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Dark Fantasy, Romance, Horror

Date Published: October 18, 2024

 

 

Darkness is falling…

Things at Woods University are not what they seem. When Joey Sumner’s
roommate Maria joins the growing ranks of blazer-wearing supergeeks who roam
the campus in emotionless packs, Joey begins to think she has a problem.
Then Joey stumbles upon a secret ritual being performed on campus, and her
world is turned upside down. Joey and her boyfriend Will are forced to fight
for their lives against an ancient evil cult that is preying on the student
body. To make matters worse, their boss is one of them, and his obsession
for Joey goes way beyond thinking she has a cute ass…

 

Evil is growing…

A year after the mysterious death of her husband Terrence, Ada Ross is
still seeking answers. When handsome detective Eric Perfater comes back into
her life offering a chance to unravel the mystery of her husband’s demise,
Ada is more than ready to help. She’s also willing to throw off her endless
loneliness and wantonly offer herself to sexy Eric in bed… But a dark
shadow falls across their chance at happiness. Ada is a pawn in a desperate
man’s ploy to hang onto the past and take control of a secret society whose
very existence threatens the entire world.

Can the forces of evil’s hungry claws be defeated? Or will they all be
consumed by the Dark Legion?

 

Publisher’s Note: This duet contains the previously published novellas
Legion: University and Legion: Adult Education.

 

 

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Excerpt from University

“You’re late, G.I. Jane.” Will Martin winked at her as she walked
into the lab where they worked together and pulled the backpack from her
shoulder.

Joey grinned at him, a big stupid grin no doubt, but she didn’t care.

With his golden skin, sun-streaked hair and powerful body, Will was
nobody’s idea of a geeky scientist. Tall, handsome, with a bold nose, a sexy
mouth and dark blue eyes that could glitter with humor or darken to the
color of a stormy sea. Joey had never seen such a perfect blend of beauty
and intelligence in any other man. In the realm of science there was no
challenge he wouldn’t take on, no subject he wouldn’t tackle. Even Joey with
her very limited knowledge of virology knew that Will was well on his way to
making a difference in the world. It wouldn’t surprise her if he were the
one to someday find a cure for the AIDS virus, ending the suffering and
death of millions. She had that much faith in him.

His brilliant mind fascinated her almost as much as his hot, muscular body
and that was saying a lot. How many times had she satisfied herself while
thinking about Will? How many late night dreams had he haunted? The touch of
his rough hands on her aching breasts always felt so real in her dreams, so
good. She’d swear that the solid length of his body between her thighs, the
sensual glide of his cock in and out of her slick, ready passage were a
reality while she was dreaming.

Until she woke up in a sweaty tangle of bed sheets. After several seconds
of swearing and sometimes several more seconds with her vibrator, she could
usually get back to sleep. But not always. Sometimes she’d lie there and
think of clever ways to ask him out. A couple of times she even meant to
carry out her plans to ask him out to dinner, then maybe even ask him to her
bed. But she always chickened out at the last moment.

Joey grabbed her lab coat from its peg on the wall and watched Will as she
slipped it on. Will had no idea that she was totally infatuated with him and
she was afraid to make a move. They worked together after all. He was a
brilliant scientist. She was just a girl who’d gone into the army to pay for
college on the G.I. Bill and was now a way-older-than-average freshman. Joey
continued to watch him as he scribbled notes on a steno pad and peered into
the microscope before him, his muscular upper body straining against the lab
coat he wore. How could someone like her ever hope to get the attention of
someone like him?

“That’s new.” Dr. Rafe Bowen caught her off guard. Hooking the
golden charm bracelet that circled her wrist with a long finger, he pulled
her arm up to scrutinize it before releasing her.

“Yes,” she said, recovering from the start. “It was a
gift.”

“From whom?” he asked in his clipped British accent, his hazel
eyes watching her intently.

Her eyes darted to Will. But he didn’t appear to be paying attention to
their conversation. Damn him! “My sister,” Joey answered
blandly.

