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A rogue reaper who lives by her rules...
Three alpha Enforcers
determined she obeys theirs.
Reverse Harem
Erotic Paranormal - BDSM
Kick-Ass Heroine
Drool-Worthy Heroes
Off-the-Charts Sex
Chantel never asked to be a reaper and she sure as hell isn’t taking the virtuous or young before their time. When it comes to dirtbags… that’s another story. Whether they’re ready or not, she has them on her radar for extermination. Rogue reaping suits her just fine.
Rydan, Kahl, and Huntir don’t see her crimes that way. As Enforcers tasked with keeping order in the para world, she’s set for reeducation in their lair. Their goal? To ensure her obedience to their commands while making her submissive to their carnal needs.
Yeah, right. They may be sexier than sin, but these bad boys won’t break her, ever. Bring on the interrogations, indoctrination, and BDSM, the more hardcore the better.
This is a battle of the sexes they’ll
all win.
PRAISE FOR LAIR
FIVE STARS
TEASERS
Chuckling,
Kahl pinned her left wrist against the brick structure.
She
clawed his stubbled cheek but her glove stopped her nails from breaking skin.
“Huntir.”
The bearded guy spoke to the one who looked as a lion would if it assumed human
form. “Some help here.”
He
imprisoned her other wrist against the wall.
She
kicked at whatever she could reach.
Huntir
increased his hold on her. “I could be wrong, Rydan, but I think she wants your
balls.”
Rydan
stroked his beard. “In time. And in the way I demand.”
They
laughed.
She
bristled. “Let me go, you cretins. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“No?”
Doubt and amusement burned in Rydan’s dark eyes. “From what we’ve heard you’ve
been a bad girl.” He wagged his finger.
If
the scarf hadn’t covered her mouth, she would have bit him. “You heard wrong.
The prick I took out tonight killed an entire family during a home invasion.
Parents and little kids for fuck’s sake. One baby not yet walking. All for a
few hundred bucks they had lying around, their real valuables in a safe he
couldn’t open because he slaughtered the father before getting the combination.
You call that good? You consider that right? You believe that’s sane? Who in
the hell is going to miss him? Not his next victims, that’s for sure. Did you
want their blood on your hands?”
A
muscle in his jaw twitched.
Not
from anger. Something else. Curious as to what, she gazed deep into his eyes, a
test she performed on those she reaped, determining whether they were decent or
vile in their deepest core.
A
faint spark burned within Rydan, signifying honor or integrity or whatever
humans called the trait.
Hope
surged. Despite Kahl and Huntir holding her arms, she leaned toward Rydan. “You
know I’m right. I can see it on your face. Let me go.” She twisted her wrists.
The others held tight. “The powers-that-be will never know. You have other
paras to cow. Let me do my thing. I’m simply ridding the world of assholes who
shouldn’t be here in the first place. Who decided they had a right to live
while others had to die for their greed and amusement?”
Kahl
cleared his throat. Embarrassment flickered in his brown eyes, a righteous
spark in them too. The same for Huntir. Both as worthy as Rydan…if they allowed
their good sides to come out.
“You
guys know I’m right.” She used her most melodic tone, her pitch soothing and
cajoling, similar to the Sirens’ voices from Greek mythology. Another reaper
talent to make her job easier, other than having to take good people before
their time. “You can’t deny it.”
Rydan’s
features went slack, longing and wonder building in his gaze.
The
same for Huntir and Kahl.
This
was so easy it should have been a crime for her to do it. “Come on.” She upped her charm. “Let me—”
“That’s
not how this works.” Rydan’s weak moment hardened to indifference. “You’re well
aware of that, Chantel.”
His
and the others effortless resistance to her voice shouldn’t have surprised her.
Them already knowing her name certainly didn’t. Most likely, they had her
lengthy file detailing each rogue reaping. Even so, she played dumb. “Who? I’m
Dike.”
Rydan
threw back his head and laughed, the sound rich and thrilling. “That’s not what
I heard.” He inched closer, their boots touching. “Considering the many guys
who’ve been balls deep in you, you’re now telling us you’re a lesbian?”
“Dike
with an i not a y.” Men. “She’s the
Greek goddess representing justice.”
“No
shit? Guess I’ll have to remember that when my next assignment lies as much as
you do.”
“For.
A. Good. Freaking. Cause.”
“Your
words and misguided belief. Not ours. Let’s see what we have here.” He unwound
her scarf. Her waist-length hair spilled out.
Kahl
sucked in a breath. Huntir touched the fiery red tresses.
Rydan
stared, lust flooding his face.
If it came to sleeping with them to beat this charge, she’d do so, more willingly than she wanted to admit. However, playing into their hands too soon wasn’t wise. “Do not touch me. Anywhere.”
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