippy?” Who the fuck is Skippy?

  “Yeah. Skippy. You look like a Skippy to me.”

  “You think I resemble a jar of peanut butter?”

  She leaned into him and sniffed. “Nope. And you don’t smell like peanut butter either.”

  He couldn’t stop the rumble of laughter that escaped his lips. “Well, that’s good, because I wouldn’t want a troop of rabid squirrels chasing me.”

  “Do you have a name? Unless you want me to call you Skippy.”

  “You first.”

  “Gabby.” She stuck her hand out and he shook it.

  “Nice to meet you, Gabby.”

  Her head listed to the side as she tried to focus her eyes. “Well?”

  “Well what?”