All the King's Henchmen

by Morgan Kelley

  All the King’s Henchmen

  An FBI Erotic Thriller

  Book 24

  By Morgan Kelley

  Copyright © 2018 Morgan Kelley LLC

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  Content Advisory: This book is intended for mature audiences and contains, explicit sexual activity between various couples. This is considered an erotic thriller. If you are offended by sex or prefer no sexual details, you should stop reading now.

  © Copyright 2018 cover by Celestia Abraham

  Dear Reader,

  Since my books crossover a great deal, I recommend reading them as they are written. I tend to mention characters in books they don’t generally occur in, and later in the series, there are full crossovers.

  Some readers have contacted me for this list, and I figured I’d pass it on to the rest of you.

  While you can read the books by series only, it only enhances the reading experience if you go in order of how I wrote them. I tend to give away secrets…

  I’m sneaky like that.

  On the next page, I’ve given you the list.

  MK

  Here is the reading book order:

  The Killing Times (FBI)

  Sacred Burial Grounds (FBI)

  True Love Lost (FBI)

  Deep Dark Mire (FBI)

  Fire Burns Hot (FBI)

  Celestia is Falling (Croft & Croft)

  Darkness of Truth (FBI)

  Vegas is Dying (Croft)

  Devil hath Come (FBI)

  Christmas is Killing (Croft)

  Blood Red Rage (Littlemoon)

  Consumed by Wrath (FBI)

  Sinner Repent (Carter trilogy 1)

  Love is Bleeding (Croft)

  Lost & Broken (Littlemoon)

  Illegal Fantasies (Anthology 1)

  Redemption is Here (FBI)

  Sinner Realized (Carter trilogy 2)

  Romance Under Arrest (Anthology 2)

  Heaven is Weeping (Croft)

  Unthinkable Games (Littlemoon)

  Dead Shall Speak (FBI)

  Sinner Reborn (Carter trilogy 3)

  Pledging to Die (FBI)

  Hell is Burning (Croft)

  Truth is Found (Littlemoon)

  Slay Bells Ring (FBI)

  Holiday Reinforcements (Trilogy 3)

  Oracle Rising (Oracle)

  Past will Haunt (FBI Flashback 1)

  Choices will Destroy (FBI)

  Justice is Dead (Final croft book)

  Haven of Nightmares (Littlemoon)

  Blood Shall Run (FBI)

  Oracle Seeing (Oracle)

  Dark Justice (New Croft Series)

  Forbidden Secrets (Littlemoon)

  Act of Blood (FBI)

  Oracle Saving (Oracle)

  Stalked by the Past (FBI flashback 2 )

  Dying to Love (FBI)

  Lost Justice (Croft)

  Kiss of Souls ( Littlemoon) (FBI/Littlemoon crossover)

  Oracle Haunting (Oracle)

  Revenge has Come (FBI)

  Paid Justice (Croft)

  Wedding of our Dreams: Steele and Dante

  Lost Souls (Littlemoon) Sept 2017

  Discarded by Fate (FBI)October 2017

  Atonement (Hunter Mercenary 1) November 2017

  It’s Good to be the Boss (Romance Anthology 1) November 2017

  Dawn of Evil (FBI) Jan 2018

  Dead are Forgotten (FBI) Jan 2018

  True Justice (Croft/FBI crossover) Feb 2018

  Love Knows No Bounds (FBI) Valentine’s Day 2018

  Mob Justice (Croft Mob) March 2018

  Curses Found (Littlemoon) April 2018

  Absolution (Hunter Mercenary) May 2018

  All the King’s Henchmen (FBI) June 2018

  Honor Thy Anger (FBI Flashback) July 2018

  No Justice (Croft Mob) August 2018

  Secret Shame (Littlemoon) Sept 2018

  All the Queen’s Men (FBI) October 2018

  Amends (Hunter Mercenary) Nov 2018

  It’s Good to be Loved (Romance Antho) Nov 2018

  Wicked Hunt (Tueur) Dec 2018

  Angel of Death (FBI Christmas) Dec 2018

  Cause of Death (FBI Flashback) Jan 2019

  Time of Death (FBI Flashback) Jan 2019

  Valentine’s Day FBI Feb 2019

  Harcourte books do not cross over and can be read anytime.

