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Friday, March 17, 2017

Cleansing Flame by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway



Title: Cleansing Flame   
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Rekindled Flame Series Book 2  
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Mar 10 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Life has been grinding Dayne Mills down almost for as long as he can remember. First he lost the love of his life in an accident that also left him with a permanent injury, and then his mother passed away a year later. When his house burns to the ground, it’s the last straw. He can’t take any more, and if it wasn’t for kind and handsome firefighter Lawson Martin offering him a hand up and a place to stay, he doesn’t know what he’d do. Dayne would love for his relationship with Lawson to evolve into something beyond charity, but he knows going after a man so far out of his league will only lead to yet more heartache. It’s best to just keep his mind on his research.

It’s that research that leads Dayne to an old student journal that not only provides clues to the Native American heritage Lawson has been searching for, but chronicles a century-old love story. The tale that unfolds might be just what Dayne and Lawson need to remember that no matter how dark life becomes, love can find a way to shine through.


Lawson had no idea what time it was or why he was awake, but something wasn’t right. He sat up, listening, and heard a cry. He shoved back the covers and followed the whimpers and cries to Dayne’s room. Hearing a “No!” Lawson peered inside.
Dayne had kicked off the covers, his eyes still closed, and was lying on his side, kicking his legs repeatedly. Lawson was about to turn to leave when Dayne cried out once move and lurched toward the edge of the bed. Lawson raced forward and caught him as he came off the mattress. Dayne struggled and fought, squirming and thrashing.
“Dayne, it’s all right.” He laid Dayne back on the bed and gently tried to wake him.
“Lawson?” Dayne asked, instantly calming and looking up at him with startled blue eyes. “What are you doing here?” He grabbed for the covers at the end of the bed and yanked them up to cover himself. Then Dayne looked back at him, and even in the light from the hall, Lawson saw Dayne blush beet red and then turn away.
“You were thrashing, and I caught you as you fell off the bed.” Lawson took a step back so he didn’t cause Dayne any more distress. “I heard you yelling in your sleep and wanted to make sure you were okay.” God, did Dayne think he was attacking him or something?
“Oh.” Dayne relaxed a little and lowered the covers he’d been using like a shield. “I guess I’m a little jumpy.”
“Ya think?” Lawson teased, giving Dayne a wink. Thankfully Dayne understood and smiled slightly. Lawson sat on the edge of the bed. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”
“It’s the middle of the night and….” Dayne’s eyes darted around the room, settling on him for a few seconds and then moving away. “You’re nearly naked,” he finally squeaked out, and Lawson realized he was only wearing a pair of old boxer shorts.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just concerned when I heard you calling out.” As he went to stand, Dayne touched his arm. Lawson stilled when Dayne didn’t move his hand or pull away.
“You’re stunning,” Dayne breathed, then turned away, pulling his hand back. “Sorry. That was a dumb thing to say.” He rose the shield of covers again. “Just let me die of embarrassment here. You’ve been nice enough to let me stay here. You don’t need some twiggy doofus perving on you.”
Lawson reached for Dayne, touching his chin with just the tips of his fingers. “How about I go back to bed, and we both try to get some more sleep? I understand if you don’t want to talk about what’s happening, but try to sleep and not fall off the bed. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Dayne’s lips, red and pulled slightly with worry, screamed irresistible, and his eyes were filled with such pain that Lawson wanted to kiss it all away. He knew it wasn’t that simple—pain and loss rarely were, especially with as much as Dayne had endured lately—but he wanted to try.
Dayne gazed at him, and Lawson saw Dayne’s hands and arms relax, the covers lowering enough to reveal where his nipples poked slightly at the fabric of his T-shirt. Damn, Lawson wanted to tug away that cotton and reveal what was underneath. Heat built in his groin, and he needed to cool it or things were going to get awkward, and he wasn’t wearing enough to keep his dick from making a full-on appearance. Not that he was ashamed of what he had in any way, but he didn’t need to scare Dayne or have Dayne think he was trying to push himself on him. “Good night,” Lawson rasped, lightly caressing Dayne’s cheek before standing and leaving the room.
As Lawson returned to his room, Tati came up the stairs. She sat, blinking at him the way cats did, and Lawson looked back. At some point in the night, she usually paid him a visit. Lawson expected her to stroll over, but instead she slinked across the hall, peeked into Dayne’s room, and went inside. He watched, and she didn’t come out. Sneaking back, he peered through the open door. Dayne lay on his side facing away from the door with Tati curled in the crook of his legs, her back pressed to Dayne’s backside. Lawson shook his head, returned to his room, and went back to bed, trying not to think of Dayne.







