Donna gently kicked my slipper. “You’re sitting on Aiden’s face.”
Tessa snorted. “You’re on a green turd.”
I took my controller and drew it up closer, sitting between my sisters, which had always been my place. My fun and safe and given place. Sure, tomorrow I’d have to figure out what to do about Jareth Davey. Then I’d have to decide if I wanted to date anybody, and I wanted to figure out a heck of a lot more about Aiden. Regardless. I needed to delve deep and truly understand the feelings I had for him. Cousin Wanda the shrink would help with that.
But tonight, I was going to eat too much, laugh just enough, and play X-Box with my sisters.
“You ready?” Donna asked, pressing the button.
“Yeah,” I said, meaning it on every front. “Let’s do this.”
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The Anna Albertini Files Book 2
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The Past Never Stays Buried
Anna Albertini is settling into a routine while ignoring the fact that the blue-eyed Irishman she’d allowed into her bed has up and disappeared on her. Two weeks without a phone call is no big deal, but still. With her hottie Italian boss goofing up the prosecuting attorney’s office, she at least has something to fix. Until she appears in court, across from her sister Tessa’s dirtbag ex. Then she has a mission.
Unfortunately, Anna isn’t the only person who wants the ex put behind bars…or in the ground. Which is not a problem until she and a local cop find the ex-boyfriend deader than dead…with both her sister and Aiden standing over the body.
As a prosecuting attorney, it’s Anna’s job to build a case against Tessa and Aiden. As a sister, it’s SO her job to get Tess out of this mess. As Aiden’s…what? Lover—girlfriend—friend from the past—it’s Anna’s job to figure out who the heck he really is. She has to dig out the truth, regardless of her ambitious boss or the cranky cop trying to thwart her every move. Sometimes a woman has to take matters into her own hands, regardless of the consequences.
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REBEL’S KARMA
REBEL’S KARMA
Chapter 1
The smell of the earth, deep and true, centered her in the hastily created tunnel. It probably said something about Karma that she preferred darkness, muddy walls, and being underground to anywhere else. Battery operated lanterns had been dropped haphazardly along the trail, their artificial light dancing across the dirt-packed walls and highlighting minerals she couldn’t name as she descended quickly, the swish of her skirt the only sound beneath ground.
She bent her head, trying to stay in the moment and not panic at the job to come. One she was no more prepared for than she had been for mating a Kurjan general nearly two centuries ago. Or was it closer to three?
Taking a deep breath, she turned the corner and faced the cell. The one and only cell that had been dug the day before, just in case it was needed.
It was.
She swallowed.
The male sprawled across the ground, so large he could probably spread his arms and reach the cement blocks on one side and the steel bars on the other. If he’d been conscious. Instead, bruises mottled his face and neck, while a wound bled freely beneath his jaw. The red ran down beyond his ear to pool on the dirt beneath him.
She couldn’t breathe.
It really was him. Even with the bruises, blood, and dirt covering his face, she recognized him from more than a year ago. He’d tried to pull her into a helicopter with him after he’d attacked the Kurjan stronghold. He was bad, and he was the enemy, and yet…he’d saved several kidnapped human females from the Kurjans.
Had he thought he was saving her? Or, had he hurt those human females? Were they now in a worse position than they’d faced with the Kurjan nation?
She waited patiently, as she’d been taught through the years. The guard would get to her when he had time. The medical supplies in her pack became heavy, so she set them down, stepping closer to the bars to study the male.
Benjamin Horatio Lawrence Reese. He was a vampire-demon hybrid, large even for his kind. At about six-foot-seven, or maybe eight, he was as tall as many Kurjans. The wideness of his torso tapered down to his waist and led to long legs. His boots had to be a size eighteen, and his hands were big enough to cause colossal damage.