by BWWM Club
As they walked through customs two men in business suits walked up to them and flashed badges. Rick had expected it to happen and gave them their folders with the fake ID’s in them. They took them, flipped through the materials inside it and looked up.
“We already spoke to her,” the first man said. “Where’s the drive?”
Rick reached in his pocket and handed it to the man. “Here it is. You tell her the next time she tries to hand me over to her buddies in Moscow I’m not going to be so forgiving.” Dumbfounded they took it and let them walk away.
It was later that evening when they were in bed in Rick’s house that Monique finally asked him how he knew it was the station manager, not Yuri, who had tipped off the SVR men who came after them.
“They were working together,” he told her. “Yuri was contacted by her to get it back and hand us over to the SVR. He knew I’d hide it in the warehouse if we were captured. All he had to do was find it. Then she’d pay to get it back. And we would vanish into the Russian penal system. No honor among thieves.”
Monique fell asleep looking at the huge diamond ring he’d bought her earlier that day.
The end.
If you enjoyed this ebook and want me to keep writing more, please leave a review of it on the Amazon Kindle store (the page where you bought it). By doing so you'll allow me more time to write these books for you as they'll get more exposure. So thank you. :)
Get Another BWWM eBook Free!
Hi there. As a special thank you for buying this ebook, for a limited time I want to send you another one completely free of charge directly to your email! You can get it by clicking the cover below or going here:
Direct link: www.saucyromancebooks.com/love-bwwm-romance-books
This book is so exclusive you can't even buy it. When you download it I'll also send you updates when new books like this are available.
Now, if you enjoyed the book you just read, please leave a positive review of it on Amazon. It'll help get it out there a lot more and mean I can continue writing these books for you. So thank you. :)
More Books By Aaron Steel And Other BWWB Club Authors
Also available: The Fighter Pilot's Baby by Tyra Small of BWWM Club.
About:
Bianca up till now hasn't been very lucky in love.
So when she meets and falls for Alex, a fighter pilot in the military, she decides to take things slow and see how things develop.
That is until she finds out her body is going into early menopause!
Now she has a choice to make:
Either try and get pregnant as soon as possible, or risk losing the ability to have children all together.
Bianca knows she wants to try for children, but is military man Alex the right person for the job?
And if so, will he even be ready for kids?
Find out in this sexy new romance by Tyra Small of BWWM Club.
Click here to get The Fighter Pilot's Baby now.
*
Or if you want something a bit different, you'll love To Love A Hunter, a paranormal romance story by Mary T Williams (sample and description of what it's about below).
Description:
In a world where paranormals are the norm and humans are the minority, Tisha is werecat, and a healer for her local community.
Largely content in life, the only thing missing is a lover to share it with.
That is till Hunter arrives on the scene.
Handsome, well built, and abs to die for.
A much desired bachelor, who now only has eyes for Tisha.
But Hunter has a secret.
Previously a bounty hunter, his past is littered with enemies, one of which is currently out for revenge!
A powerful werewolf shifter who lost an eye at the hands of Hunter is now on their case, threatening to take their relationship away from them, along with Hunter's life.
Can Tisha and her new man handle this threat while trying to make their relationship work?
Find out in this hot new shifter romance story from Mary T Williams and Shifter Club (search us).
Suitable for over 18s only due to sex scenes between an alpha male and a curvy panther shifter.
Sample:
Sunday afternoons were for gathering plants in the woods for her potions and medicines. Tisha the Healer, as she was called in the nearby village of Thessa, meandered through the woods, reveling in the varied, verdant shades of green around her and the music created by the small and large creatures who lived there. More comfortable surrounded by the trees and nature than people and houses, Tisha took her time when she gathered her herbs and roots, hoping she wouldn’t run into any creature with the ability to speak.
She shook her head at herself as she lifted her foot to keep from stumbling on a protruding root. I’m a healer and I barely like weres, fairies, or humans, she thought, smirking at herself.
She changed her thoughts and concentrated on the woods around her, focused on the specific plant she needed for Chrissa, the little girl who had sickened over night with a strange illness no one could diagnose. What she needed was actually a root with an orange flowering plant attached to it. The only time the plant flowered and could be detected as the correct root was near dawn.
Tisha had risen before the sun rose in the hopes of finding the elusive root. Because she wasn’t sure exactly what was wrong with the child, she wanted to at least give her something that would ease the fever so she would have time to figure it out. Chrissa’s mother had sent for her after dinner last night after the village doctor could find no clue as to what ailed her. Unfortunately, Tisha hadn’t been able to give a diagnosis either. She’d promised to come back with the potion as soon as she could find the root, and Chrissa’s mother had been grateful.
A pair of fairies flew close to her face, flittering about, smiling at her. Tisha smiled at them and decided to ask them for help. The fairies who lived in the trees often helped her when she couldn’t find exactly what she needed. Helpful fairies were a rarity; they didn’t like large creatures that towered over them and usually stayed among the leaves when weres, humans, or any other creature was around. But they seemed to like Tisha, who was a regular in their woods.
“Good morning, sweet ladies,” Tisha greeted in her smoky voice. They twittered their greeting, their voices almost too high-pitched for Tisha’s ears. Humans couldn’t hear them at all.
“Tisha the Healer, welcome,” Periwinkle spoke.
Tisha had nicknamed the ones she saw regularly. Fairies never revealed their names to any other species than their own. The one who’d spoken was the sweet shade of the flower. Her hair and dress were exactly the same color, and her skin, while close to the shade of a human’s, was tinged the same blue. Periwinkle’s friend, perhaps sister, Tisha wasn’t sure, she’d nicknamed Bell because she was the exact green of a bell pepper, Tisha’s favorite vegetable. All fairies had diaphanous wings that hummed when they flew.