Rafe Bowen nodded, but continued to gaze at her speculatively. Rafe was her
supervisor in the lab. He was a handsome man with his chestnut hair and
well-defined, cultured features. He wasn’t as tall as Will, his build
average. From what little she knew of him he was probably in his early
forties but he looked remarkably young for his age. He could pass for
someone in his early thirties easily. It helped that he was easy to work for
and generous with his time. He taught several virology courses in addition
to his research.

Joey had long suspected that her boss had more than a passing interest in
her. Rafe would stare at her when he thought she wasn’t looking and it made
Joey pretty damned uncomfortable. He’d always insisted that she call him by
his given name, though she never had. But he’d given her a job when she’d
given up hope of finding one. That alone had made her first year at Woods
University much easier than it could have been for a twenty-five-year-old
freshman.

“Why are you two here?” he asked, frowning.

Joey exchanged a glance with Will and let him answer.

“Next week is spring break,” Will pointed out. “If we don’t
run the analysis on the Aspergillus cultures now, we’ll lose them. They
won’t be any good when we get back.”

Joey couldn’t help with the analysis, wouldn’t know how. She knew that
Aspergillus was a mold and a respiratory allergen but that was about
it.

But the money sure would come in handy.

“What about tomorrow and Friday?”

“Exams,” Will and Joey answered in unison.

Rafe blew out a frustrated sigh. “You’re not staying long. I have to
be at a meeting in an hour.”

“We’ll lock up,” Will assured him.

Joey’s heart began thumping in earnest. Alone with Will Martin? Oh, yes,
that would be fine.

Rafe’s expression grew darker. It wasn’t like him.

“You’ll leave when I do,” he said curtly. When it appeared Will
was about to say something else, he added, “End of
discussion.”

Will’s gaze followed him as Rafe marched to his office and closed the door
behind him. He shook his head, giving Joey a sardonic half smile.

“What crawled up his ass today?” Will glanced up at the lab’s
clock, prompting her to do the same. It was five minutes to six in the
evening. “Want to get started on prep?”

Joey nodded and walked to the autoclave on the counter opposite the lab
door. Pulling open the door, she frowned when she found it empty.

“Crap! Someone took all the instruments I autoclaved last night,”
Joey grumbled. How would they have time to do anything now if she had to
sterilize more instruments?

Will glanced over his shoulder at her but didn’t seem concerned.
“Turner probably took them for his class, that lazy asshole. Just
sterilize some more. We’ve got time.”

Joey motioned toward Rafe’s office with her thumb.

“Let me worry about him.” Will waved her on.

When Joey hesitated he smiled, a flash of white teeth. Her nipples
tightened to hard little points in an instant.

“Go on.” He motioned her to continue with her work. “How’s
your French class going?”

I know all the dirty words. I could recite them for you.

“I’m doing okay.” Wasn’t that a waste of a good conversation
opener? Think! “I’ve really enjoyed the biology labs. The experiments
have been very interesting.”

“Yeah?” Will’s back was to her. He kept right on with his work.
“Which ones interested you the most?”

Her mind went blank. That would teach her to use something she had little
interest in to get his attention. Shit! “The genetics
experiments,” she finally answered. She knew there had been a
couple.

“I think the corn genetics experiment is the best that they
offer.” He paused a moment as he read over his notes. “Morten had
a good idea there. Students get to germinate and grow F2 corn seeds and
determine the inheritance pattern of the albino trait and what the P and F2
generations’ genotypes must have been. Did you like that one?”

“I did.” Joey remembered it anyway.

“We might make a scientist out of you yet.” Will peered at her
over his shoulder. “What are your plans for your time here? I don’t
think I’ve ever asked you that.”

Her mouth went dry.

To jump your bones?

 

About the Author

Isabella Jordan is the alter ego of an otherwise stressed out web designer,
programmer, and internet junkie. When she’s not trying to perfect her own
personal caffeine IV drip, she enjoys spending time with her family, doing
volunteer work, and writing. She loves creating new stories of all kinds and
chatting with readers and friends.