  Dangerous Revelations

  Dangerous Choices

  Dangerous Misery

  Dangerous Retaliation

  Dangerous Influence

  Dangerous Sacrifice

  Dangerous Destruction

  ~~~~ About the Author ~~~~

  Morgan Kelley lives in the beautiful Pocono Mountains with her husband and two children. After attending college at Penn State University and studying Criminal Justice, Morgan knew her only true passion in life would be murder and books. She put them both together and began her career as a writer. Other than books and writing, you can find Morgan hanging out in her garden and digging in the dirt.

  Her other works include: The Junction, Serial Sins, The Blood Betrayal, The Killing Times (1), Sacred Burial Grounds (2), True Love Lost (3), Deep Dark Mire (4), Fire Burns Hot (5), Darkness of Truth (6), Devil Hath Come (7), Consumed by Wrath (8), Redemption is Here (9), Dead Shall Speak (10), Pledging to Die (11), Slay Bells Ring (12), Past will Haunt (13), Choices will Destroy (14), Blood shall Run (15), Act of Blood (16), Stalked by the Past (17), Dying to Love (18), Revenge has Come (19), Discarded by Fate (20), Dawn of Evil (21)Blood Red Rage (1) Lost & Broken (2), Unthinkable Games (3), Truth is Found (4), Haven of Nightmares (5), Forbidden Secrets (6), Kiss of Souls (7), Lost Souls (8), Celestia is Falling (1), Vegas is Dying (2), Christmas is Killing (3), Love is Bleeding (4), Heaven is Weeping (5), Hell is Burning (6), Justice is Dead (7), Dark Justice (1), Lost Justice (2), Paid Justice (3), Wedding of our Dreams: Dante and Steele (3.5) Dangerous Revelations (1), Dangerous Choices (2), Dangerous Misery (3), Dangerous Retaliation (4), Dangerous Influence (5), Dangerous Sacrifice (6), Sinner Repent (1), Sinner Realized (2), Sinner Reborn (3), Oracle Rising (1), Oracle Seeing (2), Oracle Saving (3), Oracle Haunting, (4), Atonement (1), Illegal Fantasies (Anthology 1), Romance Under Arrest (Anthology 2), and Holiday Reinforcements (Anthology 3), It’s Good to be the Boss (1), and more…

  For a complete list please feel free to visit Morgan at her website: www.morgankelley.com, email her author.m.kelley@gmail.com or visit her blog at www.morgankelley.blogspot.com or her website at www.morgankelley.com.

  To T.B,

  May your dreams always come true. You got your wish. You are, and always will be, a superstar.

  Much love,

  Morgan

  Maximus Chase, go get the girl.

  Harmony Wells, not all guys are intimidated by your badassery.

  Prologue

  Washington DC

  Party

  DC Hotel and Conference Center

  Sunday Eveni
ng

  E veryone who was anyone was there at that gathering. There was dancing, expensive champagne, and food that would make the fanciest food blogger beg for an invite to be there. To everyone attending, the man hosting the party was, once more, throwing one hell of get-together. It was the talk of the town, on the news, and on everyone’s lips.

  Then again, it was expected of him.

  It was his role, and he was playing it well.

  If you were invited, you were part of the upper echelon, and that said it all. To get that gold-sealed envelope meant that you’d reached the society list’s pinnacle, and you were pretty hot shit.

  If you were there, you were in the innermost circles of the DC movers and shakers, and you had power.

  In DC, that was all that mattered.

  Power.

  Prestige.

  Status.

  This was the proof. This one party was make-or-break and to be there was important. This was the yearly party that everyone who worked in DC, who was politically backed or was a power player, looked forward to attending.

  Well, not everyone.

  That simply wasn’t the truth.

  Some people would rather be tortured than spend one minute at that hellhole party.

  Of course, Deputy Director Ethan Blackhawk was the one person who didn’t want to be bothered with the nonsense, and he’d managed to have the only other person who hated it at his side. Beside him was his wife—for her this party was the epitome of nightmares, and that was saying a lot. She waded through death, and she’d rather a waterboarding session than dinner and dancing anywhere near the President of the United States of America.

