Kept: The Enforcers by Maya BanksKept: The Enforcers by Maya Banks

Kept: The Enforcers

byMaya Banks

Paperback | October 25, 2016

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From the author of Mastered and Dominated comes the third of the Enforcers novels. Kept is the searing story of a woman who finds sanctuary in surrender...
 
He can’t change who he is.
 
A horrific childhood has made Silas the man he is today: dangerous, distrustful and demanding. He’s lived in self-imposed solitude, convinced that no woman could ever accept his need for absolute control—in business and pleasure. That is, until a young violinist walks into one of his buildings and into his life.
 
She can’t change what she wants.
 
Hayley has been struggling to fulfill her father’s dying wish: for her to attend a prestigious music school in New York City. But even working multiple jobs, she can’t afford the tiniest of apartments. Seeing her hopeless and near tears, Silas vows to help and protect her, no matter the cost to himself. But when Hayley meets his every demand with unwavering acceptance and love, he is overwhelmed by her goodness and gentle spirit. He knows that the dark stain on his soul can never be erased—and rather than risk destroying the most beautiful person he's ever experienced, he'll have to do the hardest thing he's ever had to do. Let her go. But he's totally unprepared for the lengths to which Hayley will go to fight for his love and for a future brighter than the sun...
Maya Banks is the #1 USA Today and #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Surrender trilogy, the Breathless trilogy, the Sweet series, and the Colters’ Legacy novels.   She lives in the South with her husband and three children and other assorted babies, such as her two Bengal kitties and a calico who’s been with her as long as he...
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Title:Kept: The EnforcersFormat:PaperbackDimensions:320 pages, 8.22 × 5.48 × 0.84 inPublished:October 25, 2016Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Kept A damaged man and a good girl. Interesting drama.
Date published: 2017-11-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Scorching read This is a captivating read that is HOT HOT HOT. Maya has kept up with a bit of the sexual chemistry and erotica. Great with a pint of ice cream or chips.
Date published: 2017-09-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good book This book was good as part of the series but could also be read as a stand alone. The only thing is it felt kinda overdone and I feel the book could have been a bit longer or I would like to see a continuation of Silas and Haleys Story
Date published: 2017-05-23
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Better than the last two This was better than the first two, but exactly the same plot. Maybe she ran out of ideas?
Date published: 2017-02-19
Rated 3 out of 5 by from 3.5 stars--roller coaster ride 3.5 stars--KEPT is the third installment in Maya Banks’s contemporary, adult THE ENFORCERS erotic, romantic suspense series. This is enforcer Silas Goodnight, and musician Hayley Winthrop’s story line. KEPT can be read as a stand alone without any difficult. Any important information from the previous story lines is revealed where necessary. Told from several third person perspectives including Silas and Hayley KEPT focuses on the ongoing threats against Drake Donovan and his now pregnant wife Evangeline (Mastered, Dominated), and Silas’s attraction to his new tenant Hayley Winthrop. Only days from being homeless Hayley finds herself accepting a rental unit in an area of town she cannot afford. The price was right, something she never questioned, but with it came the ongoing loneliness of solitude. With only a few belongings and her favorite violin, Hayley begins life anew until she meets her new neighbor and the building’s owner Silas-a broodingly, intense man with too many secrets and a passion for power and control. A late night attack that leaves our heroine broken and in pain, finds Silas taking responsibility for the woman with whom he will fall in fall. What ensues is the building relationship between Silas and Hayley-a relationship that is destroyed not once but two times, and the search for the people out to destroy their lives. KEPT is a story line with graphic violence: not once, not twice but three times our heroine will be the victim of personal, physical and sexual assault. She is never the victim of rape but she is targeted by a criminal organization in retaliation for her connections to our story line hero. To keep her safe Silas will walk away placing Hayley in the direct line of fire once again. The $ex scenes are intimate, erotic and seductive. Hayley is a virgin who quickly learns what it is our hero likes. Throughout the story line we get glimpses into our heroine’s past but Silas’s brooding behavior hides a darkened past that has made the man he is today. Heartbreaking in presentation, Silas is unable to let go of the memories and the fear believing himself to be damaged in the process. But saying all of this I found myself appalled by the behavior of the leading couple. Hayley is very quick to defend and forgive a man who all but pushes her out of his life; and Silas’s secrets and duty to protect Evangeline Donovan leave our heroine puzzled as to her position in Silas’s life. Hayley is not a priority and she knows that to fall in love with Silas will mean always coming in second to the job she knows nothing about. Silas’s brothers and fellow enforcers were more protective of Hayley than the man that she loved. Like the previous two installments KEPT has a large ensemble cast of secondary and supporting characters-brothers, so to speak-enforcers who work for Drake Donovan, that are willing to die to protect the people they love. The world building focuses on the upcoming war with the underground criminal element; a war where the woman Silas loved would get caught in the crossfire, and be targeted in a game of revenge. I did have an issue with the redundancy and repetition of events; the reminders of what was, and what was happening. KEPT is a roller coaster ride of ups and downs; emotional uncertainty, and uncomprehending disbelief. I found myself shaking my head at the numerous attacks against one woman including the emotional attack by the man that she loved. The premise is entertaining but I struggled with the violence; the romance is painful and tragic; the characters are passionate and spirited, and in the end Hayley is willing to forgive the man who promised his protection but whose priorities were pulled in another direction.
Date published: 2017-02-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book This book keeps you on edge. A good book to make you have a good cry.
Date published: 2016-11-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Eeek! So Excited to Read! Just recieved this book as a gift, so excited to get back into the series. Love the characters from the first two and very excited to see how they develop. I would suggest this series for anyone who like edgy, emotional, captivating stories.
Date published: 2016-11-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from love it love this series. so emotional and keeps you on the edge
Date published: 2016-11-15