Isabella would love to hear from her readers!

 

Author Website

 

Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok:
@changelingpress

 

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Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Romantic Comedy

Date Published: May 10, 2024

A princess with a problem…

Meela must marry a prince from another planet in order to ensure the
security of her people. Trouble is Meela’s known to be a bit feisty, and
sometimes that gets her into trouble. It’s bad enough she has no say in who
she’ll marry. Worse still, the queen places an obedience curse on Meela to
thwart her errant ways.

As a result of the curse, Meela finds herself in plenty of predicaments not
exactly fit for a princess. But what’s a princess to do when two gorgeous
hunks come along and place sensual demands on her Meela’s not sure she can
— or even wants to — deny?

 

 

 

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Meela stared into the flowing red river before kneeling on the grassy bank
to sulk. The red colored water rushing by her looked like blood. There were
so many red rivers on the planet that they’d looked like veins on its
surface to Meela when the star cruiser she’d traveled in approached it
earlier.

Now that she was here, she wished that someone had told her to throw
herself in the river. Her nurse had only told her to take a walk to calm her
mind. It was a rare freedom for Meela. Probably her last.

Today was the day Meela had been preparing for her whole life. Later today
she would be presented to the queen of this planet along with two other
princesses from neighboring planets. The queen would then allow her sons to
each choose the girl he wanted for his bride beginning with her oldest son,
her heir.

It wasn’t that Meela minded the arranged marriage. She was a princess after
all and her duty was to her people. Her marriage to a Prince of Nelot, the
strongest planet with the most powerful army in the system, would ensure the
protection of her people. She’d been promised in marriage since her birth
and all of her teachings were in preparation for fulfilling this
obligation.

Meela accepted that.

But when she was sixteen, the Queen of Nelot, a sorceress she was to find
out, paid a visit to Meela and her family on their home planet, Bano. She
wanted to meet Meela, considering one day she would be the bride of one of
her sons.

The queen was pleased with Meela. A little too pleased in fact. She
explained to Meela’s parents that their daughter was indeed beautiful,
cultured and intelligent — befitting a Princess of Nelot. But she felt
those very virtues put Meela in danger from others and from herself until
the wedding, so she placed an enchantment upon Meela. From that day forward,
Meela would be obedient, would do whatever she was told, until her future
husband arranged her release from the spell.

Her life had been misery ever since.

At first, Meela and her family didn’t realize just what curse had been
bestowed upon her. A few nights later Meela became angry at her father for
not allowing her some privilege. She sat complaining in her rooms while her
nurse brushed her hair. Finally her frustrated nurse told her to hold her
tongue.

It had taken several hours for the entire family to discover that someone
had to tell Meela to let go of her tongue before she could pry her fingers
away.

It got worse. While her parents enjoyed their new power over Meela, the
power to make her work at her studies longer and attend royal functions in
their places, soon they learned there was a danger to the curse. Once, one
of Meela’s friends at court had dared her to kiss the handsome visiting
ambassador from the planet Dalu. Unable to stop herself, she’d walked right
up to the man and kissed him full on the mouth.

Her parents had been so alarmed by the turn of events that she was placed
under the strictest watch until the time of her wedding. No more fun outings
with her friends. No more boring royal functions even. Meela was only
allowed to attend the most important celebrations on her planet, and then
only for a short time with at least a dozen people watching her every
movement. They might as well have locked her away in a prison.

Perhaps that is what the Queen of Nelot had intended when she’d placed the
enchantment on her.

Years passed while the Princes of Nelot fought off one legion of intruders
to their system after another, the stories of their glorious victories
painting them as great warriors. By the time the Queen of Nelot sent for
Meela for the bridal selection and subsequent wedding, she was twenty-seven,
going out of her mind with boredom, and had taken to finding creative ways
of watching the private activities of guests to the palace. It was as close
as she had ever come to having sex after all.

