Sheng bent forward, one corner of his mouth quirked. “Gloat all you like. I wouldn’t change a damn thing.” He spun Lucy to face him and planted a kiss on her lips. He peered at her while he answered, “Rabbit is the most stubborn spirit I’ve ever encountered.”
She pressed her palms to his chest. “I’m sorry. Rabbit can’t join with you so long as, well, it has company.” She whispered the last in case more ears listened than she’d invited. “I can’t give the loyalty of one without the other. Doing so would screw things up once we find Snake’s new host. You’ll have to wait.”
“Figured as much,” he grumbled.
The Matchmaker sighed. “I will search for the one worthy of Snake. Until then, be careful. I’ve only ever met one other Shèhúnzéi.”
She jolted. “My dad?”
“Yes.” The Matchmaker smiled. “I knew your father.” She buffed her long red nails against her silk sleeve and held them up to admire them. “May have even set him upon the course to meeting your mother.”
“Braggart.” Sheng chuckled.
“My mother?” She leaned closer. “You’ve met both my parents?”
“No, I never met your mother, Lucy.” A gentle hand landed on Lucy’s shoulder and the Matchmaker squeezed her arm. “Your father came to me after seizing the Dragon from your uncle. He was uncertain of what to do. Where he belonged. I told him he wasn’t meant for the Dragon, but to be its keeper and, one day, he would give the spirit up. To you.”
“He wouldn’t have died from the Red Death if he hadn’t, right?” Her heart ached as she posed the question.
“Yes, but he recognized his choices and he chose to die with your mother, Lucy. A greater display of true love, I have never beheld. When I detected the Dragon hiding within you at our first meeting, I realized he’d chosen his destiny.”
Lucy leaned her head back against Sheng’s powerful chest. The steady rhythm of his breathing grounded her. It didn’t lessen the pain, but she understood.
If Sheng had to go somewhere, she’d follow him. Anywhere.
Even toward death.
***
“So you did know. This whole time. Why the fuck didn’t you tell the rest of us?” Sheng released Lucy to tower above the Matchmaker. “We deserved to be made aware of the situation before we attempted the joining.”
The Matchmaker stiffened at his accusations. “Don’t tell me what I’m to do, Li. You forget your place.”
“Oh, I know mine. It’s right here, protecting my family. From anyone who would endanger them.” He growled, the threat rumbling in his chest.
“Sheng.” Lucy snared his arm. “Calm down.” Temperance rang in her voice. “The Matchmaker has her reasons, I’m sure.” She pivoted to the Matchmaker. “Right?”
“Indeed.” The Matchmaker shook her head at both of them. “Far more is at play than even the two of you might have surmised.” She adjusted the buttons on her blouse, smoothing her clothes back into place. “Navigating the Council, making perfect matches, ensuring you and your underlings don’t kill themselves.” She sputtered her grievances. “Conclude what you may of me, Li, but we are on the same side. More than I can say for many of those surrounding us.”
“Right. Sorry.” He folded his arms, not in the least contrite, but neither did he wish to open an argument with one of his few allies.
The Matchmaker might be a nag, but he owed her almost everything. From rescuing his ass off the streets, to bringing him together with Lucy. His gaze slanted to the woman who possessed his heart and the hunger inside him surfaced.
“Go on.” Damn, the Matchmaker was too perceptive, waving him off to depart with Lucy.
“Until next time, Mistress.” He winked, grinning at her scowl, and met Lucy’s gaze. “Home?”
“Home.” She smiled, planted her hands on either side of his face and kissed him thoroughly.
He growled against her mouth. “Wanna go back to her office?”
“Sheng! You’re terrible.”
“I am?”
“Yes, horrible. Wicked. Beastly.” Her voice dropped, swirling with a sultry edge. She tilted her head and nibbled his ear, making him so hard that waiting until he brought her home would be fucking torture. “Even if you’re only an itty bitty Rabbit.” Her laughter chimed in his ear before she pulled back to gaze at him with glinting, pale blue-gray eyes.
Tiger.
Although it was odd observing the spirit he’d hosted for so long in someone else’s body, he’d developed an appreciation for Rabbit. “I could get used to hosting the Rabbit.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I haven’t given this little bunny the credit it deserves. Without Rabbit’s unique abilities, we’d never have defeated your uncle. Maybe,” he winked, “I’ll hang onto this spirit for a while longer.”
She tapped one finger against her lips. “Mmm. I think I prefer you as my tiger.” Suddenly, she wrapped her hand behind his head, opened her mouth, and breathed Tiger’s spirit into him while drawing back the Rabbit. “Better?”
“Mmm hmm.” As Tiger rejoined him, the reunion warmed through every inch of Sheng’s being. He was whole again.
She crooked her finger at him. His hardened body obeyed as if she pulled his damned strings.
“Lucy.” He groaned her name, advancing on her, but frowned as she took a step backward. He arched a brow in question.
“First one home wins.” With a wink, she cloaked the Rabbit over herself, spun, and dashed through the temple doors.
Fuck, yeah.
Tiger blasted over him, pulsing with a shitload of eager energy. Rabbit’s fluffy white tail disappeared down the street and around the corner as he tore after her.
He fucking loved a good chase.
nĭn hăo – formal greeting
nĭ hăo – informal greeting
shūshu – uncle (father’s younger brother)
zhínǚ – niece (brother’s daughter)
xiānshēng – Mr.
