Trained in Blood [Lords of the Expanse 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)
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“Then that’s a good thing that I have good looks on my side.” Violet leaned in and kissed him back. “But for now I really think that we need to move or we will again be a part of each other.”
Knowing he wouldn’t be going back to sleep, mainly because he couldn’t stand to see the “vision” again he nodded. “Let’s go and get some breakfast, love,” he said softly. They both needed to eat even if they didn’t feel like it. “I could use a good cup of coffee today I think.” An oddity since he never drank it unless he was beyond exhausted.
“I think that sounds like a really good idea.” Violet sighed and gave a slow nod even as her face twisted slightly. “I’m more than perfectly fine with us going and finding some food, and coffee for you.” Because both of them needed time to process the vision, mostly him though. She would likely figure it out long before he ever could. Hopefully she’d help him out and just share.
Pulling her close he kissed her softly. “I love you, Vi, we’ll figure it all out and help our son stay safe and keep the one for him safe. I swear it,” he murmured, hoping she’d believe him and take him at his word. He hated to see her so afraid, so scared that he could taste it in the air and he could do nothing to alleviate it.
“I know, Titan. Together you and I will be able to do anything.” Violet had complete and total confidence in herself and her husband, especially when they worked together.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in the mid-seventies, this thirty-something woman has only been writing for the last six years of her life, faithfully that is. Honor has always been scribbling a phrase, a curious word, or the oddest of thoughts down on anything she could find laying about. Now she piles them up before her and, if one catches her fancy, she further explores it to whatever its end might be.
A lover of books, her reading material spans from Shakespeare to mysteries and all the way to the erotic. Anything and everything she can lay her hands on she’ll read. Though, these days, she leans more toward the paranormal than anything else.
Poetry was her first love, lasting about three solid years. Don’t ask. She won’t show many of them to anyone. Then short stories became the focus and finally she began to write for more than just writing what came to mind. She started to write for pleasure and to tell the story that begged to be told.
Life and family came next. Working full-time as a customer service representative and raising two children got in the way, and the writing that she so loved as a teenager seemed to be pushed off to the back burner of everything.
So several years passed and her children turned into more than the babies that demanded her attention and into young children and then teenagers with different demands, ones that allowed her to once more spread her imagination to the wind and ask for more, want more.
As with all great things, the door to her notebook-written world might have been closed and placed on hold, but where a door closes another one opens, and in this case it was with the advent of buying a computer.
Honor spends many a sleepless night pounding at the keyboards. She is a consummate professional in her daytime career. However, at night her visions swing to the fantastical and in those long hours after the children and husband are in bed, she weaves together words and blends up stories that not only bring a whole new meaning to romance, but sizzle the pages with a heat that will have the readers begging for more.
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