And now that she was here on Nelot, ready to be selected by one of the
queen’s sons and do her duty for her parents and her people, she was pretty
damned unhappy. Wasn’t it enough of a sacrifice to have the person she’d
spend her life with, share a bed with and have children for, chosen for her?
Then to have the hateful curse of obedience placed on her, robbing her of
her last years of freedom?

Meela no longer wanted to marry any son of the woman who had done this to
her. Meela didn’t even want to meet the princes.

“It’s not fair,” Meela grumbled at her reflection far below in
the red water.

“What’s not fair?”

That deep male voice alerted her to the fact that she was no longer alone.
With as much composure as she could muster, Meela turned her head slowly.
She was unescorted, without any of her attendants who understood her
enchantment, for the first time since she had kissed the ambassador at
court. The pace of her heartbeat grew along with her anxiety.

“That I can’t stay and enjoy this beautiful view,” Meela said in
her best royal voice with her practiced princess smile.

Yet she forgot all about how she was to speak or smile as she gazed at the
two men standing before her, their dress indicating that they were common
soldiers of the planet. They looked very much alike, both tall men with
bodies of steel, the snug black uniforms they wore revealing that they were
all hard, firm muscles.

 

About the Author

Isabella Jordan is the alter ego of an otherwise stressed out web designer,
programmer, and internet junkie. When she’s not trying to perfect her own
personal caffeine IV drip, she enjoys spending time with her family, doing
volunteer work, and writing. She loves creating new stories of all kinds and
chatting with readers and friends.

Isabella would love to hear from her readers!

 

Author Website

 

Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok:
@changelingpress

 

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SciFi Romance, Action Adventure, Multiple Partners

Date Published: March 10 2023

 

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Tired of being taken for granted, Emelia Drake decides to confront her
latest loser boyfriend. Instead of the satisfaction she hoped for, she finds
herself caught in an elaborate and dangerous web.

Nick Cormac and Chase Turner seek to protect an innocent woman from the web
of darkness that’s shattered their lives. The survivors of dark
experiments and torture at the hands of a mercenary who wanted to create a
legion of superior soldiers, Nick and Chase are part of an elite,
highly-skilled group intending to stop the mercenary once and for all.

They know Emelia is too good for them and their world, but that
doesn’t change the fact that they want her. Will they be able to keep
her safe? How can they ever let her go?

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Copyright ©2023 Isabella Jordan

 

Emelia Drake’s heart dropped as she spotted Scott’s car parked
at a seedy-looking bar on the outskirts of the city. Amy, her coworker who
lived nearby, had mentioned seeing Scott’s very distinctive Camaro at
the bar several times lately. Emelia wouldn’t have been curious except
that over the last several days, she hadn’t had a lot of luck reaching
him. Once he explained his phone’s battery had died. Another time he
was out of range, working with some new client.

It had been a month now and she’d barely seen him. Emelia tried hard
to give him the benefit of the doubt, she really did. Scott was an
architect, and a good one. It was one of the reasons she liked having him as
a boyfriend, shallow as it was to admit. But who was she kidding? Scott had
cheated on her before. A couple of times. And the chants of “if he
does it once” from well meaning friends were really starting to get
old.

So, Emelia had gotten home from work, downed a couple of small glasses of
bourbon for courage, and decided to go for a ride. In her gut, she knew
she’d find him. She always did.

This time, though. This time she wouldn’t sit out in the parking lot
staring at his car in tears. She had no intention of driving away in shame
and waiting until he got tired of the other woman and came back to her. No.
Not this time.

Climbing out of the car, Emelia braced herself. She was going to look so
out of place in there. Here she was in her pencil skirt and blouse, kitten
heels and her hair up in a neat twist. Why hadn’t her dumb ass changed
clothes?

But she just had to do this. She had to face him down. Just once.

Because this was over.