Sunday, March 5, 2017

Jack on the Rocks by: H. L. LeRoy w/ Review


Title: Jack on the Rocks
Author: H.L. LeRoy
Series: A LT. Jack Daniels Mystery (A loosely tied together series. But any of the stories can be read as a standalone.)
Genre: Thriller/Mystery
Publisher: Kindle Worlds (the World of J.A. Konrath)
Release Date: Dec 11, 2016
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook/Kindle ONLY
Rating: 
Blurb/Synopsis:
LIEUTENANT JACK DANIELS should have seen the avalanche of trouble headed her way but events had dulled her edge and crumbled her foundation of toughness. With the press and politicians all coming for her, Jack begins to question whether she is really a cold blooded murderer or simply losing her mind. Was it an officer involved shooting gone wrong? An honest mistake? Or, something much, much worse?
There's one thing for sure, it has turned the Chicago Police Department upside down, and Lieutenant Jack Daniels' life along with it.


On the way in, I called Herb and told him what happened, and he said he'd take care of Tina's car. I knew that the state's attorney wasn't going to bring me good news, and the word 'indictment' kept running through my mind.
When I got in, Banes told me the state's attorney was going to be late. Anger started to eat at me as I sat in my office cooling my heels.
A few minutes later, I saw Lieutenant Cavanaugh weave his way through the bullpen carrying a pink box of pastries.
"Donut call."
The few detectives who were in each grabbed a donut as he passed.
"Where's Herb?"
"He's following up on Tina Mills."
Cavanaugh stood at Herb's desk for a moment and then laid two chocolate ├ęclairs on a napkin. "He never could eat just one," he said.
Coming into my office he plopped the box on my side table. "Donut, Lieutenant?"
"Later."
"Buzz in the halls is that the State's Attorney's on his way over. The Becky Walsh thing." He paused for a second. "I'm not surprised. They're slime. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about what happened. And more importantly to let you know that we're all on your side."
"I'm damaged goods around here, if I were you, I'd avoid me."
"Here's the thing. If it wasn't you, it would have been one of us. You did what any good cop would have done."
"How long have you been in Narco?'
"Sixteen years."
"Is there the same bullshit up there that we face down here?"
"I'd say it's worse but it's probably just as shitty.
"Well, I appreciate your kind words.
My first opinion of Cavanaugh had been dead wrong. He was a good guy and a good cop.
We sat and talked for a little bit longer and as Cavanaugh stood to leave, a suit walked into my office.
Medium height, with dark, perfectly quaffed news anchor hair, and wearing a tailored suit dropped a card on my desk.
I pushed it around with a pencil so it was turned the right way.
DOUGLAS ABBOTT
ASSISTANT STATE'S ATTORNEY (ASA)
SPECIAL PROSECUTIONS BUREAU
COOK COUNTY STATE'S ATTORNEY'S OFFICE
"Very impressive," I said and flicked the card away. "So tell me, ASA Douglas Abbott, why do you want to see me?"
"ASA Abbott is an asshole. He busts cops for a living." Cavanaugh gave Abbott a look and then made his way out of my office and through the bullpen.
"That true?"
"Like the man said, I bust cops."
"I'm sure your mother must be very proud."
He ignored my little dig.
"States Attorney Turner has assigned me to your case. He did so because I've never lost."
He seemed disappointed that I didn't respond.
"You have two files. One four-inches-thick and another almost seven inches thick, and you always seem to skate. Funny how that is."
"You're implying that I've been guilty and gotten away with it."
He shrugged.
"And that I'm not going to skate now."
He smiled. "You did shoot her after all."
"What happened to Internal Affairs? They're supposed to handle this stuff."
"Nepotism. They're working on it, but Mayor Walsh says I get first crack."
"Lucky me." My future wearing an orange jumpsuit flashed before my eyes.
"We'll be going for at least second degree murder." He smiled. "Four to twenty in prison."
"I know what murder two is."
"Maybe we'll discuss a plea," he said over his shoulder as he walked out. "How does that sound?"
"It sounds like Cavanaugh was right, you're an asshole."







