Royce Zarides has accepted his hand dealt by fate. He’s loved and left far too many women, in the bedroom that is. But one kiss from Belinda Raine Ignis was all it took for his eyes to open. Is she really the woman meant for him and his brother Ronin? Or will history only repeat itself? That’s the million dollar question he doesn’t want to answer.
Ronin does not believe that Belinda is for him and his brother. But one night with her isn’t enough. Even when he sees her for who and what she really is, Ronin still has a hard time expressing his fears and emotions where Belinda is concerned, and time is running out now that she’s to ascend to the status of Matria of the Phoenix Enclave.
Belinda (Bells) Ignis is good at ignoring men. She’s had her share of heartache. Jilted at the altar by her first love, she’s sworn all men off for good. Her mother and Matria of her community has other plans in mind, as well as the Zarides brothers. When faced with the heated glances of Ronin and the smooth tongue of Royce, what’s a girl to do?
The clock is ticking down for certain members of the Shadow Unit. Draven assumed dead, leaves a sour taste in every ones mouth. Jes’ new found abilities make for a great addition to the team. But when things seem to settle, they only get worse, as the team sets out to discover the origins of Mr. Black and the notorious Red Sun Organization. Secrets are uncovered and deals are made that result in a deadly blow to all involved.
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“Yeah, went to the spot. Adam was there, not her. Word is she got herself into a bit of a squeeze.” That shit was not his problem. There was no love loss there, but she wasn’t a bad bitch either. D mentally shrugged. He never waited for anyone. That was one of the reasons he stayed out of trouble. He did this for the paycheck, not for the camaraderie.
“And?” Royce said standing up from the table and pushing the chair back. The dude was already pissed. Bells had dismissed them so calmly that he knew it made the twins hackles rise. He let a smile spread across his face. It had been at least four hours since her dismissal.
“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Ronin asked.
“You got beef Vin?”
Dumb fuck could play stupid all he wanted, shaved head, silver eyes. He thought he was muthafucking ‘Chronicles of Riddick’ and shit.
“Let me guess, y’all two idiots want to go in for a rescue? Am I right?” Why did he even open his mouth? She’s Belinda’s friend. So the fuck what, she was also a team member. The rules were clear. Dravaggio called shit off, you did not deviate from the plan, and go into the dark without back up.
“What the fuck do you think Blade?” Oh this motherfucker thought he was being funny with the name calling.
“I think you two are being led around by your dicks, but then I’m entitled to my own opinion. They both signed up for the team and knew what that meant. You don’t disobey a direct order. If you do, shit happens.
“And for the record, I don’t sling blades or have fangs. Cap that shit and stop with the jaw jabbing. I don’t have time for you Royce.”
“I don’t run around saying lame ass one liners either.” Ronin fired back with his arms crossed over his chest. The fuck he didn’t. He was a notorious one-liner.
“Why don’t you plug into her and see if you can get her online.” He knew those two could communicate via head chat.
“I’ve tried. Either she’s being blocked, or I am.”
“Well, too bad for her.”
“What about Faith Dietrich? You gonna tell her you didn’t want to go back for her mom because you’re a giant ass dick with a chip on your shoulder?”
Well didn’t he just fucking suck. The kid had made him grape Kool-Aid once. He wasn’t going to do that to her. He stood from his chair and looked over at the twins and nodded in the direction of the door opening. Belinda. She’d heard their conversation, and she didn’t look to happy with what she heard.
There is really not much to say… I love to write, read, and listen to music. My attempt at a music career sadly ended at the Apollo one warm night in May! LOL (Side note: I was not booed just outdone by two munchkins rapping to Biggy Smalls but they were good!)
Military brat extraordinaire; have traveled to a lot of interesting places.
The very first time I put pen to paper in story fashion, was in 6th grade. It was called The Case of the Missing Pepperoni.
It was a cute mystery where all the ingredients and shop appliances came to life when the store owner closed up for the evening.
Tigris Eden is the author of The Shadow Unit Series and co-author of Romantic Tales: Bedtime Stories Season 1 and 2.
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