Read from the Book

1Hayley Winthrop walked morosely down the busy Manhattan sidewalk, her spirits sinking lower as she registered just how far she'd walked from her old apartment and the school of music in which she was enrolled part-time-for now. She glanced surreptitiously up at the sky and sighed, thinking the sudden cloud cover that had rolled in, marring what had been an otherwise spectacular spring day, was a direct reflection of her spirits. She hadn't brought an umbrella because she hadn't intended to venture this far in her search of a new place to stay, and, well, the forecast hadn't called for rain. Just her luck. Bad, as always. Being an eternal optimist was beginning to wear on her as she'd been treated to dose after dose of cold, hard reality.In a few days, she'd have nowhere to live, and she'd had no luck finding another place she could afford on her meager budget. She'd known when she'd fortuitously found an apartment to house-sit for that it wouldn't be a permanent arrangement, but she had expected at least a few more months before being forced to move out. Unfortunately, the owners, a kindly elderly couple who were patrons to the music school that Hayley attended, had cut short their European tour because the wife had become ill and the husband wanted to bring her home to be attended by her own physician in the city.They had been apologetic and had even offered their help in finding Hayley another suitable place to live, but it would be next to impossible to find something she could afford and she couldn't-wouldn't-accept any further help from them. They'd already been so kind to her, and the thought of taking advantage of their generosity made Hayley ill. She had pride. Perhaps more than was good for her, particularly given her desperate circumstances, but she was determined to make her own way and fulfill her promise to her dying father, the one she'd made him on his deathbed to pursue her dream of attending the prestigious school of music in New York City. A dream he thought he'd made possible for her by purchasing an insurance policy at exorbitant cost so that when he was gone, she would be provided for even when he was no longer alive to take care of her.Tears stung her eyelids. Her father had had only the best of intentions, a pure and kind heart and so much pride in his only daughter, and he'd been taken in by a con artist who'd sold him a life insurance policy with more holes and exemptions in the nearly illegible fine print than a hunk of Swiss cheese. The only comfort she drew from the fact of his passing was that he would never know the shame and embarrassment of realizing that the money he couldn't afford to spend was for absolutely nothing. The worthless piece of human trash had taken advantage of her father and had promised him that he was absolutely doing the right thing, all the while siphoning every penny of her father's meager savings right from under his nose.And while her father lay so sick in bed, dying a little more with each passing day, he'd exacted a promise from her that she would go to New York and pursue her dream of becoming a professional violinist, though she'd protested, telling him she refused to leave him and that they'd fight this. Together. She vowed never to leave his side and that nothing was more important than him fighting, overcoming and winning his battle. Then and only then would she pursue her dream. But not at the expense of his health and life. She'd work two, three jobs-whatever it took to give him the care he so desperately needed-but he wouldn't hear of it. He adamantly refused, telling her that it was what her mother would have wanted and that he'd promised her mother when she too lay dying that he would ensure their little girl's dream became a reality if it was the last thing he did.In the end, she'd had no choice but to agree, though she'd hated the mere thought of moving to the city while her father had moved to hospice. She hadn't wanted to be away from him, but he hadn't wanted her to see him die, to continue to watch him waste away to nothing. Their final night together, he'd simply asked her to play for him, and so she'd stayed the entire night, playing her violin as he drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness, a smile on his face despite the crippling pain she knew he felt with every breath.When morning came, she'd kissed his forehead, tears running freely down her face as she'd whispered her good-bye, and in a moment of rare strength and lucidity, he'd wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly to him, and told her in a gruff voice that he loved her and that she'd already made him proud, but now it was time for her to spread her wings and for her to pursue her dreams.Two days after her