Sunday, February 19, 2017

Darkness Rising by: Dirk Greyson w/ Creative Post & Giveaway


Title: Darkness Rising
Author: Dirk Greyson
Series: Yellowstone Wolves (Book 3)
Genre: M/M, Paranormal Romance, Shifters
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Feb 6 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
The last thing Tobias, alpha of the small Greenview Pack, expects is to find a lost human asleep in his storage building. As soon as he sets eyes on Pete, Tobias knows they are destined mates. But he cannot act on his attraction, no matter how much he feels compelled. Exposure to the human world could mean the end of their way of life, so he decides to help Pete get a room until he can reunite with the tour group he separated from.
But Tobias’s disgraced half-brother, Zev, has other ideas. He takes a liking to Pete and decides he wants what Tobias has—both his position as pack leader and his mate. Tobias can’t let that happen, but protecting Pete means keeping him close, which only increases the mounting tensions between them.
Duty, protection, desire, and secrecy clash as the darkness within Zev rises to the surface, and only Tobias can save his mate—even if he never plans to tell Pete that’s what they are.


Pete closed his eyes as he checked the outer pocket of his bag and found a flat, small, giveaway flashlight he’d received from some conference or other. He pressed the button and the tiny light came on. It wasn’t much, and the rain and gloom swallowed most of its glow, but it was enough to see a few steps ahead and that was all he needed. Pete figured he’d go a little farther and hoped he’d find shelter, because hope was all he had left. He slung his pack onto his back once again and wove around the trees and brush.
He was watching the ground and nearly face-planted into the corner of a structure. It was wooden, rough-hewn, and probably quite old, but Pete didn’t care. As long as it wasn’t a cougar den, he could deal. Slowly Pete made his way around it. His flashlight flickered, and he managed to find the door and push it open, and used the last of his light to take a look around.
It was some sort of old storage building. There wasn’t much inside, but the building seemed solid and dry enough. The back was stacked with sacks from floor to ceiling, and that took up almost half of the structure’s volume. The rest was empty except for some tarps lying on hay.
Pete knew hay meant that someone used this as a barn. But he hoped they wouldn’t mind if he crashed here. He swept the loose hay together with his foot and spread one of the tarps over it to help soften the floor a little. Then Pete dug into his wet pack and pulled out his spare clothes. The plastic bag enclosing them was intact, so he stripped out of his soaked things and dressed quickly. He wrung out his clothes in the open doorway, then closed the door and laid them to dry over a board, knowing the owner would not thank him if he got the hay wet.
Pete pulled out his last bottle of water and a granola bar, ate it and drank half the water, then set the rest aside. How in the hell did he get into these situations? He lay down on the tarp and used another as a blanket. He was still cold, but it helped some. At least he was dry, and he could listen to the rain as it beat on the roof overhead rather than onto his face. He’d had something to eat and drink. For now he was dry and safe enough, and that was all he could hope for. At first light he’d leave his shelter and make for the hill so he could get some reception and hopefully call someone to rescue his sorry butt.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the space through the single small window beside the door. Thunder rolled and wind whipped around his shelter. It sounded as though Mother Nature was letting out all her fury tonight. Pete huddled a little deeper under his tarp blanket, hoping the building remained in one piece.
Pete was weary as hell, but the storm kept him awake. Once it abated, the strange sounds from outside—including the calls and answers of wolves—scared the living hell out of him. The noises weren’t near the barn, but that didn’t mean very much. After the cat and now wolves, Pete would be happy to get the hell out of here and back home to New York, where he could stare at the walls for all he cared. He was never leaving the safety of the city again, writer’s block or not. Writing nothing was better than losing his life and being ripped to shreds by whatever was out there.
More lightning flashed and the thunder shook the barn around him. Small bits of hay floated down from the rafters. Pete wanted to cover his head, but the tarp wasn’t the best-smelling thing he’d encountered. He shook a little and prayed the storm would lessen or move on.
Unfortunately, from the sound of it, the storm seemed content to stay where it was, and more little bits floated down from above as clap after clap of thunder tried to shake his shelter apart. Pete curled into the fetal position, comforting himself as much as possible. He’d been so dumb, thinking he knew what he was doing. Even as the wind rattled the door and whistled outside, he was in much better shape than if he’d still been outside.
“Roger, if I get out of this alive, so help me, I am going to slap you silly the next time I see you. ‘Go out west. Have an adventure. See things. It will spark some ideas for your next book.’ Bastard!” He clenched the tarp as another peal of thunder rattled the building. They were supposed to come on this trip together. But no. Roger managed to get mono, probably from kissing every man in New York. In his raggedy, sick voice, the asshole had urged him to go on his own.
“The point of this trip was so you could get ideas and stop moping around. It’s a tour of Yellowstone. You’ll meet people and have fun.” Those words rang hollow now. He had met people and gotten separated from the group. This whole thing was turning into a nightmare, and the least Roger could have done was be here to suffer along with him.
After what felt like hours, the storm moved off and it grew quieter outside. Pete rested his head on the tarp and closed his eyes. If he got a little sleep, it would help him in the morning.
Being out of the weather made Pete relax, and finally, even on the hard floor, he closed his eyes, tried to picture himself at home in his warm, soft, queen-size bed, and eventually dozed off.