Yanking open the door, she walked into a classic smoky barroom, filled with
rougher people than she normally kept company with. Emelia mentally shook
her head. What was Scott doing here? It usually pained him to converse with
anyone making less than a hundred grand a year and he was here?

Some old rock tune with a heavy bass blared above the din of conversation
around her. She tried to see if she could spot him there. She was
half-praying that she wouldn’t, that it was an incredible coincidence,
that someone had a Camaro just like his. She could go home, crawl into her
bed, and just hide  there for a day or two.

When her heel caught on a rough board, Emelia almost went flying, but
strong hands steadied her as she regained her balance. Turning, she glanced
up at her rescuer and just stared. Steel blue eyes met hers set in a truly
handsome face, all strong-jaw and nice lines with a scruffy beard and thick,
wavy dark hair that just touched his shoulders.

Damn. Why had she never come here before?

“Thank you,” she told him, truly grateful that he saved her
from making a spectacle of her self earlier than she intended.

“You okay?” he asked, his gaze raking her over.

Emelia nodded, looking him over, too. He was all muscles covered in denim
and leather and…

She needed to focus. Find Scott. You’re not here for the hot biker
dude.

“Yeah, thank you,” she told him with a smile. She left him
there, watching as he took a seat across from a blond who was even bigger
than he was and just as gorgeous. The blond’s eyes lit up with
amusement. When he caught her gaze, he winked at her.

Jesus.

When she reached the very back of the bar, she spotted Scott in a booth,
wearing a leather jacket she’d never seen before, with a T-shirt and
jeans. That was new. Snuggled up against his side was a very attractive
woman with a head full of flame-red ringlets, big green eyes, and
ruby-painted lips. She laughed at something Scott said, and he answered by
pressing a kiss just under her ear, nuzzling under her hair.

Emelia’s heart sank. Well, okay then.

Across from them sat a huge guy with a military haircut and his back to
her, so she couldn’t get a good look at him. Now what are you going to
do, genius?

It had been a mistake to walk in. Especially when she knew what she’d
find. Just as she knew she’d let him come crawling back to her when he
was done with the Julia Roberts wannabe.

And it was at that moment Scott spotted her.

His dark eyes widened. Shocked, he abruptly jumped up from the seat,
throwing the redhead off in a way Emelia would have found comical if
circumstances were different. “Emelia, what are you doing here?”
Scott asked in a not-so-steady voice. His eyes were glassy and red, and he
wasn’t entirely stable on his feet. He’d been drinking. A
lot.

Emelia smiled, wanting to come across as sassy and empowered but not quite
hitting that note. “I saw your car outside.” She jerked her
thumb in the direction of the bar’s entrance. “I thought
I’d stop by and say hi.”

“Is this your girlfriend?” The redhead was beaming at her from
the seat, her chin propped in one hand. “She’s so… sweet.
Don’t you think she’s sweet, Alex?”

The military guy glanced over his shoulder at her, his dark gaze roaming
over her in a way that made her cringe. Then he smirked at her.
“Yeah.”

Scott’s gaze shifted from Alex to Emelia and back again. Licking his
lips, he returned his attention to her. He looked nervous. Somehow, she
didn’t think it was because he’d been caught by his girlfriend
snuggling up to a redhead.

“I’m going to be out for a while tonight,” Scott told
Emelia. “Why don’t you go on home and I’ll call you
tomorrow? Yeah?”

Something was wrong. Usually when she confronted Scott about any of his
little side bitches, he’d be furious. That has been part of the reason
confronting him in a public place had seemed like a good idea. As pissy mad
as he usually got, in public he wouldn’t be able to throw things at
her or swing at her as he normally did. Not without risking someone would
get the police involved.

Now Scott just seemed… worried. What had he gotten himself
into?

Emelia nodded, uneasy. “I’m going to take off. Don’t
worry about calling me,” she said in a shaky voice. “I’m
good.”

