Book 3
Blurb:
Keva is the mistress of deception. She is the teller of lies. Her adoring fans eat it up coming back for more.
She’s building her empire one block at a time.
Until she feels a tug on her soul from two different males.
One offers to lay the world at her feet, riches, and power. What’s a girl to do when she grew up broke and hungry?
The other offers freedom and maybe the elusive concept of love.
Should she dance while the world burns or try to save it?
Kayden is broken, his mind splintered.
On one mission he defied orders and has been paying ever since.
All he knows are fighting and hunger.
The tug he feels could splinter his mind or piece it together.
His enemy plans to kill him, and he’s not exactly fighting for survival.
Fate screwed them when he met Keva.
Kayden cheated death.
Keva cheated death.
Now death stalks them.
It’s the final act, and someone has to die.
Will they stand together or make one of them the sacrificial lamb?
Will love save them or condemn them?
This book is for those 18 and older
Excerpt:
He turned on the radio letting it cut through any thoughts that would keep him from concentrating. The parking lot to his favorite restaurant was surprisingly full. That couldn’t be good. There were people waiting around the door.
“There’s a thirty-minute wait,” the waitress told him before he could open his mouth.
That wouldn’t do. He was about to walk out when he spotted someone sitting alone toying with her menu like she was unable to decide.
“I’m with the beauty sitting alone. I believe she has been waiting for me.”
The waitress ran her eyes over his tee which showed off his muscles, his arms well defined in the short sleeves. Then her eyes ran over his torso making several trips down to the bulge in his pants.
“Why would you date that? Is it a pity date? Are you checking off your bucket list? Screw a black female? On top of that, she’s fat.”
The waitress cocked her decidedly emaciated hip his way. He hadn’t stopped to look at the female when he picked her out of the crowd, with the waitress’s words he took her in. She had brown skin that he could spend all day looking at. Her curves were the things of legends, his fingers tingled at the thought of being allowed to touch her. That was the type of woman that a male like him didn’t have a chance at.
“You’re right, she is beautiful.”
The waitress wrinkled her nose, picked up a menu and led him to her table.
“Sorry I’m late love.” He bent over, gave her a peck on the cheek and slid into the chair. The waitress tossed his menu on the table.
“Women like you don’t deserve a man, especially not our men,” the waitress hissed before she flounced away.
“Sorry about that, she doesn’t seem to like the pairing of different cultures.”
“Hmm, and why aren’t you with someone of your own culture?” Keva wasn’t sure what to say, but the waitress’s words made sure she wouldn’t send the man away.
“There are very few women of my culture with us. None of those women find me to their liking. Although I am not against same-sex relationships, it is not for me. That leaves me alone.”
“That sounds legit to me. Why are you here?” Her hand moved to indicate the restaurant and her table.
“I’m hungry.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “Hi,” she stuck her hand out. “I’m Keva Hall.”
“Hello Ms. Hall, I’m Kayden Gayl.” He took her hand shaking it.
“Call me Keva please.”
“Likewise, call me Kayden.”
“No nicknames, Kay for short?”
“I prefer Kayden.”
“Then Kayden it is.”
“I thought lunch would be dreary and boring. Already you have brought laughter.” They both studied the menu ordering when their waitress came, thankfully she wasn’t the one that seated Kayden.
He turned on the radio letting it cut through any thoughts that would keep him from concentrating. The parking lot to his favorite restaurant was surprisingly full. That couldn’t be good. There were people waiting around the door.
“There’s a thirty-minute wait,” the waitress told him before he could open his mouth.
That wouldn’t do. He was about to walk out when he spotted someone sitting alone toying with her menu like she was unable to decide.
“I’m with the beauty sitting alone. I believe she has been waiting for me.”
The waitress ran her eyes over his tee which showed off his muscles, his arms well defined in the short sleeves. Then her eyes ran over his torso making several trips down to the bulge in his pants.
“Why would you date that? Is it a pity date? Are you checking off your bucket list? Screw a black female? On top of that, she’s fat.”
The waitress cocked her decidedly emaciated hip his way. He hadn’t stopped to look at the female when he picked her out of the crowd, with the waitress’s words he took her in. She had brown skin that he could spend all day looking at. Her curves were the things of legends, his fingers tingled at the thought of being allowed to touch her. That was the type of woman that a male like him didn’t have a chance at.
“You’re right, she is beautiful.”
The waitress wrinkled her nose, picked up a menu and led him to her table.
“Sorry I’m late love.” He bent over, gave her a peck on the cheek and slid into the chair. The waitress tossed his menu on the table.
“Women like you don’t deserve a man, especially not our men,” the waitress hissed before she flounced away.
“Sorry about that, she doesn’t seem to like the pairing of different cultures.”
“Hmm, and why aren’t you with someone of your own culture?” Keva wasn’t sure what to say, but the waitress’s words made sure she wouldn’t send the man away.
“There are very few women of my culture with us. None of those women find me to their liking. Although I am not against same-sex relationships, it is not for me. That leaves me alone.”
“That sounds legit to me. Why are you here?” Her hand moved to indicate the restaurant and her table.
“I’m hungry.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “Hi,” she stuck her hand out. “I’m Keva Hall.”
“Hello Ms. Hall, I’m Kayden Gayl.” He took her hand shaking it.
“Call me Keva please.”
“Likewise, call me Kayden.”
“No nicknames, Kay for short?”
“I prefer Kayden.”
“Then Kayden it is.”
“I thought lunch would be dreary and boring. Already you have brought laughter.” They both studied the menu ordering when their waitress came, thankfully she wasn’t the one that seated Kayden.
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