Nonya – a traditional blend of Chinese and Malay cuisine
chī fàn – traditional words spoken for elders to eat first
xiăo tùzi guāi guāi – nursery rhyme “Well-behaved Little Rabbit”
tùzi – rabbit
Lái Zhīdé – Neo-Confucian philosopher who introduced the yin-yang symbol
sayang – “love” in Malay, used as a term of endearment
yin-yang – complementary, opposing forces that when in sync, result in the balance of the Earth. When out of sync, the Earth falls into imbalance. Yin is dark, cold, water, death, female, moon, etc. Yang is light, hot, fire, life, male, sun, etc.
jīng – one of the Three Treasures; sexual energy
qì – one of the Three Treasures; life-force energy
shén – one of the Three Treasures; spiritual energy
qìgōng – a practice involving coordinated breathing, movement, and awareness, traditionally viewed as a practice to cultivate and balance qì
Iron Crutch Li – one of the Eight Immortals
Hé Qióng – The Immortal Woman, one of the Eight Immortals
Pénglái, Fāngzhàng, Yíngzhōu – the islands of the Eight Immortals
Áo – a large marine turtle in Chinese mythology that carries the islands of the Eight Immortals upon his back
yāoguài – demons who live in Dìyù and sometimes break free
Dìyù – Hell. It contains eighteen layers.
batik – a traditional Malaysian fabric
wŭshù – a form of martial arts
Kongsi – a clan association; a secret society
Hai San – Sheng’s Kongsi
Ghee Hin – the enemy of the Hai San
Wen Shen – The Plague God responsible for the Red Death
Báijiŭ – an Asian liquor similar to vodka
Shèhúnzéi – “Spirit Thief”
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No matter what torture she puts her characters through, true love will always prevail. Love is, after all, the most powerful force on Earth, and beyond.
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(COMING SUMMER 2015)
Enter a secret guild of assassins…
As a member of the Lotus League, Natalie Quan is as lethal as she is invisible. Her newest mission brings her to Malaysia, and straight into the arms of the man she relinquished to her past. The only man who has ever seen through to her soul. And the one standing between her and hosting one of the twelve spirit animals of the Chinese Zodiac—the Snake. To keep the Snake and finally defeat the demon of her past, she’ll have to slip into one more disguise.
Some masks never hide the truth…
The last person Kassian Weld, Chosen of the Ox, expects to be named their newest member is Natalie. Years ago, she disappeared without a word. Now, she’s back with a sexy air of confidence, tempting him to end his pledge of celibacy. Despite her claims of being a capable assassin, no way in hell will Kassian allow Natalie to host the Snake—a volatile spirit. Yet Natalie is as driven to succeed as Kassian is determined to ensure she fails.
The vows that brought them together threaten to tear them apart…
Natalie is bound to the Lotus League, Kassian is devoted to his oaths, and they are both sworn to their fates as Chosen. The forbidden spark of desire reigniting between them threatens to consume their destinies. But when Kassian unmasks Natalie’s darkest secret, they’ll risk every vow they’ve taken for one chance to seize passion together…by the horns.
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
645 days since the first outbreak of the Red Death
The nose never failed to seal the disguise.
Natalie Quan flashed the customs officer a smile as he stamped and handed back her passport. The name on the document read, “Jason Wong,” but the latex prosthetic nose she sported precluded any questioning of her gender. That and the tube socks she’d stuffed into the front of her slacks.
She proceeded from the customs agent booth to the inside of the main terminal. Kuala Lumpur’s airport might as well have been made for ants. Tiny, indistinctive creatures. Exactly what she imitated.
The lethal threat no opponent ever saw coming—a shadow.
No, a Lotus.
She hefted her large black duffle over her shoulder and headed outside. While it might have been easier to hire a private jet for this trip, doing so wouldn’t have gifted her with the same advantage of anonymity a commercial flight did. Staff gossiped. If one person asked who the hell she or “he” was, her carefully constructed invisibility would be shot.
A single moment of letting down one’s guard was all it ever took. Her hand drifted to her collarbone and the healed bullet wound, fingertips grazing the small ring of raised, smooth flesh.
Call her anally cautious, but she’d never make that mistake twice.
A blast of suffocating, humid air engulfed her as she passed through the doors. She hailed a waiting taxi with one hand while adjusting those damned tube socks with her other.
One benefit of being a man? She touched herself and no one paid attention.
The sweet caress of AC greeted her inside the cab. As she rattled off the address in a gruff voice, her stomach twisted into knots.
The good kind.
> Six long years, she’d awaited this moment. At last, her chance to shed her past. To be reborn, as much as any soul could be renewed without dying, really. No more shadow-life for her.
Tonight, she would become a Chosen.
The taxi pulled around to the alley of the four-storied, red-roofed, dilapidated building. Through the rearview mirror, the driver sent her a “you sure about this?” look, eyebrows raised above dubious eyes. She’d bet if this man had any clue she was actually a girl, he’d never let her out of the cab. Not in this ghetto.
She ignored his questioning stare, handed him the fare, and shuffled out, slugging her duffle along with her. The taxi peeled away. She resisted the urge to pace in the alleyway, counting to ensure no one had followed her. She’d covered her tracks. Anyone searching for her would have scanned the flight manifests for a woman, not a man.
Nat forced her hand to drop from her scar and knock on the steel door instead. The lesson had been hard-earned, but she’d never screw up again. Rap-rap, tap tap tap. Less than a heartbeat later, the door opened.
An elegantly manicured hand with crimson nails beckoned. “Come in, come in, sayang.” The Matchmaker always addressed Nat using the Malay term for “dearest.”
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