The line was meant to mark her exit. Just as she turned around, a hand
caught her elbow. She looked up in fear as Alex rose from his side of the
booth, his grip on her firm. He was a big guy, towering over her. The smirk
he wore just made it worse. “So, does that mean you’re available
now, sweet thing?” Alex drawled, his grip tightening around her
bicep.

Emelia yanked on her arm to pull free. His fingers flexed. Now it hurt.
“Let me go, please.” Emelia forced herself to meet his gaze.
“Please?”

“Hey, man,” Scott jumped in at that point. “Hey,
she’s—”

Alex held up his other hand to cut him off. “I’m just going to
walk her out to her car. It’s a rough neighborhood. I just want to
make sure she’s taken care of.”

The redhead’s grin widened, and Emelia’s stomach dropped.
“I’ll be fine,” Emelia told him as forcefully as she could
manage.

Alex lowered his face, his dark, mean eyes glaring into hers. “I
insist.” Alex walked around her and then proceeded to pretty much drag
her away from the booth. A quick look back showed Scott just watching, with
his mouth hanging open.

Emelia struggled, trying to pull free. When the front entrance came into
sight, she decided she’d just start screaming. No way she was going to
let the man drag her out of the bar and do who-knew-what with her.

Abruptly, the man came to a halt in front of her, causing her to run into
his back. Something had surprised him enough to loosen his grip and Emelia
yanked back the moment she felt it, pulling free of him. As she made it
around him, she realized it was the blond man who’d been sitting with
her rescuer who’d stopped them. And while Alex whoever-he-was was a
big guy, he had nothing on the blond blocking his exit. The hot guy with
long, dark hair stepped in front of her, shielding her from Alex.

“You’re in our way,” Alex growled at the taller
man.

The man had sky-blue eyes, a strong jaw, and blond hair cut short. His
shoulders were as wide as church doors and his muscles had muscles under a
heavy, worn leather coat, shirt and jeans. He cut an intimidating figure as
his glare locked with that of the guy who’d been trying to drag her
out of the bar.

“I’m not blocking your way,” the blond corrected him,
tipping his head in Emelia’s direction.

She felt much safer tucked behind the broad back of the dark-haired man.
Her palms were pressed to his back and he felt muscly, too. Damn.

“She’s with me,” Alex told him, his voice low.

“You with him, sweetheart?” the blond asked her.

Emelia shook her head. “No, I’m not.”

“Guess that means she’s with us,” the brunet said,
grinning over his shoulder at her. “You with us?”

Emelia didn’t know these two anymore than she did Alex, but the vibes
she got from them felt much safer. She was willing to chance it.
“Yes,” Emelia said loud enough for Alex to hear.

Alex’s glare had her heart lurching in her chest. After a meaningful
moment, that intense gaze shifted back to the blond. “My
mistake,” he said, his lips pressed into a thin line. When he headed
back in the direction of Scott’s table, she released the breath she
hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

The two men waited until he was out of earshot before herding her back to
the booth where they’d been sitting. The dark-haired man seated her
between himself and the wall.

“How you fellas doing?” A tall waitress with curly hair smiled
at them as she stopped at their booth.

“A couple more,” the blond motioned to the mostly empty glasses
on the table before them. “What about you, sweetheart?”

Drinking was the last thing she should be contemplating but she was going
to need to calm down, to get her mind around what just happened. “A
Whiskey Sour, please.”

The waitress nodded. “Be right back.”

“You okay?” the blond asked, the concern in those bright blue
eyes seeming genuine.

Emelia nodded. “I will be. I think.”

“What are you doing here?” the brunet asked meaningfully.

She blew out a sharp breath. “Confronting a cheating
boyfriend?”

The two of them exchanged a look. “That was your boyfriend?”
The brunet jerked his thumb in the direction of Scott’s table.

Emelia shook her head. “I don’t know the big guy. Scott’s
my boyfriend. Was my boyfriend. He’s the one back there all over the
redhead.”

“Do you know the woman?” the blond wanted to know.

Emelia shook her head again.

