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Authors: Nora Flite
No. The cruel fact was, none of this would have been set in motion without death. From the very beginning, even; the death of her family...
All of us were cursed.
How could I be okay with that? How could
anything
be alright?
My smile was cool as morning dew. I said calmly, “Of course I'm alright. How could I not be, after what we just did?”
Her blush was enticing. Her words were less so. “I know something is wrong. You don't have to lie to me.”
Ever observant,
I thought sullenly. Stepping close to her, I set my fingers on her jaw, tilted her towards me. I itched to kiss her, to taste the last remnants of our escapades, to be reminded of the time when there was no need to think about our future.
No need to lie to her?
My lovely Marina... you have no idea.
I looked into her eyes, my tone pure cotton. “For now, don't worry about it. In this moment, it doesn't matter. And that's not a lie.”
She seemed unsure. I appreciated that; her cleverness was part of why I was falling for her. Marina was quick, and that made everything so much more difficult. There was an odd satisfaction in appeasing her. It was a challenge.
Even when it worked, I didn't feel like I'd won.
“Alright,” she sighed, reaching down to take my hand. Our fingers wove together, fitting better than they had any right to. “Come on, let's get out of here. Kite has the right idea, I'm starving.”
Grinning, I traced the inside of her wrist. “After being so stuffed, how could you ever be hungry again?”
Stumbling, she shot me a tiny glare. Then it was gone, and she was pulling me towards the backdoor. Marina was leading me, something so novel... so freeing.
This was what I dreamed of.
As long as it was into that one future I prayed for... a place we all existed together, a place of joy and love and anything but devastation and blood...
I would let her lead me with a smile.
The night air was chilly. It cleared my head, but her hand leaving mine was what really crisped my thoughts.
Focus. Stop getting so lost in all of this. You have a mission, you HAVE a plan, even if you don't know all the threads yet.
Protect Kite, protect yourself, protect your future.
If she could fit into that, then fine. But if not, I had to be willing to do anything. No matter how brutal, or how soul-crushing...
I had to remember my oath.
Kite was saying something to her, the two of them smiling.
Opening my door, I was baffled when she came back to me. “What's wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she shrugged. “I just want to ride with you.”
Lifting my eyes, I spotted Kite. He had his hands in his pockets, looking a little too pleased with himself. Squinting, I unlocked the passenger door.
What game is he playing?
“Is it okay?”
“Yes,” I said, smiling at her as I climbed inside. “You can ride with me, I'd appreciate the company.”
That was enough for her. Marina ducked her head, closing us into the vehicle and snuffing out the white noise of the city. In that tiny pocket, I was assaulted by her scent all over again.
I had a strong suspicion about why Kite looked so happy.
He thinks she's won me over.
Tightening my jaw, I let the engine rumble.
Hasn't he realized... she's won me over as much as she could already, and far before today?
Kite was pushing when he didn't need to. This was no longer about emotion, my feelings had played their part when I'd agreed to consider letting Marina live at all.
Kite, you just don't get it,
I thought sadly. Guiding the car over the dark roads, my headlights reflected off of every other surface.
But if this all falls apart...
I hope you can forgive me.
As we tore down the streets, back towards the building I called my home, I had a sickening sensation. A hard, jagged razor that swam in my guts and refused to leave. True, I was worried about how Kite would react if I dropped the hammer and decided Marina had failed whatever trust-test I could come up with.
But that wasn't why my fear now blossomed.
Glancing over at the girl beside me, how her lips had the tiniest of relaxed smiles, her eyes wide and more alive than any other person on Earth, I began to wonder...
If I decided she had to die...
Would
I
ever forgive myself?
“Jacob,” she whispered.
I didn't look at her. “Yes?”
There was a moment before the seat squeaked with her shifting. “What's wrong this time?”
The same as always,
I thought to myself.
The same thought that has plagued me since I let myself allow you into my heart.
Squeezing the wheel, I stared straight ahead, tone calm and liquid. “Honestly, it's nothing.”
Our pocket filled with grim air. A black mood that I should have expected. I waited for her to speak, to say a single thing that confirmed her thoughts.
But as we made our way to the apartment... she never did.
We sat in silence, and I think, that was somehow worse.
Marina didn't need to speak. Not about this.
Without disturbing a speck of air, she told me what she was thinking in the most brazen of methods. That cloak of choking quiet.
Liar.
The word branded my soul.
She keeps thinking that I'm a liar.
The worst part, I couldn't have said she was wrong.
When it came to Marina and my sanity, lies were all I had these days.
And if I lost her... signed her death warrant...
They were all I would
ever
have.
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THE END
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All I've ever been good at is fighting and fucking.
Pure violence and wet sex. For years, it's been my life. If you think I'd get bored, you'd be very wrong. I'll never get enough.
Nothing can sate the ache that wants to bend any and every woman over, just to see how she tastes. I'm a man who aims to please, but no one holds my attention.
No one but Zoe.
My cock throbs at the very IDEA of her... I want to suffocate with my tongue inside her thighs.
