Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
This really is messed up.
Finding the number for a locksmith, I hit call and wedge the phone between my ear and shoulder before striding back to my door. As the phone rings, I find myself reaching up to the dagger and curling my fingers around the hilt. It’s so sleek and cool with intricate designs etched into the blade. It almost looks ancient, as though someone spent way too many hours working on this thing by hand.
I yank it out of the back of my door, gripping the calling card with my other hand as it comes free. I bring the card closer to my face, scanning over every inch of it. The glossy E stands out on the black background, and I hate to admit it, but the card is almost sexy. It’s alluring and draws me in, making me wonder what secrets it possesses. What the hell does the E stand for and where did it come from? Who left it here, and why is it important that I received it?
Flipping the card over, I scan the back just to check I’m not missing any important clues, but it’s blank, giving absolutely nothing away. The locksmith’s voice sounds through the phone, and I discard the card on my bedside table before getting busy booking him. I breathe a sigh of relief when he confirms our appointment for this afternoon, and before I know it, Cara is out of the shower and I’m getting in right after her.
The afternoon drags by as we wait for the locksmith to arrive. We don’t mention the card or the dagger, but simply sit in silence, willing this bullshit to just go away. I don’t need drama in my life. I had plenty of that in Missouri with my ex, and I was more than happy to leave him behind.
I hear the sound of a motorbike on the street and find myself creeping toward the living room window. The rumble is so loud, I feel the vibrations through the ground and right up into my chest. Peering out the window, a soft smile pulls at the corners of my lips, finding none other than Dalton Eros.
Last night he was covered in shadows as I talked to him in the darkness, but now, in the light of day, I see it all. He’s not just gorgeous, he’s delicious. Tall, muscled, and holy hell, the smoldering thing is even better than I remember. Dark pants and a black shirt hug his body, and I find myself desperate to tear it off him with my teeth.
Dalton straddles a black Harley, looking like sex on legs, and everything deep in my core clenches.
I’m in trouble.
It’s one thing meeting an alluring stranger out in the street but seeing him straddling a bike like that is my weakness. I don’t know how he did it, but in one fell swoop, Dalton Eros has found my kryptonite and isn’t afraid to use it against me.
My mouth waters, and as if sensing my stare, Dalton glances toward my living room window. A short moment of panic tears at my chest, and I consider running for my goddamn life, but what’s the point? He’s seen me now. I might as well own it. Besides, a man like that knows what kind of effect he has on women.
Dalton holds my stare, and there’s something raw in his eyes, something that has me ready to fuck him right there out in the street. As if he’s reading the wicked thoughts ripping through my mind, a sly grin pulls across his lips. He winks and I just about die.
Holy fuck. I’m not just in trouble, I’m as good as dead.
This man will get whatever he wants from me, and I’ll give it up willingly before begging for more.
He reaches for the handlebar and pulls back on it, revving the engine and letting the sound rumble recklessly through the quiet street. The sound is deafening, but damn, it’s doing something to me I wasn’t expecting. I’m dripping wet, and the realization of just how far I’d go to get what I need from this man almost drops me to my knees.
Dalton doesn’t take his eyes off me as he puts the Harley into gear, that cocky grin still lingering. He laughs and just like that, he hits the gas, taking off down the street like a bat out of hell, leaving me gasping for air.
The chokehold this man has on me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. He’s got me right where he wants me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Moving back to Faders Bay might have just been the most careless thing I’ve ever done. Though one thing is for sure, if I’m gonna get screwed, then I hope to God it’s by a man like Dalton Eros.