Saturday, February 18, 2017

Poppy's Secret by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway


Title: Poppy’s Secret   
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: DreamSpun Desires Books/Multi~Author Book Set
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Feb 15 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
A second chance born of love.
Pat Corrigan and Edgerton “Edge” Winters were ready to start a family—or so Pat thought. At the last minute, Edge got cold feet and fled. Pat didn’t bother telling him the conception had already gone through and little Emma was on her way. He didn’t want a relationship based on obligation. He’d rather raise his daughter on his own.
Nine years later, Emma and her Poppy are doing fine. Edge isn’t. He realizes what he threw away by leaving, and he’s back to turn his life around and reclaim his family. It’ll take a lot to prove to Pat that he’s a new man, and even if Edge succeeds, the secret Pat has hidden for years might shatter their dreams all over again.



Pat went inside and locked the doors, then went right upstairs and into the shower. He needed to get the scent of sweat and strange men off him. Once he was clean, he climbed into bed and closed his eyes, trying to sleep. Of course the one face he’d spent nine years trying to forget came roaring back. When they’d been together, Edge had been his life, and Pat had thought it wasn’t possible to get any happier. He and Edge had made so many plans—travel, a family, a home together. He’d thought they were building a life and that they wanted to do the same things. Then Edge had gotten a job offer, and suddenly everything had changed. Edge wanted to leave, their life wasn’t good enough any longer, and then he was gone. After his very unconventional childhood, Pat had wanted stability and happiness, but just when he thought he’d found it, everything had changed. Then less than a year later, the wheel had changed one more time and Emma had entered his life. So small and with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. And then he realized he could have everything he wanted, just in a different way.
But Edge was always there in his mind. No matter how many times he’d tried to truly get him out of his life, Pat couldn’t. And now he was back and Edge had found him. Pat hoped like hell that he’d be left alone. He’d managed a long time without Edge, and he could continue doing it forever. All that needed to happen was for Edge to stay away. Pat hoped that after tonight, Edge would leave him alone.
Pat rolled onto his side, punching his pillow. He wanted to clear his head and stop all these thoughts about Edge. He was so hard he could pound nails. All he had to do was think of Edge and how much he’d missed the way he’d always reacted to him. “No.” Pat sat up and groaned. He was not going back through all this. Never again. Edge had walked out of his life, and that was the end of it. This whole fascination with him was simply the fact that Pat was horny as hell. He probably should have gone to a different club. It was still early….
Clubs weren’t what he wanted. Pat longed for something more than that. He needed someone who cared about him and would be a true part of both his and Emma’s life. That was what he needed, and Edge had already proved he wasn’t that man.




Tuesday, January 31, 2017

The Knight by: Skye Warren (BLITZ)


Title: the Knight
Author: Skye Warren
Series: Endgame Series Book 2
Genre: Dark Romance Contemporary Suspense
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Jan 31 2017
Edition/Formats: 1st Edition ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:

The power of pleasure...

Gabriel Miller took everything from me. My family. My innocence. My home. The only thing I have left is the determination to get back what's mine.

He thinks he's beaten me. He thinks he's won. What he doesn't realize is that every pawn has the chance to become a queen.

And the game has only just begun.