arrival in New York City, her father's nurse had called to tell her he'd passed away and that his last words had been of her, how proud he was that she was following her dream and that he could rest easy and finally join his beloved wife now that their daughter was finally taken care of.She bit her lip, fighting back the tears of grief that threatened to fall. She cast a wary eye to the skies to see that the gray clouds had now covered all hints of the formerly sunny day, but as of yet, not a single drop of rain had fallen. Maybe her luck would hold. She needed to turn back. It was a long walk back to her apartment and whenever possible, she walked everywhere, saving every precious cent. The subway wasn't exorbitant by any means, but she needed every penny.Who was she kidding, spending days, hours, between her part-time school schedule and the many part-time and seasonal jobs she could pick up, pounding the pavement in search of an affordable apartment? There was no such thing as reasonable rent in Manhattan. And a roommate was out for her because the only time she had left to practice her beloved music was late in the night after she got off the late shift at one of her jobs, only stopping so she could get in a few precious hours of sleep before her early-morning classes the next day.She was about to turn around and trudge back the way she'd come when she noticed a smaller building crammed between two imposing buildings, at least thirty floors high. It was obviously an apartment building, though modest, but surprisingly well-kept given its obvious age. It had five levels, perhaps six if there was a walk-out basement unit as so many buildings had.There was no sign to indicate that there was a vacancy, but then most apartments-at least those in safer areas-had no need to advertise vacancies. They more often than not had waiting lists longer than both her arms. Oh well, what was the worst they could say that she hadn't already heard? Either there were no vacancies, or if there had been, the rent was so high, even for the smallest studio apartment, that even working six jobs, she'd never afford the rent on her own.Still, she hesitated outside the entrance with a sign above it indicating that the management office was inside, wondering how much more disappointment she could take in one day. But the fact that she only had three more days until she was homeless made her spine straighten. She sucked in a deep breath and pressed the bell, opening the door when it buzzed to enter.Her gaze swept the empty lobby, her eyes widening in surprise. Despite the worn look of the exterior, the inside had an updated look that didn't scream modern. It was warm and comfortable, a place where someone could immediately feel at home.Don't get your hopes up. You've been disappointed time and time again. Why would this time be any different?When an older man appeared from the office just off the lobby, Hayley donned her most hopeful and warm smile but clenched her fingers together in front of her in an attempt to allay her hope and desperation.Fresh from a shower, Silas sauntered through his living room, or command central as it was more appropriately deemed. Here he had a birdÕs-eye view of not only his entire apartment building but the streets surrounding the block. After Evangeline, his partner and brotherÕs now-wife, had been abducted a few months earlier, heÕd expanded his reach by installing street cams that extended well beyond the area immediately surrounding his domain.He had slept past his usual time to wake, before dawn, because of a problem the night before that had taken him until well into the morning to handle. Thus, he was in a hurry to dress and report back to Drake that the issue had been taken care of. Something Drake would already know, but would want the details regardless.He paused, coming to a complete halt when he caught sight of the monitor that gave him a view of the front office-and anyone who entered his building.A young woman was standing in the small lobby, obviously nervous and ill at ease. Silas hurried to turn up the volume on the feed that recorded that area and took a seat, studying the woman more closely.She was stunning. She had an arresting look that would make a man stop in his tracks and take a second and third look at her. Long, raven hair with startling blue eyes the color of the ocean at high noon on a cloudless day. And young. She looked far too young and innocent to even gain the notice of a man like Silas. He felt a hundred years old under the weight of all he'd seen and done in his lifetime just looking on the beautiful stranger."I-I was inquiring as to whether you had a vacant apartment for rent," the woman asked hesitantly.Silas wondered if she even realized that she wore desperation like a flag and that yearning hope glowed in her eyes."As it happens, we have a basement unit with a walkout to the street," Miles, his property manager, said cheerfully. "It's small, but utilities are included and we have very good security. And there aren't any broker fees either."Silas watched as the woman held her breath, battling against the burst of hope threatening to bloom on her expressive face."When would it be available? And how much is it?" she blurted.Silas watched as her face whitened at the amount specified, her shoulders sagged in defeat and any vestiges of hope leached from her eyes, leaving her looking utterly lost."I see," she murmured. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time. It's far more than I can afford, but thank you anyway. I'll just be on my way. Again, my apologies for interrupting you."She handed Miles a small card, grimacing as if she realized the futility of her action."If . . . if you should have something less expensive come available, will you call me?"She turned, like an aged woman instead of the vibrant young girl Silas had witnessed upon her arrival, and shuffled toward the door, head bowed. He thought he caught a glimmer of tears on one cheek as her profile was briefly presented when she opened the door to slip out onto the busy sidewalk.Silas bolted from his chair, fists gripped into tight balls at his sides as he watched her walk slowly down the street, tears trickling down her pale cheeks. In that instant, he threw sanity and caution to the wind and yanked up his phone, punching the button that would immediately connect him to his manager.Miles answered on the first ring."Yes, sir," he said briskly. "What can I do for you, sir?""The woman who just left," Silas said hoarsely. "Find her. Give her the apartment to the right of mine but tell her she won't be able to move in until day after tomorrow. It will take that long to have the workers replace the wall dividing it from mine and to refurnish the apartment.""Pardon?" Miles asked in a shocked voice."You heard me," Silas snarled. "Offer her a ridiculously low rent and let her know it comes fully furnished with utilities paid. Make up something. I don't care. Tell her construction was finished ahead of schedule and you only just received notice that it would be ready for a tenant just after she left. Just make damn sure you find her.""Yes, sir. Right away, sir," Miles stammered."And have my driver offer her a ride home. I'll call him now."2Hayley dodged the first few raindrops and then cursed under her breath as she glanced again at the ever-darkening sky. Yep. Perfect foil for the day she'd had. The week she'd had, for that matter. At least she'd had sense enough to leave her violin at home instead of bringing it with her in her urgent search for a place to live.Knowing it would cost her precious money she didn't have, she hurried in the direction of the nearest subway stop and dug into her pocket for enough to purchase a subway card to get home.Her cell phone rang and for a moment she was tempted to ignore it, her focus more on getting out of the rain, but she'd left her number with every place she'd been to in her apartment search and couldn't afford to assume it was nothing more than a telemarketer.With a sigh and admonishing herself for allowing herself foolish hope, she pulled up her cell and uttered a polite greeting."Miss Winthrop, this is Miles Carver. You left here a few minutes ago where you inquired about an apartment."Hayley's spirits plummeted."Yes, sir, I remember you, of course.""Hopefully I have good news for you, Miss Winthrop. You see, an upstairs unit has been undergoing renovation, and it was thought it wouldn't be ready for another few weeks, which is why I didn't mention it, but right after you left, the owner called and informed me that the apartment would be ready shortly. I called to see if you'd be interested."Hayley closed her eyes, disappointment keen. It was as if fate were taunting her with opportunities she in no way could take advantage of."It's completely furnished and all utilities are included," the manager hurried on to say. "But it wouldn't be ready for you to move in until day after tomorrow. I hope that's not too late for you."

Editorial Reviews

Praise for Maya Banks and her novels   “Takes readers into the black depths of anguish.”—Linda Howard, New York Times bestselling author   “Incredibly awesome.”—Jaci Burton, New York Times bestselling author   “Maya Banks…really dragged me through the gamut of emotions. From…‘Is it hot in here?’ to ‘Oh my GOD’…I'm ready for the next ride now!”—USA Today   “For those who like it naughty, dirty, and do-me-on-the-desk HAWT!”—Examiner.com   “Hot enough to make even the coolest reader sweat!”—Fresh Fiction