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Wrath: The fury of Wrath could destroy them all. (Sin-Eaters) by @LynnChantale

 

The Fury of Wrath may undo them all.
Xochiti has a mate he wasn’t ready to claim. Now that Wrath has found her, he must make a decision. Claim her or watch the rage consume her.
Scorned, the last thing Selma wants is a commitment. However, denying Xochiti has always been a problem and now that he knows her secret, the Fury of Wrath may be the undoing of them all.

 


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Selma’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She pushed to sitting, and for a moment Xochiti tightened his arms before he released her. He studied her, from the slight way she pursed her full lush lips to the way her eyelids fluttered. He skimmed her spine with his fingers, mildly surprised when she scooted closer.

“How was I supposed to get in touch with you?” She lifted her shoulders to her ears, pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. “By then it was too late, anyway.” She turned away, resting her chin on her knees. “I didn’t find out I was pregnant until a week after the wedding.”

“Not knowing how to get in touch with me was just an excuse. Did you not think I had a right to know you were having my child or children in this matter?”

She whipped around to face him, shoving to her knees. “What was I supposed to do? Tell my husband I was pregnant by a god? Seriously? You made it clear you wanted things to just be casual. That you weren’t interested in me running away with you. How do you think that made me feel?” She shook her head. “You had your life. I had mine.”

He cringed at her words. He remembered that day seventeen years ago so clearly. Having a mate hadn’t been a priority for him. Then it had been all about keeping Moctezuma from taking over the world. Now that the former Emperor God was on the run and seven deadly sins unleashed on the world, it was time to truly stop running from his destiny.

Selma scooted to the edge of the bed, bent forward and shrugged on a short silk robe as she stood. Several welts marred her skin before they slid from view. She faced him then. Weariness and hurt shone in her eyes. “Now you’re back. So what do you really want, Xochiti?”

He moved so fast, she stumbled backward, the wall bringing her up short. He dropped a hand on either side of her head, caging her between his body and the wall. She lifted her chin in defiance, as if to dare him to do something.

“Make no mistake I’m here to collect what is mine.”

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Wrath: The fury of Wrath could destroy them all. (Sin-Eaters) by @LynnChantale

 

The Fury of Wrath may undo them all.
Xochiti has a mate he wasn’t ready to claim. Now that Wrath has found her, he must make a decision. Claim her or watch the rage consume her.
Scorned, the last thing Selma wants is a commitment. However, denying Xochiti has always been a problem and now that he knows her secret, the Fury of Wrath may be the undoing of them all.

 


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Xochiti shimmered into view as the last of the students left.

Selma stared at him, crossing her arms over her breasts. “What are you doing here?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Listening to your lecture.”

With a huff, she picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “You’ll have to wait until next semester. My roster is full and I’m not signing any overload forms.”

As she spoke, a subtle glow of light enveloped her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she demanded.

“You are glowing?”

“Right,” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for your games, Xochiti. I have papers to grade.” She brushed past him.

“We need to talk, Selma.”

“Make an appointment.”

“Dove,” the endearment was spoken with quiet command. She stiffened, slowly turned to face him. “Be ready for me tonight.”

Desire flared in her irises, and she bowed her head. Still the shimmering white light around her intensified.

Curious—was she angry because he’d aroused her or angry because he was here?

“You can have my body and my submission, Xochiti, but you will not have my heart.” With that she spun on her heel and slammed from the room.

He lowered his head. He wanted all of her. 

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Revenge is a game #MFRWhooks

Book 2 True Detective Series

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Revenge is his game, and Black Hemlock is willing to do anything to settle the score.
For years, Black Hemlock has been biding his time, sulking that bragging rights to a long ago cyber heist was snatched from him. Throw in betrayal and a broken heart, and he has the perfect motive for murder.
Once more True Detective Agency is called in to assist in finding the perpetrator, this time using Carson as bait. Fearless and capable, Carson has no problem going head-to-head with a killer with a penchant for poison.
As the trio delves into the lives and deaths of the victims, a buried secret could destroy them all.

 

Erotic Romantic Suspense includes elements of BDSM, explicit language, some violence and explicit descriptions of sex.
MMF, FM, MFM MM

Excerpt

Billy Brown knew he was dying. Not from a chronic illness or a sudden tragic tumor, but from poison. There was no cure for the poison he’d been given, so he’d have to make the most of his last few minutes on Earth.

Footsteps and laughter trailed behind him, and he quickened his already sluggish pace. He just needed to get to a computer. He couldn’t die without his death meaning something. He had to warn the others.

Billy had long since ditched his thick glasses for Lasik and contacts. The years between college graduation and a spectacular software development career had given him more confidence in his life. And all of that had been made possible by what they’d done at the beginning of their senior year.

Now it was coming for its pound of flesh.

Had he done something in the ensuing years to give away who he was to Lazarus? He hadn’t known any of his co-conspirators. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Even though they’d worn masks, he’d been able to identify the others. Is that what Lazarus had done? Figured out who each of them were?

How could something they’d gotten away with years ago kill him? How could avenging the dead kill him?

No. One person. Lazarus. Billy hadn’t liked Lazarus when they were in school and liked him even less now. Who holds a grudge for this long? Lazarus had been paid for his time, no matter how poor his work had been. Lazarus had gotten paid same as the rest of them. Even though Lazarus didn’t understand or appreciate why the heist was committed in the first place.

And now Lazarus had killed him with a poison.

“Come out and play, Wicked,” Lazarus taunted. “You’re not being a good play partner.” The ensuing jibe brought Billy up short.

Of all the things for Lazarus to pervert, it would be His love of bondage. Billy stared at the trailing ends of rope a moment. Another hollow crack spurred him forward.

Billy shuffled into the office, closed and locked the door. He stumbled to the desk and flopped in the chair.

The monitor blurred, while his heart threatened to beat right through his ribs. He couldn’t feel his toes anymore, and now his nose was running. He swiped at the moisture and stared at the smear in confusion.

He was bleeding.

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