  She loathed him.

  She hated him.

  And she’d love to stab him with her shrimp cocktail fork in the eyes.

  This party was no different. At that moment, she was agitated and ready to flip her shit all over the inside of that fancy ballroom.

  Ethan was the only person who stood between her and killing someone. A part of him wished he could just let her do it, and the other part of him…?

  Yeah, there was something so sexy about his very angry, gorgeous wife ready to kill.

  Ethan knew that she loathed functions like this, especially for the man of honor. The president, Damian Dean, was a thorn in hers and Ethan’s sides.

  Well, more his side than hers, but she took offense to most of the things that the asshole threw their way. She loathed him by proxy, and she always had Ethan’s back.

  While they both answered to the man, Elizabeth managed to slide under the radar more often than not.

  Ethan…not so much.

  He was unlucky like that.

  Since the last run-in, where he told the man to kiss off—in much nicer terms—of course, the president had been gunning for him with a vengeance.

  Every day was hell.

  The man had a big old hard-on over kicking his ass out of his job. The president wanted him removed from his position as Deputy Director of the FBI because he’d dared to stand-up to the tyrant.

  Bullshit.

  He wasn’t king.

  He was an elected official, and Ethan was NO ONE’S whipping boy.

  The only reason he was still doing the job was Gabriel Rothschild had his back through thick and thin.

  His boss was running all kinds of interference for Ethan to keep him off of the man’s chopping block. It was becoming Gabe’s other full-time job.

  Blackhawk hated that he had to do it, but he wasn’t going to let Damian Dean humiliate or tear him down due to his ethnicity.

  No.

  Freaking.

  Way.

  For years, Ethan did that on his own. He hadn’t needed help feeling less than anyone, and now, he didn’t have that fear. He had all the things he’d wanted, and his ethnicity made him special.

  His wife loved him.

  His brother loved him.

  Chris, their…other part of their familial unit, loved him.

  Finally, Ethan was good with all of it, and this man…yeah, no.

  He was not ruining that.

  “I’ll cut his heart out myself and shove that bloated block of ice up his ass—sideways,” Elizabeth muttered as she glared angrily at the man in question across the room.

  She hated his guts.

  He was standing there and had a snarky grin on his face, and she knew why. He was the highest up on the food chain, and he loved provoking her husbands. If he could rile Ethan up, the one most likely to blow, it was a good day for him.

  “I hope one of his mistresses gives him herpes on that tiny dick of his.”

  Ethan laughed.

  When she glanced over, the president looked right at her, and then he did something obscene with his tongue.

  It made her want to gag. The only thing she was grateful for was Ethan had missed it. He would have walked over to him, punched him in the face, and then been on a one-way flight to Leavenworth.

  Yeah, she had to keep her husband away from the man.

  As for the president, the day she let him even drool on her would be the day she shot herself.

  She glared angrily at him.

  “Baby, breathe. You’re scowling, and the press corps will get it on film for all posterity. Ignore him. He’s trying to rile you up.”

  And he’d succeeded.

  Clearly.

  “He’s got some nerve walking up to you and asking who let ‘YOU’ in, like you’re less than him. I really wish someone would kick his ass.”

  Ethan patted her cheek. He knew the man only hated him for one reason.

  Well, three.

  He stood up to him, didn’t show fear, and he had Elizabeth. When someone had what you wanted, and they had no chance of getting it, they liked to make your life hell.

  Elizabeth was his prize, and Damian Dean could kiss his ass.

