| Author: | Elody Knight | ISBN: | 9781301538362 |
| Publisher: | Elody Knight | Publication: | June 25, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Elody Knight |
| ISBN: | 9781301538362 |
| Publisher: | Elody Knight |
| Publication: | June 25, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Aris tucked the barrel of his 9mm Beretta into the small of his back. "SEER'-sha." he repeated, having never heard the name before. The sound of it rolled off his tongue with the silky ease of a French kiss.
"It's Gaelic." she said, as if the fire in her demeanor hadn't already told him that. “Maybe your boy over there should move faster getting that trash can over here before she throws up on your shoe tops.”
This woman was no ordinary hostage, but then again, this wasn’t a run of the mill bank robbery.
Armed with the idea that they were sent to end evil in the world, Aris and his team know that when you steal money from a bank, the government prints more. After all, it’s only paper, until something goes horribly wrong.
Lives change forever on a warm sunny summer afternoon. A man dies, another is injured, a traitor is left behind, and one man’s heart is taken.
It’s only after things return to normal that Aris becomes aware that his thoughts are not where they should be. His body yearns for something he’s only barely tasted. His heart is heavy with the burden of what he cannot have. Exhausting himself by day is the only way the still of the night doesn’t become sheer torment. Lesser men would break and surrender, but Aris is not a weak man.
The impossible has to happen and Aris is determined it will. From squalor to poverty to a budget the size of a small nation, famine to fed, illiterate to educated, chaotic masses to well run organization, the pieces fall into place one by one over the course of seven years that lead him back to where his heart was lost.
“Ah. Rescuing a damsel in distress always puts a man on a pedestal in a woman’s eyes.” he rolled his eyes.
“You tore my skirt, dropped my Choo’s in the dirt, duct taped me to a stolen helicopter, and as if that wasn’t enough fun for one day, I got to spend the rest of the week with the Feds. Oh, a pedestal by all means. How about a pedestal called the gallows!” she didn’t realize she was squeezing him as she got more wound up.
He would have liked nothing better at the moment than to wrap both of his arms around her, but this was a very upscale establishment where there were norms that had to be observed. Instead, he pulled her closer to him putting his hip back between hers, where they had started on the dance floor. His breath on her neck caused a shiver down her spine causing her hips to tilt into his. The fact that she noticed how well endowed he was made her that much angrier.
Saoirse had held him captive for entirely too long and things were about to change.
Aris tucked the barrel of his 9mm Beretta into the small of his back. "SEER'-sha." he repeated, having never heard the name before. The sound of it rolled off his tongue with the silky ease of a French kiss.
"It's Gaelic." she said, as if the fire in her demeanor hadn't already told him that. “Maybe your boy over there should move faster getting that trash can over here before she throws up on your shoe tops.”
This woman was no ordinary hostage, but then again, this wasn’t a run of the mill bank robbery.
Armed with the idea that they were sent to end evil in the world, Aris and his team know that when you steal money from a bank, the government prints more. After all, it’s only paper, until something goes horribly wrong.
Lives change forever on a warm sunny summer afternoon. A man dies, another is injured, a traitor is left behind, and one man’s heart is taken.
It’s only after things return to normal that Aris becomes aware that his thoughts are not where they should be. His body yearns for something he’s only barely tasted. His heart is heavy with the burden of what he cannot have. Exhausting himself by day is the only way the still of the night doesn’t become sheer torment. Lesser men would break and surrender, but Aris is not a weak man.
The impossible has to happen and Aris is determined it will. From squalor to poverty to a budget the size of a small nation, famine to fed, illiterate to educated, chaotic masses to well run organization, the pieces fall into place one by one over the course of seven years that lead him back to where his heart was lost.
“Ah. Rescuing a damsel in distress always puts a man on a pedestal in a woman’s eyes.” he rolled his eyes.
“You tore my skirt, dropped my Choo’s in the dirt, duct taped me to a stolen helicopter, and as if that wasn’t enough fun for one day, I got to spend the rest of the week with the Feds. Oh, a pedestal by all means. How about a pedestal called the gallows!” she didn’t realize she was squeezing him as she got more wound up.
He would have liked nothing better at the moment than to wrap both of his arms around her, but this was a very upscale establishment where there were norms that had to be observed. Instead, he pulled her closer to him putting his hip back between hers, where they had started on the dance floor. His breath on her neck caused a shiver down her spine causing her hips to tilt into his. The fact that she noticed how well endowed he was made her that much angrier.
Saoirse had held him captive for entirely too long and things were about to change.
