Jory Strong - Inked Destiny

Her eyes met Cathal’s in a wordless reliving of the past, the moment she’d stayed his hand because she’d known what killing the Harlequin Rapist would do to him. “Maybe I’m too much like your father and uncle.”

He stroked her cheek. “Make your choice. It won’t diminish what I feel for you.”

“Let the police find him dead then.”

“Liam will remain here as a safeguard,” Eamon said, and the assassin moved forward, lifting his arm and pulling his shirtsleeve back to reveal a thin braid of gold. Her hair. And she understood how Liam could find her.

“Tricky,” Cathal said, admiration in his voice.

A spoken word accompanied by the touch of Eamon’s fingertip and the tether between her and the assassin burned in a flash of fire. “Let’s go, Etaín.”

She made the call to Detective Ordoñes in the alley after surrendering the bike to Myk, Cathal and Eamon at her side as if they couldn’t bear the separation.

“You’re sure?” Ordoñes asked.

“Positive.”

He thanked her and she pocketed the phone. Getting into the car, she said, “If we’re going to do much of this, we need some different vehicles. The sedan practically screams Feds!”

“Not happening,” Cathal growled.

She laughed at that. “Never say never.”

His lips curved as he pressed them to her neck. “I’m still a slow learner when it comes to you.”

“You’ve got hundreds of years now to master the subject,” Eamon said, a trickle of amusement in his voice.

Joy was a flower opening up in her chest. “Master the subject? In your dreams.”

“Surely a Lord is allowed them.” Eamon’s mouth brushed her ear. “Home, Myk.”

Home . It rang in her soul and heart like the chimes she’d heard before entering Aesirs that first time. Her hands curled around masculine thighs, desire returning, need both tidal wave and raging fire, what she had with Cathal and Eamon, pure magic.

Niall Dunne felt only a coldness of purpose as the man who’d tried to have his son killed sat down across from him. What was done was done. Rage had no purpose here.

Frederico Perera waved away the menu and ignored the glass of water set in front of him, though he had the look of a man whose fear had left his mouth dry and his bowels loose. And why not? Pressure had been brought to bear and he understood power, and how little of it he held, that he could be forced back to San Francisco before the earth had settled over his son’s grave.

Let him fear.

“There are men who would threaten to have done to your daughters what was done to my niece and her friend,” Niall said. “I am not that type of man. Nor is my brother. We abhor rapists. This ends now, in a truce. Or your wife becomes a widow and your children fatherless.”

Bile rose in Frederico’s throat, a festering rage with nowhere to go. No safe target except one. “And the boy who still lives?”

“Would it make your loss more bearable to imagine him in prison? Are you asking that he be spared the death awaiting him behind bars?”

“No.”

“Then there is nothing more to discuss. Are we in agreement about a truce?”

“Yes.”

Frederico pulled the phone from his pocket. He dialed the number he had been given by the American who’d driven him here, and was not truly surprised to have it answered by Eduardo Faioli.

“You wish something of me?”

“That matter we spoke of earlier. It is no longer something I wish to pursue.”

“It has brought trouble into both of our lives.”

His bowels became watery. “My apologies. It was not my intent.”

He did not dare remind the man he spoke to that he himself had dismissed the Irish as no threat. He did not voice his suspicion, that Eduardo Faioli had already called a halt to further attempts on Cathal Dunne’s life.

The silence stretched, a menacing threat that had sweat gathering under his arms. Eduardo Faioli wouldn’t hesitate to target wives and daughters and parents should he desire to send a message of his displeasure.

Finally, Eduardo said, “I will stop my efforts on your behalf though they have not led to success. But I have expended political capital. Because of it, your debt to me remains.”

“I understand.”

He hung up, hand shaking as he returned the phone to his pocket. “It is done,” he said, standing, leaving Aesirs, a place he couldn’t have otherwise entered.

His bitterness grew in the presence of the dark-suited American who drove him back to the embassy. It was made sharper as he went to his small office to wait until he would leave for the airport and a long commercial flight home rather than the military jet that had brought him here.

He remembered the touch of his lips to his dead son’s cold skin, the promise of vengeance he must forsake unless he was willing to get his own hands dirty. Looking down at them, he considered how easy it would become to kill at least one of the Dunnes if they believed the threat was over. He wondered if the sacrifice of his life might be better for Margarita and their daughters, might free them of the threat from Eduardo Faioli.

Or perhaps he could arrange for an assassin, someone who could make it look like an accident or suicide. His pulse quickened, fantasy born in grief but cut short with the sudden awareness that he was not alone.

He turned to find a stranger where it should be impossible for one to be unannounced and unescorted, a dark-skinned man with long braids, his appearance too similar to those who’d been serving at Aesirs to be a coincidence.

If he courted death, it was here in this stranger’s eyes. In a voice that calmly said, “The man who holds my oath has some interest in the Dunnes. Remain a threat and there is no place you can go I cannot find you, nor will I wait for you to act first.”

Jory Strong has been writing since childhood and has never outgrown being a daydreamer. When she’s not hunched over her computer, lost in the muse and conjuring up new heroes and heroines, she can usually be found reading, riding horses, or walking dogs.

She has won numerous awards for her writing. She lives in California with her husband and a menagerie of pets. Visit her website at www.jorystrong.com.

Click here for more titles by this author

Inked Magic

“Overflowing with sensuality, an intriguing story, and a great heroine, this is a book you won’t be able to put down.”

— RT Book Reviews

“ Intense, original and extremely sexy! That’s what you can expect to find in Jory Strong’s new novel, Inked Magic . It captured my interest from the beginning and held it throughout the entire book.”

— Under the Covers

“I will definitely pick up the sequel.”

— Fiction Vixen

PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF JORY STRONG

“The world is gorgeous, the characters are fantastic, and the plots will draw you in!”

— Errant Dreams Reviews

“Intriguing from the start and deliciously erotic.”

— Darque Reviews

“Jory Strong will leave you hooked and hoping for more of this dark world.”

— Romance Junkies

“Jory Strong writes an enthralling story which will quickly immerse readers in a futuristic fantasy.”

— Romance Reviews Today

“A beautiful, passionate story…Tender, loving, erotic, and consuming.”

—Joyfully Reviewed

“Strong’s terrific tale should win her many new fans. Really good stuff!”