“Well, sorry about that,” the brunet said slowly. “But
you might have bigger problems now.”

“Why?” Then she stopped, remembered how uneasy Scott had seemed
at her arrival. “He’s gotten into something he shouldn’t
have, huh?”

Again, the two men exchanged a look.

“You can tell me.” Her relationship was definitely over now.
Whatever was going on between him and redhead and Alex? She wanted no part
of that.

“Yeah, he’s gotten himself into something he shouldn’t
have,” the brunet went on. “Problem is, they’ve seen you
now.”

“So?” Emelia thanked the waitress who came back with the round
of drinks. “I don’t have anything to do with it.”

The blond held up a hand to halt their conversation until the waitress
left.

“You do if they think they can use you against him,” the blond
explained.

“Excuse me?” Emelia stared at him as she worked on her drink,
enjoying the way it burned into her stomach. “I don’t think they
missed the part where I showed up and found him cuddled up to another woman.
I told him not to call me. It’s over. Done. Whatever is going on there
doesn’t involve me.”

“It does if they think they can use you to motivate him to do
something they want,” the brunet continued. “Do you know
anything about them? Why he’s with them?”

“Are you undercover cops or something?” Emelia wanted to know,
fear creeping into her head. “Why all the questions?”

“We’re the ones who are going to get your ass safely out of
here, so don’t worry about it,” the blond snapped. “Do you
know anything about them?”

The impatient tone got her attention. “No, I don’t.”
Emelia forced herself to meet his gaze. “Scott’s an architect.
He’d been telling me that he was putting in a lot of hours with a new
client, a woman. He’s designing some sort of special building for her.
That’s what he told me. I really haven’t heard anything from him
for weeks, so I found him here and decided to confront him. Guess it
wasn’t my best idea.”

“You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time,” the brunet
told her. “I’ll give you that. What’s your
name?”

She looked from him to the blond and back, ultimately deciding that it was
in her best interest to be nice. “Emelia,” she told him.
“Who are you?”

“He’s Nick,” the brunet offered. “I’m
Chase.”

Emelia worked on downing her drink, trying to calm the riot of thoughts in
her head. She’d shown up to confront her loser boyfriend. His cheating
ways had apparently led him to get involved with some people he should have
avoided. What happened now? All she really wanted to do now was go home,
call in sick for the rest of the week and feel sorry for herself with more
bourbon and ice cream.

Something told her she wasn’t going to get her wish.

“Thank you,” she said after a moment. “Whatever’s
going on, you didn’t have to keep him from dragging me out of here,
but you did.”

Something like admiration lit Nick’s eyes and he nodded.

The brunet, Chase, sat back on the booth seat, wrapping an arm around her
shoulders. Emelia stiffened but she didn’t protest. “Can I go
home now?” Emelia hated the pitiful note in her own voice.

“Do you live close by?” Nick asked, scrubbing a hand over his
jaw.

Emelia shrugged. “I’m about three miles away. I’ll be
okay to drive.”

Nick shook his head. “I’m sure you are, but if he decides to
look for you, it won’t take him long at all to find you.”

Emelia’s heart ached in her chest. “Why would he? Apparently, I
don’t matter to Scott.” Oh, that hurt to admit. And come find
her? How insane was what they were telling her? They couldn’t be
right, could they?

Chase’s gaze locked with hers. “Doesn’t matter to them.
And Alex seems like the type of guy who’d make the most of his
mistake.”

Emelia didn’t mistake his meaning. What if he did come looking for
her? What could she do? Both men watched her reaction while her mind
reeled.

“Hey,” Nick got her attention, pulled her out of her mind.
“Sorry. Not trying to scare the shit out of you. Just trying to be
realistic. I’m sorry you stumbled into this, but you did.”

Whatever it was, it was real. She’d felt so uncomfortable at
Scott’s table when she’d gone back there to face him. Something
had been off about the entire situation. What if they were right? What if
she was in danger?

“We’ll keep you safe,” Nick told her…

 

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