The drama continues with Avery and Emeline, but takes a slight detour. Emeline runs into danger…again.
Weary, she stretched out on his bed—picked a side—and pulled the blanket, at the foot, over her. He’d locked her in here, and she made herself comfortable. So why couldn’t she fall asleep even when exhaustion dragged her down?
Because it didn’t feel right lying in Avery’s bed, wearing his clothes. All of this was wrong, starting with her. But what choice did she have? Seducing Avery would get him on her side, and temporarily please Ridley. Win-win situation. Her stomach rolled, not because she wasn’t attracted him. The man was hot, and complicated and deadly, all of the combinations she should stay away from, but couldn’t. She never had in the past, and her libido probably wouldn’t let her start now.
Still, she wouldn’t sleep with him in order to trap him. She’d been low before, done things she would never brag about, screwing Avery for Ridley’s agenda—no way. No how.
She tossed her clothes in the dryer and retrieved a butcher knife from a block on the kitchen counter. Determined, she sauntered up to the locked cabinet in the bedroom. Ridley was out there. Emeline would leave, but she wouldn’t go unarmed.
The front door opened. Lost in thought, she hadn’t heard the alarm deactivate.
Footsteps—distinctly different from Avery’s—thudded down the short hallway. Who’d come to kill her now? She eased to the bedroom door, knife in her hand, and peered out.
And into the wrong end of a gun.
Never bring a knife to a gun fight. Common sense, but Emeline must’ve missed the memo. Worse, she froze. In the microsecond where she might have had a chance to strike a blow, all of her muscles locked up. Until she heard the surprised gasp and low whistle. A distracted opponent could be defeated.
With her free hand, she knocked her opponent’s arm to the side. Only then did she spot the massive size of the man. She’d thought Avery was tall, this guy was taller and wider. Built like a sixteen wheeler. If he had come here to kill Avery, what would he do to her? She didn’t waste her time throwing a punch that would bounce off his chest, or trying to reach his throat. She went for the gonads, pressed the tip of the butcher’s knife to the seam below the zipper of his jeans. That was the only way to stop a man with intent to kill. Give him something to think about—like ejaculating dust the rest of his life instead of the little swimmers he is so fond of.
“Whoa! My bad. You win.” The gun dangled on one finger in front of her face.
The dim lighting in the hallway kept his face in the shadows but nothing could hide the humor in his words. She hadn’t won. He let her win.
Emeline snatched the gun and pressed the muzzle center mass, right over his heart. She didn’t remove the knife. A bullet in the heart or a wounded dick? Who knew which would frighten him more?
“Back up,” she said not wanting to lead him into the bedroom and give him any ideas. They cleared the hallway and the recessed lighting in the living room bathed his features.
EJ Nicolis smiled down at her.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said.
Shit! DOUBLE Shit! She couldn’t drop the knife and gun and tell him to have a seat. She didn’t know him. Technically.
“Who are you?” she said.
“I’m EJ. Avery’s brother. Don’t you see the family resemblance?” He tilted his chin and flashed a set of pearly whites. She almost laughed. God, he was cute with his dimpled cheeks and freckles, the complete opposite of Avery’s brooding countenance.
She shook her head. “Not really.” Avery’s record said they had different fathers.
He shrugged. “You’re not the first to say that. But I can prove we’re brothers. Don’t shoot or maim me. I’m cute, but I still need my dick.” Slowly he reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet. He pulled a battered picture out of a compartment and held the photo up to her. “See, that’s us ten years ago.”
Avery looked the same, big, bald, and angry. EJ had a mop of reddish hair and a skeletal frame waiting to fill out, but the grin and freckles were indelible. “All right, I believe you.” She moved the knife from his precious and lowered the gun as she took a step back.
He held out his hand. “Can I have my gun back?”
Yeah, she had no reason to keep it. But not wanting to look completely trusting, she unloaded the clip and checked the chamber. Butt first she returned his weapon and ignored his raised eyebrow.
“So, what are you doing here?” Emeline folded her arms.
EJ shoved his empty weapon into the small of his back folded his arms which made him appear wider and a bigger threat, not counting the dimples and freckles. “That is my question since I’ve proven who I am.”
“Emeline Gamble. I’m a client of your brother.” Not that she wasn’t sure he knew that already. “I’d shake your hand but I’m not letting go of my knife or your bullets. A girl can’t be too safe.”
“I wish my clients chose to dress like you.” He canted his head and gave her an appreciative appraisal.
“Does that include the men?”
A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I think I like you, Emeline Gamble.”
Somehow, she didn’t think he said that often and that made her smile.
“Thirsty? I could use a beer. How ‘bout you?” EJ unzipped his coat and shrugged the leather jacket off, exposing two nine millimeters strapped into shoulder holsters and knives strapped to his sides. He tossed the coat on the back of the sofa and kept moving to the kitchen.
Emeline barked out a laugh and followed him. She tossed the useless clip of bullets and placed the knife back into the block. “Yeah, I could use a drink.”
Coming November 11th.
There is no such thing as a chance meeting.
There’s no room in Avery Nicolis’s life for an obsession, yet why else does he stalk Emeline Gamble. Lurking in the shadows, he hungers for a woman he can’t have. Between the secrets he guards and anarchy roiling in his soul, his only solace are his glimpses of Emeline. He will resist her, protect her from himself, and deny his desire to claim her heart.
Emeline Gamble was a Watcher for the Order—a secret society of women charged with monitoring the offspring of the gods. For months, she observed Avery Nicolis, an elite mercenary, Descendant of Ra, and enemy of the Order. Never knowing he had her in his crosshairs.
Trapped in a lie, Emeline is forced to accept Avery as her bodyguard. Compelled to spend time with him, she learns to care for his tortured soul and see the hero lurking beneath the assassin’s façade.
But every word out of her mouth is a lie. Every action a betrayal. Because to save her family she is forced to accept a new assignment, deliver Avery Nicolis to the Goddess of Chaos, alive…
And do not fall in love with him.
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