Prince of Spies - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,81

die, it’s him. Deliberately orphaning a beautiful baby like Tor is just one of his crimes, but that’s the one that hurts me the most.”

Roland reached out with his muscular arms and pulled her close. “You have a kind and brave heart, Lana. We’ll keep Tor safe and see he grows up strong and true. He’ll be protected and loved by all the dragons of my land. I can assure you of that. And he’ll be respected as he grows. Ice Dragons are not to be trifled with and he’ll grow into that responsibility with our guidance.”

Roland pulled her close and kissed her long and hard, his hot tongue sweeping into her mouth and lighting a fire in her belly she’d never felt before. His strong hands swept up her smooth legs, rubbing beneath the hem of her tunic and up the curves of her ass as she struggled mindlessly to get closer to him. She’d never felt such passion, such heady delight.

Someone wants her. And someone else wants her…dead.

Savage Betrayal

© 2012 Shelli Stevens

Savage, Book 2

If life as a not-fully-human has taught Agent Grace Masterson anything, it’s that she’ll never again be anyone’s sitting duck. Whoever is deftly evading the traps around her remote sanctuary outside Seattle, she intends to shove his easily sensed self-confidence way, way up where the sun don’t shine.

When she comes face to face—and body to body—with Darrius Hilliard, relief and lingering guilt over past choices weaken her knees. Plus something bad. Really bad. A surprising, intense desire for her fellow agent.

Darrius knows what Grace needs, and it’s not the kid-glove treatment. If she’s ever to overcome her past trauma and return to full active duty status with the P.I.A, she needs a strong shoulder. Yet he’s shocked at how quickly he’s become physically and emotionally entwined with her.

Fighting their growing attraction to one another becomes secondary, though, when it becomes clear that someone not only isn’t thrilled at Grace’s return, they want her gone. Maybe even dead…

Warning: This book contains an alpha male who likes to take control, federal agents that can be a little primal, sex that’s steaming, lives at risks, and nearly orgasmic maple bars.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Savage Betrayal:

Someone was on her property.

Despite the massive heat from the glass-blowing furnace in front of her, an icy chill swept through Grace’s body. It faded into anger that coiled quickly through her limbs, tightening her muscles as disbelief pounded in her blood.

How? How had someone made it through without tripping any alarms? No average human could’ve done that.

Which is exactly why he’d succeeded. He wasn’t average. He wasn’t even fully human. Whoever was stalking her house was just like her. Their genetic abnormality meant they were part of a species that most of the world’s population was oblivious to—would be incapable of comprehending. It also made them highly elusive.

But she knew exactly what he was—this person on her property, and the knowledge that he was one of her own kind offered little comfort. Maybe once it might have, but not anymore.

He made no attempts to hide what he was, or his arrival at her isolated home a half hour outside of Seattle.

The son of a bitch. Her fury expanded, growing as hot and threatening as the fire she’d been using to create her glass sculptures.

For a moment she considered using the blowpipe in her hand as a weapon, but decided it might hinder more than help. With steady hands, she laid it down and turned off the furnace before rushing back to flick off the lights in the garage.

Whoever was approaching the building might want the element of surprise—like hell would she let him have it. He should know better than to think he’d have that advantage. Even if he’d deftly avoided all her little traps and alarms, she would never be a sitting duck.

Grace moved to the window, tugging the curtain aside just enough to peer out into the chilly autumn morning. The sunrise left streaks of pink in the sky and the fog outside curled its heavy fingers through dense evergreen trees and past the rotting wood of her fence some fifty feet away. It left patches of her property in shadow and gaping open areas where there was nowhere to hide.

And yet he did. Though she couldn’t immediately spot the intruder, she knew he was there. Watching. Waiting to make his next move. She could smell the scent of his confidence and determination.

Come any closer, you bastard, and I’ll shove