When my phone rang, I didn't expect her pretty voice to beg me for help.
She thought I'd save her and that'd be it. Well.
Too bad.
I'm hooked on this girl—I want her more than water or air.
I wasn't her first.
But I planned to be her last.
Author's Note—Standalone full-length novel. Contains explicit and erotic scenes, a dirty bad boy with a filthy mouth, as well as themes of violence/mature situations.
What happens when two hitmen decide to share you?
From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Nora Flite
—the first book in Beyond Blood, a multi-part series: Jacob:
We've seen and done horrific things.
One rule keeps us from destroying each other: Share everything.
So when little miss curves and confidence swings her hips into our lives... Well. The rule can't change. I already said it. We share everything.
That includes Marina.
Even if we help her—the only kind of help two hitmen can offer—we can't let her live.
No risks. No mistakes.
We want to taste and touch and suffocate on this woman.
But our desires don't matter.
This ends with her in a cold grave.
Author's Note—Cliffhanger ahead! Book 2 is now available. This is
NOT
a Love Triangle. Contains explicit, erotic scenes and themes of violence/mature situations.
The first book in the Beyond Blood Series
Approximately 200 pages
Marina: When I'm near Kite and Jacob, the world shrinks. I ache for their skilled hands and warm tongues. I should be thinking about my revenge, but it's so hard to focus. This is true addiction.
I can't pick a favorite, I want them both.
Maybe I don't have to choose.
Pressed between two seductive men, lost in bliss, everything feels so amazing. Perfect.
Too bad I know it won't last.
I've figured out their plan. Death is waiting for me at the end of this.
Being brave used to be easy. I had nothing left to lose.
Why did they have to go and change that?
Author's Note—Cliffhanger ahead! The final book will be released 11/24/14. This is NOT a Love Triangle!
Genre: Romantic suspense. Contains explicit, erotic scenes and themes of violence/mature situations.
The second book in the Beyond Blood Series Approximately 190 pages ––––––––
F
or the Bond
Kite:
Getting close to her was a mistake. Dammit.
I shouldn't crave the woman I can't have. Marina is so tempting, so cruel.
Keeping her puts everything at risk.
But losing her will be the death of me.
I'll do whatever it takes to find a way to save her.
She belongs to us. No matter how this has to end...
Marina will always be ours.
Author's Note—The final book in the Beyond Blood series. This is
NOT
a Love Triangle!
Genre: Romantic suspense. Contains explicit, erotic scenes and themes of violence/mature situations.
Approximately 200 pages
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She thought she was stepping into fame: Meeting Drezden Halifax should have been a dream. But dreams are supposed to be sweet, fragile things that whisk you away. Not monsters crafted from hard fingers, gritty vocal cords and a voice so powerful it could tear my guts right out.
Maybe my heart, too.
Becoming the guitarist for Four and a Half Headstones was everything I needed.
Too bad the band's lead singer is doing his best to ruin everything I am.
He thought she would solve his troubles: Lola Cooper, god damn Lola Cooper. She was the perfect guitarist, fingers that could summon a sweet song or punch a chord. She's supposed to save my band, make us come out of this tour in one piece...
But I just want to tear HER to pieces.
No one should make me feel this way. One look at her, one smell, and I knew I'd have to have her. She does things to me that scare the shit out of me. Make me want to slam her on a wall and listen to her cries: eager or fearful, it doesn't matter.
I'm a monster...
And I don't even care.
Genre: New Adult Rockstar Romance This is the first installment of the Body Rock Series 25,000 words
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low Body Rock He knew he was addicted: I thought it'd be smoking that killed me. Lola is more addictive than tobacco could hope to be.
After feeling her warm body, touching her skin... even if it was an accident, I've given up.
The monster inside of me is going to consume her.
I'm too tired to fight it.
And I honestly don't want to.
She knew it was risking everything: Why is he trying to mess up my ONE opportunity at success?
My very god damn existence?
I can't handle this pull between us... a gravity that wants to knot our bodies together and leave me merged.
Ruined.
I thought Drezden cared about his band, that he wouldn't dare do anything that might break them— and me— apart.
When did I become the one thing worth losing it all over?
Genre: New Adult Rockstar Romance This is the second installment of the Body Rock Series 25,000 words
She wanted to be a rockstar: I finally have everything.
Fame, presence, the world knows who I am.
Now my life is even harder.
What do you do when every eye watching you is full of jealous hate?
I'm strong enough to not let strangers hurt me...
But when it's my own brother, the stakes change entirely.
He just wanted her to himself: My claws are in her, but I'm trapped, too.
Waking up, my first thoughts used to be about music.
Lola's changed all of that.
She consumes my dreams; my existence.
My band... the girl I'm obsessed with...
Is there room in this world for both of them?
If not, which do I choose?
Genre: New Adult Rockstar Romance This is the third installment of the Body Rock Series 25,000 words
He never wanted to look back: I've always run from my past. It's what keeps me sane; whole.
But what if not facing it means losing the girl I love?
Telling her the truth must sound so simple.