Lying
in Ruins
Fate’s Vultures #1
by Jami Gray
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic
Romantic Suspense
In a world gone to hell, it's hard to tell the good guys from the bad...
The world didn't end in
fire and explosions, instead it collapsed slowly, like falling
dominoes, an intensifying panic of disease, food shortages, wild
weather and collapsing economies, until what remained of humanity
battles for survival in a harsh new reality.
Charity
uses lethal survival skills learned too early in her work as a
'Hound, sniffing out pivotal secrets for one of the most powerful
people on the west coast. Her work is deceptive, deadly, and best
performed solo, which means when she has a run-in with a member of
the notorious Fate's Vultures, she has no intention of joining forces
in some mockery of teamwork. The man might be sexy as hell, but she
travels alone. She will accomplish her mission and she will settle a
score - hopefully with the edge of her blade. But fate has other
plans.
As
one of Fate’s Vultures, a nomadic band of arbitrators known for
their ruthless verdicts, Ruin witnesses the carnage of corruption and
greed battering the remnants of humanity, and he bears the scars to
prove it. Now he has a damn 'Hound showing up in suspicious
circumstances, leaving every cell of his body sceptical - and
painfully aroused. The woman is trouble, and Ruin has every intention
of steering clear. But when they realise they have a common enemy,
Charity and Ruin will have to set aside their distrust if they want
to achieve their mutual goal - justice and revenge.
Sometimes,
when the world's gone to hell, it's better to stick with the devil
you know...
‘How good is your crazy?’
He canted his head and took a moment to replay her question. ‘Come again?’
Those full lips twitched, causing his cock to do the same. ‘Time to let your crazy fly, Ruin.’
A light touch on the reins brought his horse to a stop. Charity’s paint took another step or two before doing the same. She twisted in her saddle to face him, dark mischief dancing in those electric blue eyes. ‘You and Boden seem certain the Raiders were leading Simon into a trap. Add in the fact we’re tracking them deeper in the mountains, I’m thinking we’re about to be outnumbered.’ Slim shoulders rose in a delicate shrug under the battered leather jacket. ‘Why go in hard, when we can go in soft?’
‘I’m listening.’ He touched his heels into his horse, nudging it forward.
She held his gaze as he came up beside her. ‘This Cammon place, how many people know about it?’
‘Long-timers mainly, those who’ve been out here for years.’ And obviously others if his guess was right.
‘So if one of those long-timers happened to be a trapper calling it home, no surprise, right?’ Her paint held steady as he crowded close.
He filled in the blanks even as he caught a flash of heated awareness in her gaze before she doused it. Deep inside, under his wiseass persona, the hunter smiled in anticipation. God how he loved a challenge wrapped in a puzzle. ‘Crazy ass loner comes back from a hunt, his woman in tow, only to stumble upon uninvited guests.’
She shifted in her saddle, touched the tip of a finger to her nose and tapped twice.
Hmm, it might work. ‘Guns or blades, you think?’ A question he hadn’t asked her earlier, too caught up in tracking Simon. Since she was there when the Raiders attacked, she might have an idea of their weapons.
‘Might be both.’
His gaze went to the gun strapped to her thigh. ‘You any good with that?’
Feminine arrogance straightened her spine, and her hand brushed lovingly over the weapon. The real woman peeked out behind the alluring mask. ‘Want to play target?’ It was a dangerous purr, but he liked it. ‘I’ll even give you a head’s start.’
Ignoring the invitation, he raised an eyebrow. ‘Confusion will only work for a few minutes at most before they decide we’re not worth the hassle.’
Unflinching cunning and intelligence met his gaze. ‘Long enough to even out the numbers if need be.’ She leant in, her hand a hot brand as she braced it on his thigh near his knives. ‘Then you can bring these boys out to play.’
Despite the temptation she presented, he locked her wrist in his grip even as her fingers brushed against the leather holding one of his blades. Dust and sweat couldn’t drown out the delicate spice of her scent. Using his free hand, he captured her chin and dipped his head, their lips a breath apart. ‘No touching.’
She didn’t fight his hold or jerk back. Instead she held his gaze. Heat and awareness darkened those bright eyes, but she remained still, waiting, watching.
A curious tension sang between them, one that left him cautious despite the expected lust rising hard and rough. He couldn’t remember the last time he got hot and sweaty between the sheets. This wasn’t the time, and she sure as hell wasn’t the right woman, but … Giving into temptation, he brushed his lips over hers, just once. Her breath hitched, then she retreated, leaning back. He let her go, the warmth of her lips lingering against his. He watched her resettle in the saddle, his voice a rough rasp as he brought their conversation back on track. ‘You got anything against getting dirty?’
Surprisingly, a red stain rode under her gold skin, but she lost none of her edge. ‘How dirty?’
Beg
For Mercy
Fate's
Vultures #2
Choosing
a side has never been so dangerous…
The
world didn’t end in fire and explosions, instead it collapsed
slowly, like falling dominoes, an intensifying panic of disease, food
shortages, wild weather and collapsing economies, until what remains
of humanity battles for survival in a harsh new reality.
An
assassin by trade, a loner by nature, Mercy is sent to infiltrate the
Cartels and unmask the identity of their new silent partner. Instead,
she discovers a darker plan threatening to crumble the entire
Southwest and ends up with a hefty bounty on her head. Still, she’s
determined to stop the impending attack at any cost, even if it means
partnering up with a member of the notorious Fate’s Vultures.
After
enduring a brutal, blood-soaked lesson on the savagery of
civilisation’s scavengers, Havoc is well acquainted with the
consequences of battling predators. But as a member of the nomadic
band of arbitrators known as Fate’s Vultures, he’s determined to
cement the necessary alliances to oust the biggest threat looming on
the horizon. When an enigmatic woman crosses his path, her secrets
and troubling loyalty light the fuse on an unexpected craving and his
insatiable curiosity.
In
order to trap a common foe and derail an impending threat, Havoc and
Mercy must turn the tables to hunt a predator. Can an assassin and a
mercenary find their balance on the thin line of loyalty, or will it
snap under the weight of their wary hearts?
Jami
Gray is the coffee addicted, music junkie, Queen Nerd of her personal
Geek Squad, Alpha Mom of the Fur Minxes, and award winning author of
the Urban Fantasy series, The Kyn Kronicles, the Paranormal Romantic
Suspense series, PSY-IV Teams, and her latest Romantic Suspense
series, Fate’s Vultures. She writes to soothe the voices in her
head.
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