  “He’s vile.”

  Yeah, that comment didn’t really shock Ethan. He was half-Native, and the man was full-bred asshole. Blackhawk’s ethnicity was something the president reveled in bringing up at each possible chance.

  “I am less than him.”

  She stared at her husband.

  Had she heard him right?

  Was he insane?

  “WHAT?”

  “I’m less of a windbag, less of a glutton when it comes to hooker binges, and less of an asshole in general.”

  She laughed.

  A little.

  Ethan always made her smile, and at this point, it was smile or walk over, kick the bloated asshole in the balls, and then dump champagne on him.

  Then get tackled by the Secret Service.

  Tonight, while at this party, his guards were scarce, but there were enough there still watching her. It was clear they had determined that she would likely be the one who did damage to the windbag.

  If she went five feet near him, three of them showed up. It looked like her reputation had proceeded her.

  Good.

  He should be afraid.

  “Really, Elizabeth, ignore him. He loves pissing us off. Gabe is over there, and he’s smoothing the man’s feathers. Don’t let him get you started. His goal is to get you angry, so you say something, and he can fire you.”

  Ethan knew what the man was doing. For the last few months, since the word in DC had spread that he and Elizabeth were on the outs, the man had decided to try to score her. He was a married man, but he didn’t care. The president stuck his dick wherever he wanted.

  On the DL.

  But still…

  If Ethan kept thinking about it, the whole thing would enrage him so much he’d kill the man himself.

  So, he had to let it go.

  To save his sanity, his job, and his marriage, he let a lot of things go—as of late.

  For now, he’d focus on more fascinating endeavors.

  Like the sexy lady beside him.

  Ethan took a sip of his drink and smiled wickedly at his wife as he tried to distract them both.

  “
Now, tell me what’s under that dress, Little Red Riding Hood,” he teased. “Something very naughty and pornographic, I hope.”

  Oh, he looked like the big bad wolf.

  He was tall, dark, handsome, and he could eat her any day of the week.

  Literally.

  She wasn’t insane. Who, in their right mind, would turn down a sexy bed-romp with Ethan Blackhawk that culminated with their legs over his shoulders?

  Uh, certainly not her.

  He could put his fly in her ointment any day of the damn week.

  “Well, Mr. Wolf, you’ll have to catch me and tear the dress off of me to find out,” she flirted back.

  It was date night.

  He was sexy.

  Sue her.

  Honestly, they had people watching like that slut-bag, husband-stealer, who tried before, and she wasn’t giving her the time of the day. The Secretary of Defense could kiss her ass. She’d tried to get Ethan, and that hadn’t worked in her favor.

  “Tempting,” he said. “I hope you’ve had your rabies shot,” Ethan said. “I’m going to enjoy biting you,” he said, taking her hand in his, and then leaving a kiss on the inner part of her wrist.

  Then her inner forearm.

  Then her inner elbow.

  Elizabeth was getting heated up. Ethan was turning on that charisma that made her wet, and it was going to be one hell of a night.

  “Hello, delicious woman,” he said.

  Oh, she loved this man and always would.

  Going into his body to rest her head on his shoulder, there was that calm as he wrapped his arms around her body. When his big palm rested on her ass, she sighed in contentment.

  This was home.

  Him.

  Yes, they had people watching them, and she didn’t give a shit. She slipped her hands under his tuxedo jacket to his derriere and gave his ass a squeeze.

  It made him laugh.

  “Let them put that on film. We can record the mauling later if you like. Little Red does the big, bad, Director Wolf. Now that’s a film I’ll watch all the damn time.”

  Oh, that made his dick twitch in anticipation. He only wished they would make some raunchy sex tape. It would be his favorite too.