* * * * * *
THE KNIGHT is book two in the Endgame series from New York Times Bestselling Author Skye Warren about revenge and seduction in the game of love.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Fire and Hail by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway


Title: Fire and Hail  
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Carlisle Cops #5
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Jan 16 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Brock Ferguson knew he might run into his ex-boyfriend, Vincent Geraldini, when he took his first job as a police officer in Carlisle. Vincent’s attitude during a routine traffic stop reminds Brock why their relationship didn’t last.
What Brock doesn’t expect is finding two scared children in the trunk of a Corvette. He’s also surprised to learn the kids’ mother is Vincent’s sister. But his immediate concern is the safety of the two children, Abey and Penny, and he offers to comfort and care for them when their mother is taken into custody.
Vincent is also shocked to learn what his sister has done. For the sake of the kids, he and Brock bury the hatchet—and soon find they have much more in common than they realized. With Abey and Penny’s help, they grow closer, until the four of them start to feel like a family. But Vincent’s sister and her boyfriend—an equal-opportunity jerk—could tear down everything they’re trying to build.



“It’s okay, sweethearts. No one is going to hurt you.” He pushed the lid all the way open, and a little girl in a pink sundress and white-and-pink-striped tights stood up. Brock guessed she was about three. “We need assistance at Harrisburg Pike near East. I can confirm two children in the trunk. They seem okay so far.” He kept his voice as calm and level as possible.
A boy, about five years old, carefully climbed out of the trunk. “Mama,” he said, pointing to the woman who had been driving the car.
Brock glared at the woman. He had trouble imagining how anyone could be so heartless and cruel as to lock two small children in the trunk of a car on one of the hottest days of the year and then go out joy riding. Not only was it a miracle that they weren’t hurt from being tossed around inside the confined space, but it was lucky they hadn’t been injured from the heat.
He escorted the children onto the grass and into the shade of a nearby tree, then knelt down so he could be more on their level and less intimidating. “I’m Brock. What are your names?”
“Abey, and this is Penny,” the little boy answered and then pointed to the car. “It was scary in there.”
Penny had her thumb in her mouth and stayed close to Abey.
“Is Penny your sister?” Brock asked, and Abey nodded. “Did you take care of her while you were in there?”
“Yes. I held her when we rolled around.”
“You were a very brave big boy.” Brock didn’t know what else to say, but Abey nodded. “Can you stay right here with Penny?” Brock asked as he heard cars approaching. He stood to watch the scene but stayed close to the children.
Two other police vehicles stopped nearby. Both Kip Rogers and Aaron Cloud got out of their vehicles. Aaron was the ranking officer and he’d probably take charge of the scene. Brock stayed where he was as Kip helped Carter handcuff both women and get them loaded into the back of separate police cars. Then Aaron made his way toward Brock and the kids.
“Did you find out why they were in the trunk?” Brock’s heart went out to both children as Aaron stepped away a few feet.
“The car belongs to the passenger, Brenda Weaver, and apparently she’d just bought the car and drove it over to show Rhonda Geraldini. Rhonda wanted to take the car for a spin, and since there was no backseat and she didn’t have a babysitter, she put the kids in the trunk and the women decided to go for a ride.”
“My God,” Brock said softly. Vinny’s sister. Sometimes it was a small, sick world.
“Her excuse was that she thought the kids would be fine and that they weren’t going very far or very fast. Oh, and that there was no backseat in the car for the kids to ride in anyway.” Aaron rolled his eyes.
Brock turned back to the kids and forced a smile. “This is Abey and Penny. Abey held and protected his sister while they were in there so that she wouldn’t get hurt. He’s a very good big brother.”
“Where did they take Mommy?” Abey picked at his sleeve, swaying from foot to foot.
“It’s all right. She shouldn’t have put you and Penny in the trunk, so the officers are going to talk with her.” He turned to Aaron, floundering.
“Carter called for some help, and his husband, Donald, is on the way.”
Brock nodded. “I’ve met his family.” That was a huge relief. Donald would know exactly what to do and how to help make sure the kids remained calm. “I’ll stay with the kids here in the shade if you want me too.”
“Perfect. We’ll handle the rest.” Aaron left them, and shortly after, Penny pulled on Abey’s sleeve.
“Penny has to go potty,” Abey said.
“Okay.” He caught Aaron’s eye and motioned to the gas station next door. Then he took each of their hands and gently led them across the grass and into the store. There was just a single bathroom, and Brock waited outside while Abey took Penny inside. He kept watch and listened for any issues. Soon the heavy door moved, and Brock helped open it. They came out, Abey holding Penny’s hand.
“Did you wash up?” Brock smiled when they both nodded, and he led them back through the store. At the register, Brock bought two boxes of animal crackers and handed one to each of them. He also got some bottles of water, then walked the kids across the parking lot to where Donald was waiting for them. “Abey and Penny, this is Mr. Donald. He’s going to be your friend and he’ll help you. I promise. He’s a very nice man.”
Abey’s lower lip quivered, and Penny stepped behind her brother. Brock suspected that all this was way more than they could handle and fear was really setting in.
“I’m going to take both of you to stay with a friend of mine. Okay?” Even Brock found Donald’s voice soothing.
Abey shook his head, turned to Penny, and put his arms around her to shield her from Donald. “No strangers. Mama says so.”
“Am I a stranger?” Brock asked, and Abey turned to look at him but didn’t move away from Penny.
“Yes,” he answered. “But you’re a nice stranger.” He turned and held his box of cookies close to him, and Penny mimicked her brother.
Brock wanted to cry right there by the side of the road. He blinked and had to turn away. Damn it, he wasn’t supposed to get emotional when he was on the job. Take whatever you see, bury it, cover it up, and make it stay there. That’s what he was supposed to do. But how in the hell was that possible when he was looking into two pairs of wide, frightened blue eyes?
“Do you want me to go with you?”
Abey thought a second, screwing up his face in a look of concentration, and then finally nodded. Abey seemed to trust Brock, at least initially.








