This week’s #FridayFling snippet comes from my latest WIP. Arin and Nikita were once on opposite sides of a war. Then a bigger force attacked and now they’re teaming up to fight that instead. Here, they’re discussing the past and Arin’s actions. The prompt was “justify”. “For what it’s worth, I was disgusted by that […]
Paladin was used to how women reacted to him. He’d even turned the heads of a few men. He watched Miss Wells take him in — how she flushed and then went pale, her jaw tightening. The latter wasn’t standard. Then again, neither was getting surprised and then kidnapped. First time for everything, he supposed. […]
Bea Wells used Paladin’s moment of shock to slam into him, her shoulder to his sternum, and pin him against one the ugly garden statues. His grunt of pain did little to stem her utter fury. It was bad enough that he’d taken Vermain’s job, but getting between her and the bastard? He’d ruined weeks […]
Paladin paused in the anteroom. There was something that Vermain wasn’t telling him — he just knew it. Nobody circumvented heavy security for a lark. Whoever had, wanted to make the honest businessman sweat, and that was personal. The woman who’d been with Vermain when he’d gone in was sat at a desk, talking on […]
He was the sort of figure that few paid any attention to. Bespectacled, rumpled suit, greying hair. Just another businessman on a trip to London. Seen but not seen. Not really. By design — there was little point to an alter-ego if it came to close to the reality. He cleared customs and exited Heathrow. […]