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Feb 22, 2014

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Arrow to the Soul by Lea Griffith
No Mercy Book Two

She walks in the darkness—it is all she has ever known.

Arrow walks with death. It is bitter and black, and covers every step she takes. Trained from the crib to be nothing more than a death-bringer she knows she was born without a soul. The darkness is where she’s comfortable and she carries the weight of her duty notched on bow—ready to fly straight and true in to her enemy’s hearts.

He has known love and loss—and then he finds her in the darkness.

Adam knows his calling. Protect and serve. As a member of Trident Corporation he has found the perfect place to meet his obligations. Then he sees a woman with eyes of amber and he is taken under by her darkness. He touches her heart and knows he has no choice—share his light with a killer or lose his soul to her.

Darkness and light. Two sides of one coin. Retribution draws them together but before all is said and done they will learn love can either break you or make you stronger.

Genre: Romantic Suspense
Content/Theme(s): Assassins, Security Specialists
Release Date: February 6, 2014
Publisher: Taliesin Publishing


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Adam watched her throughout the day. He’d called her name at dinner time but she hadn’t responded. Bullet said it would be that way—that once Arrow began crafting she would be silent until the end.

But she hadn’t been entirely silent. She’d hummed to herself and the notes of her sad song reached into Adam’s soul and squeezed. He’d returned to patrol and mentally kicked his own ass for letting her achieve that depth.

He ran a hand over his head and wiped it down his face. Fatigue rode his body right now but his mind turned over and over endlessly. How dare she enter his life and turn his emotions on end? How fucking dare she. He’d loved Aziveh for years, and though she’d been lost to him, he’d never stopped loving her. All of his attempts to find her met failure, but he would never stop. Certainly his lust for another woman could be overcome by his love for Aziveh.

Yet those words rang false, and try as he might, he couldn’t make them true. As his patrol ended, he sought Saya out again. She was still on the porch, her hands once again palming the glass. What did she stare at, this woman who hated the dark but became one with it so easily?

His heart turned over, stupid fucking organ, as her scent slithered to him and wrapped around his nose, invading his throat with the taste of honey. Her skin shone opalescent in the rising moon and he wondered how in the hell he was going to shake this woman’s hold on him. Her smell dominated even that of boiling wood, hemp string, and metal.

“Did you need something, Mr. Collins?”

Her voice whisked through him, touching with a light caress and stroking along his nerves. Would her hands do the same thing as he moved in and out of her body? Would they grab and knead the muscles of his back as his hips glided between her thighs?

He grunted but held back the words that threatened, saying instead, “It’s time to eat.”

She nodded and turned her head toward him. Her eyes were piercing, seeing things he’d rather keep hidden. “I could eat.”

He turned at that and felt more than heard her presence at his back.

“You do not like having me at your back,” she said softly. No humor, just a simple acknowledgement.

“I do not like having anyone at my back,” he responded in a hard voice. “Much less a killer.”

She tsked, clucking her tongue against the edge of her teeth. “If you keep on, Mr. Collins, I will get the impression you don’t like me.”

He laughed then, and like her there was no humor in the tones of it. “I don’t like you, Saya.” But I want you like I want my next breath.

“This I know well. You don’t like me but your body calls to mine.”

Her words stopped him in his tracks. Between one breath and the next he had her against the wall, her throat in one hand and her wrists in the other. Saya’s startled gaze met his, something passing in the golden depths that could be the promise of death or desire.

“What did you say?” he managed past clenched teeth.

Her nostrils flared, and there was that something again, a whisper of black in the amber glass of her eyes. She lowered her gaze then and he took a deep breath. The hardened tips of her breasts pressed against his chest and he exhaled harshly. Goddamn her.

“I believe truth is the only virtue I can claim.” She lifted her face and stared at him, more honesty in her eyes than he’d ever imagined. “My body hears the call of yours and wants to answer, but between us there is a bridge of duty that leads to death. I cannot answer your body’s call, even though my own weeps to do so.”

Her bow mouth moved, lips forming the words that called to Adam. He lowered his head, mouth just above hers, tasting every breath she took. Need shook his foundations, and he could no more stop the reflexive press of his hips against her than he could prevent his mouth from meeting hers.

She hissed in a breath and he was lost.

He stroked over the seam of her lips, drinking her sigh and diving into the heat of her with a plunge of his tongue. Honey wasn’t as sweet as Saya. Nothing in Adam’s experience could have prepared him for the desire that swept through him when her tongue met his. Tentative, it stroked over before wrapping around his in a dance that had them both trying to crawl into one another.

He lifted away and she followed him. At some point he’d released her wrists, though he still held her throat in his hand. She grabbed his shoulders and her nails dug into the muscles there as she pulled him closer. He stroked along the creamy skin of her neck, felt the shudder work through his body as he once again gave in to the insanity that was Saya. Heat, need, pleasure, they all built into something Adam had never felt, and it was beautiful.

He let her take him, her tongue erotic in its timid ferocity, her lips a benediction to his starved body. She moaned, and it was the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. Over and over their lips fused until blood roared through his eardrums and the pounding of her heart echoed his own.


The soft exclamation made Adam lift his head and search out the cause.

Bullet stood at the end of the hall, hand on her mouth and fear in her eyes.

Adam growled low in his throat, a clear indication she had no business here. His head blocked Bullet’s view of her sister, and that was at it should be. Adam didn’t question his need to protect Saya. It was instinctive and he acceded to it. Her heavy, panting breaths made him harden even more, but the look he shot Bullet was full of warning.

She finally nodded and retreated back to the kitchen. Where Adam had been leading Saya to begin with.

A minute passed and tension replaced the desire that moments ago threatened to take them under. He stepped away from the lure of her body and cleared his throat.

“I should apologize but it would be a lie, wouldn’t it?” he asked, wincing when she raised lust-drenched eyes to his.

“It would. Your veracity saves your life right now,” she responded with a sigh.

He barked out a laugh as he reached to feather a finger over her passion-swollen lips. “I appreciate that.”

She smiled then and her tongue darted out to stroke along the tip of his finger. “You taste of things I have only imagined.”

He pulled away from her, lowering his hand and taking a deep breath. It did nothing to ease the constriction of his jeans on his dick, and nothing to slow the racing of his heart. He didn’t respond, couldn’t have formed the words to describe what just happened, so he turned away and strode to the kitchen.

“What do I taste of, Adam Collins?”

He stopped and turned, pinning her with his gaze. So fucking gorgeous she trapped the breath in his lungs, he would give her another truth and hope it didn’t doom him.

“You taste of lust spiced with honey and plum blossoms. It is desire mixed with heat and rain. It is need flavored with wind and fire. And now, Saya, do you know what you taste of?”

She shook her head, the same tongue that had run rampant in his mouth moments ago darting out to wet her lush bottom lip.

He smiled and the emotion that flitted through him was wickedly intense. He wanted to pound his chest and give a primal roar.

“Now you taste of me.”
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Other titles by Lea Griffith:
Arrow to
the Soul
Bullet to
the Heart
& Yours
of Roses
Too Much
Never Enough
Way of the Warrior
Under a
Moonlit Night
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