Friday, January 20, 2017

Girl Within Girl by: S.P. Aruna w/ Interview & Giveaway


Title: Unraveling
Author: S. P. Aruna
Series: Girl Within Girl Book 1
Genre: Erotic Thriller  
Publisher: BookBaby
Release Date: Oct 15 2016
Edition ~ 1st /Formats ~ eBook
Blurb/Synopsis:

Katrina is never alone. She is bound to others inside her, tighter than any Siamese twins could ever be: Cherry, the freewheeling photojournalist, Anisa, the covert spy-assassin, and others as yet unknown, all sharing her body and mind as she goes about her work in a psychiatric hospital. But she is starting to unravel, and her sole hope is the handsome Dr. Sean Paisley, the only one who can make her whole again.

** Girl Within Girl is a dark erotic thriller that wanders through a sensual maze of manipulation and mind control. **


I knew what I had to do. From my purse I took out a ball-point pen. But not an ordinary ball-point pen. I looked at the man by my side, a swarthy, rather good - looking man, well-built, sleeping on his back, apparently naked, a sheet scantily covering what was below his hairy chest, his equally hairy legs spread out. He was lightly snoring.
I studied his arm, particularly the hollow inside his elbow. Clicking the pen open, I looked for a good vein. Then I stabbed it with the pen.
He jerked up, eyes wide. "What you fucking doing!"
Then just as abruptly, he plopped down, dead. I checked his carotid for confirmation of this, and as sure as the pope was Catholic, there was no pulse, his heart had stopped completely as expected.
I looked at the digital clock on the night table: 3:30 A.M.
I am what I am: a cold-hearted psychopathic bitch. But it pays well.
Anisa Grant: professional spy, agent provocateur, assassin. I don't do liquidation jobs because I necessarily like them more than other assignments; it's just that they're the most lucrative.
I got dressed quickly into a pair of jeans and a blue cotton blouse, took my passport out of my duffle bag, left the room and the bag, and descended down the staircase. A short dark man comically dressed in white intercepted me at the bottom, but I was prepared. I gave him a karate blow across his windpipe and he was down. I ran to the front door and unbolted all the locks. An alarm sounded, and I hesitated for a moment, knowing that in seconds all the bodyguards would be surrounding the villa. I flung open the doors and bolted to my left. I knew that the weakness in their cordon - reconnaissance had told me beforehand - was to the southeast where there was no entrance to the house.  I sprinted in that direction towards the perimeter, a wall capped with razor wire. Shots were being fired, and I suspected they had seen me, making me more frantic. I leapt at the wall, scrambled up and over the top and through the razor wire, shredding my clothes and ripping my skin. I flipped over the side and landed on my ass, jolting me to stand up immediately and take off running to my rendezvous despite the pain.  Breathing so hard that my raspy inhalations made screeching, panic-stricken animal-like sounds, I batted away the foliage of the tropical growth in front of me, my legs pumping, my feet digging in to get momentary purchase as I ran down a muddy hill, the adrenaline rush making my heart pound, nearly freaking me out until I saw the Humvee in the moonlight. The door opened, I jumped in, and panted in relief as it bounced through the jungle night.