She's a thief bent on vengeance. He's a fighter determined to steal his thief's heart.
Vyolet is a thief and mistress of many disguises. Every city knows her by a different name. It comes in handy when she's running from her psychotic cousin. A cousin she has always stayed one step ahead until her boss forces Vyolet to turn the tables and hunt her archnemesis. Captured and left to die in a Scavenger Installation, she's hellbent on escaping before her cousin returns to kill her.
Stryfe is a fighter born and raised in the deepest pits the Scavenger Installations had to offer until he escaped. Years later, he now helps rescue others from his fate within the Installations. However, this last mission goes horribly wrong when the installation he infiltrates explodes.
Crammed into a box with a thief as they both await death, Stryfe is intrigued by her fearlessness. Hearing that the thief expects to die on her own mission, he refuses to let that happen. However, in helping her, he didn't expect his heart to be stolen during the mission.
Joining forces, Vyolet and Stryfe bring both beauty and brawn to bear on the most dangerous enemy either has faced. Will the
Vyolet turned toward him. Her hand absently stroked one of his braids and then her eyes met his. Fire sparked in the rich chocolate orbs turning them molten.
"You need to be sure, Vy." Stryfe's gaze delved into hers.
"I am," she whispered as she stood on her toes to reach his mouth.
"I won't let you go after this." He gave her one more chance. He knew living with him wouldn't be easy, there were too many demons knocking around inside of him to ever be a comfortable companion. She was the first person who had been able to quiet the demons and let more of his personality show. With her he was happy for the first time... and he'd kill anyone who threatened to take her from him.
"You will not be with anyone else ever."
Startled eyes swung up and clung with his. "What?"
"You will not be with anyone else. If we continue you need to understand from this moment on you will be mine." He punctuated that statement by pressing his lips against her opened mouth. Darting his tongue in for a brief taste her gaze held doubt as she followed her meandering hand that trailed down his neck.
"I don't care what markings you have, because I have them too and you find me attractive." He knew he was smirking when she didn't contradict him, she did find him attractive he scented it on her even now.
"You're crazy, wild man to think anyone else will do."
He melded her body to his lifting her into him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she met his tongue with hers. Fire licked across his skin making his clothes uncomfortable. He separated them briefly to get his shirt and pants off.
Leaving his underwear on, he watched as she disrobed, in the little light that shone through the windows he saw where her creamy flesh ended and the black and white bandings from the regenned hand and foot that stood stark now that he could see them up close. The contrast was beautiful to him.
When their clothes were dealt with, he pulled her back to him. She let out a startled gasp.
He stopped. "Did I hurt you?"
"You just forget your own strength I think." She patted his chest. “Not that it's a bad thing.”
He immediately released her and stepped back. "I've never done this before and I want you too much."
She froze. "Never done what?"
"This." He gestured between them. Heat flood into his face, embarrassed that he even had to explain. "Sex."
Her eyes widened and then her lips pulled into a slow smile. "Really?"
He took a hesitant step back when she began to saunter toward him.
"Oh no, wild man. Come here." She crooked a finger at him.
His head told him he couldn't handle her, but his heart wanted to claim her.
Instead of remaining froze, his feet shuffled toward Vyolet of their own accord. She couldn't hurt him physically but emotionally... she could devastate him.
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Author Bio ~
CeeRee Fields currently lives in Groningen, the Netherlands with her husband and cat. Since she was born in Alabama and moved to the Netherlands, Dutch is not her first language which gets her into mischief in various stores around town when she tries to speak it.
She loves writing, building worlds that her characters can explore and break if they feel the need. Action, adventure and love are her favorite things. And when stuff gets blown up who says the guy is the only one who gets to do it?
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