Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Jan Graham

most of the visitors to the home assumed it was a pantry or laundry. However, friends within the Kink community knew it had been turned into an impressive dungeon space.
    When his brother walked into the spare bedroom carrying the patch swatches, Christian assumed he was keen to get started on the renovation. Christian smiled at the thought of their woman residing with them. Both he and Daniel were determined that the room should reflect what they knew about her and, more importantly, what they felt for her. It had been a long time since someone had occupied this room. Of course they had repainted and refurnished it after their last sub had moved out, but that was merely a need to eradicate her presence from their lives. Now it was time to prepare the room for another submissive, and it needed to be as perfect as she was. Christian wanted it to reflect the light of her laughter and the sensuality of her body, and he wanted it to be just as entrancing as her eyes.
    “Do you think the floors need to be repolished?” he asked as he walked into the room carrying his laptop.
    “No, I think they are fine. The room really hasn’t had that much use.” Daniel had laid out the colour charts on the bed. “I’d like new furniture though, not that shabby chic shit, but some kind of white stain, I think.”
    “Well, see what you think of this.” Christian held up the laptop for Daniel to view the bedding set he had found. “The designer is an artist but also makes unique designs in bedding. It was exactly what I was thinking of in the car.”
    “It’s perfect.” Daniel smiled, reaching for a deep burgundy paint sample. “It will look stunning with this as a feature wall. The variation in colours of that design will be easy to blend with the wall colour. Let’s buy it.”
    “Already have bought it. I was just showing you as a courtesy.” Christian laughed as he closed the computer. “It should arrive via express delivery within three days. So, let’s strip the room and start with a blank canvas.”
    “Agreed,” Daniel responded. “We need to do this as quickly as humanly possible in case Max rings us with a date for the intro. I want her room ready for our next meeting.”

Chapter Four

    Steve wasn’t looking forward to this visit. When Samuel had died, he had really rubbed Angel the wrong way. He had to admit. He’d been a pig when he initially interviewed her. He had no idea why she was living with Barnard when she could have just left, and women like her annoyed him. He had let it show during his interviews with her, something he now regretted. He especially regretted it today, now that he had to try and get her to turn against one of the biggest crime bosses in the state. The same man who had visited her last night, made vague threats against her, and then fucked her brains out. Steve had no idea how Angel would respond.
    He had listened to the tape, so he knew exactly what Adrian Hastings had done during the visit. He wondered, though, if Angel knew exactly how dangerous and untrustworthy Hastings was. After all, maybe a good boning had her trusting everything he said. The man was dangerous, and this was the first time they actually had him on tape possibly confessing to a murder and certainly making threats of harm. Yes, the threats had been vague as had the confession, but they were nevertheless threats against Angel’s life, and they had to be taken seriously. If Hastings decided Angel had lied, there would be no convincing him otherwise. From all the investigations and surveillance Steve had worked on, he knew Hastings could become irrationally paranoid at times. More than one innocent person had disappeared because Hastings believed they had turned on him. If Adrian Hastings thought Angel had become a threat to him, he would order a hit and that would be the end of her. It would also be unlikely that Hastings would leave evidence connecting him to the hit. Angel really needed to understand exactly what