Serena Simpson
writing as
Rena Conner
Book One
Blurb:.
Cole was hunting a suspect who not only killed his victims; he ate them. It took an alien to hunt an alien, and he was the right male for the job. He didn’t have time to concentrate on anything else; then Noah was assigned as his partner.
Noah didn’t do partners. The military drilled that into his head with the disloyalty and the dishonorable discharge they gave him. Now he was working a case where the subject was an alien, and so was his partner. The same partner he shouldn’t give the time of day too; since he was straight. There was something about Cole that touched him places he never thought anyone could reach.
Leta knew abuse; she knew how to hide it with a smile. More importantly, she knew recovering from abuse. How a sound or the sight of a figure could make you jump or stop paralyzed with fear. What she didn’t know was love. Her life was hard enough without Cole and Noah insisting on protecting her. They thought her life was in danger; it was a new nightmare. No, the real nightmare was what she was feeling for them.
No one knew what was happening or where the threat would occur; they also didn’t expect the spark of attraction. It couldn’t last because in life it was always two not three. Let the games begin.
Mature audiences only
This book comes with a trigger warning page at the beginning of the book
Excerpt:
My eyes drifted to my watch again two minutes, and my new partner wasn’t here. I hated people who couldn’t be bothered to be on time. If you can’t make a simple appointment how was I supposed to believe you could watch my back? Time ticked away slowly. One minute, sixty seconds for the mysterious Cole to prove he could be trusted.
I felt rather than saw the other male get up cross the patio and stop at my table.
“Noah Kemp.” His voice was deep. It touched a place inside of me that I didn’t know existed.
“Cole, no last name.” His mouth tilted up in a smile and those eyes I had so much trouble focusing on were checking me out. Fuck, I was screwed.
“Have a seat.” The male I had been fascinated by for the last hour was my new partner. How was I supposed to deal with that?
“I don’t need a partner.” I felt my lips lift in a smile since I felt the same way.
“Then we’re on the same page. I’ll take the case. You can take a vacation.” I gave Cole my standard polite smile as I started to stand.
“Sit down pretty boy.”
My hands landed flat on the table as I pressed my body over it and into his face. “I’ve got your pretty and your boy.” It was the hitch in Cole’s breathing that made me want to move backward. No matter, I stood my ground.
“I really don’t do partners.” Cole wasn’t apologizing, but he was giving me enough to sit. Barely enough but I’d take it.
“It’s just one case.” The words I spoke shocked me. I had no plans to comply with Jace until I saw Cole walk towards me. Now I was in the middle of a push and pull. I wanted to push him away and shout to the heavens what I’ve known all my life. I was straighter than straight. I also wanted to pull him to me just to find out if his lips were as soft as they looked. Nothing else, I swear.
“This is a case you can’t do alone. I’m not sure you should even be on it.”
I felt myself tense. He held his hand up, so I waited before I told him what I thought about what he said. He laid his phone on the table and opened it. Screens laid across the table. How had I missed new software like this? He pulled up a file. The clarity of what I saw made me wish his phone didn’t show everything in graphic detail.
“This was one of the last kills we got on film. I saw one recently but didn’t photograph it.”
“Why not?”
“Because I remember everything I see perfectly.”
It must be nice to have a photographic memory. That’s something I don’t have.
“We have a way of showing you what I saw if it’s necessary.”
I nodded, but I doubted what Cole said was true. “Do you have a name and a picture?”
He stared at me for a while. The look seemed to take stock of me. Maybe he was looking for a way to get rid of me or checking to see if I had what it took to go the distance.
“Welcome to the new world order Noah. His name is fuckin’ Naresh.”
I don’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it. He said the curse and the name with so much venom that I wanted to smile and take cover at the same time. Whoever this Naresh was there was no love lost between him and Cole.
“I have two pictures of him. This is his alias. The one he uses to walk around on earth undetected.”
I raised my eyes to see if Cole was suffering from a seizure, brain damage, or was he just trying to mess with my head? I couldn’t tell so I let my eyes drift downward to study the picture he was showing me. The man came in around six feet. Nice average height for a man. His hair was blonde, the true blonde that could almost be white. He had shocking blue eyes and a mouth that seemed to say, ‘I’m fun.’ I shook myself because he was mesmerizing even in a photo, but still, I felt my skin crawl.
“So, this guy likes to kill and cut up the bodies.” Cole looked at me but didn’t say anything as he changed the picture.
“This is what he looks like outside his disguise.”
The picture I was looking at showed something humanoid shape with black skin. No, not the smooth chocolate of some of the men in my unit. It wasn’t even the fierce black skin of the friend I used to have long ago. There was nothing attractive or human about what I was seeing. This male’s skin looked evil; it reminded me of what I thought a black hole would look like. The knowledge that if you were sucked in, you would never survive. His eyes were an eerily red. No pupils just those red eyes. His teeth were serrated; the color matched the eyes. I was out of here I didn’t have time for this shit.
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