Bell’s lovely face scrunched in a charming smile. “You seem lost today, Tisha the Healer.”
Tisha smiled. “You always know when I need help. I think you fairies hide some of your powers from the rest of us,” she teased.
The fairies exchanged glances and looked back at Tisha, their eyes twinkling mysteriously. Periwinkle answered Tisha. “You crash through the woods noisily when you can’t find something. When you know where you’re going, you’re as stealthy as a cat.”
Tisha laughed, her big breasts jiggling attractively enough to draw the eyes of the fairies. Bell smiled. “Tisha the Healer, you should not spend your life alone. But don’t worry, you won’t.”
Tisha tilted her head to the side and giggled. “You’re predictions are so vague. It would be nice if you would tell me that on All Hallow’s Eve I will meet the man of my dreams dressed in a red cloak riding a green horse.”
The fairies tittered, Periwinkle covering her mouth with her hand. Bell flew close to Tisha and whispered, “You will find him soon, Tisha the Healer
. But I can’t tell you more than that.”
Tisha’s smile slipped. The fairies had always predicted small things that had come true, but never something that might be life-changing. She wasn’t looking for a man in her life; men complicated everything. She replaced her smile quickly.
“Sweet fairies, thanks for the information,” Tisha said, bowing her head just a little to them in appreciation.
Bell inclined her head as well. “Now, Tisha the Healer, what is it you’re looking for?”
“I need the root of the plant called a titian. It has an orange flower.”
Periwinkle giggled and landed on Tisha’s shoulder to rest her wings. Fairies were about the size of a child’s forearm and weighed no more than a six-week-old kitten. “You silly, we know what a titian is.”
Tisha grinned. “I know, sweet fairy, but I like to hear myself talk.”
“Your voice is lovely, Tisha the Healer,” Bell complimented as she landed on her other shoulder.
“Thank you.”
“You are welcome,” Bell returned. “If you will walk to the left of this tree and immediately turn to your right, you will find a boulder. Behind that boulder is the flower you need.”
Tisha sighed a breath of relief. “Thank you so much for helping me today, lovely ladies. You don’t know how much you’ve helped me.”
“Ah, but we do Tisha the Healer.” The two fairies lifted off her shoulders and hovered above her. “We hope little Chrissa is healed soon.”
Tisha tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. “Do you two know if she will get better? Or what is wrong with her?”
Again the fairies exchanged glances and looked back at Tisha. “Tisha the Healer, we cannot tell you the outcome of human affairs,” Periwinkle said.
Tisha nodded and smiled at them. Bell winked at her and smiled a knowing smile, and Tisha felt better about Chrissa and her mysterious illness. The pair had revealed no real prediction, but the wink and smile was a positive move. Tisha waved as they flew up into the tree leaves and disappeared. She turned to the left and walked around the tree nearest her, then immediately looked to her right. The boulder, large, gray, and covered in moss, was exactly where the fairies had told her it would be. She circled it and found the plant.
The sun had been up for only fifteen minutes, but already the flower was closing its petals to protect itself from the sun. Hurriedly, Tisha dug the plant up and uprooted it. She put the entire plant into her basket. She knew what the root’s properties were and what she could use it for, but she could experiment with the plant to make sure it had no other medicinal uses.
She scurried back as quickly as she could to the path that led to her little cottage on the outskirts of the woods. Sometimes with certain plants, the medicinal properties had to be reaped as soon as the plant was out of the ground. The titian was one of those plants, but luckily it didn’t have to steep once extracted. She’d be able to take the medicine to Chrissa as early as lunch if she got started right away.
When she stepped out of the woods on the path, she admired her cottage from afar. The thatched roof had only a few months ago been repaired after a harsh winter. She kept cats around to help with the ever-present mouse problem, but honestly, she just loved the three little cats roaming her rafters. The cottage was a two room home, the living room and the kitchen one of the rooms, and her bedroom the other. Simple and well-maintained, her home always smelled like various herbs, plants, and flowers. Her kitchen doubled as her work space, and she rarely let anyone inside.
The cottage was in a clearing with many trees shading it from the harsh summer sun. Occasionally, traveling fairies would stop and ask to sleep in her trees, which they found charming and interesting. Tisha had never asked her fairy friends, but she felt like the fairies could talk to the trees, or at least could understand when the trees whispered. She wished she could also speak with them; she bet they had so much to teach, but no such luck.
As she studied her home, she noticed a man, a human man, sitting on a stump in front of her cottage. His large torso and muscular arms indicated he was a laborer, and the crooked nose on his face showed he also liked to spar. She sighed a little; she’d really wanted to start on Chrissa’s medicine, but it looked like she had a patron. She put on a smile as she walked up.
“Hello, sir,” Tisha greeted while walking up. “Is there something I can do for you?”
The man laboriously rose to his feet, and Tisha saw the rip in his pants and the mostly-dried blood around the rip. “Good morning, ma’am. The villagers told me you might be able to help me?”
“Please sit back down, sir. What happened to your leg?” Tisha had dropped her basket to the ground to move forward and ease the man back onto the stump.
He grunted as he sat back down. His face was a little pale, but Tisha hoped that was from the pain rather than a loss of blood. “Well, I actually came to Thessa to join the builders working on the new worship building. On my way into the village, a group of teenage weres started messing with me. I fought back, and one of them shifted and clawed my leg up pretty good.”
Tisha shook her head as she stepped away from him to go inside. “Give me just a second. I need to grab a few things from inside.” He nodded as she pushed open her door and latched it behind her.
As she gathered the necessary items, such as clean linen and witch hazel to clean the wound, bandages, and scissors in case she needed to cut his pants, she mumbled to herself about the prejudices of her kind. Weres and other supernaturals dominated this world, outnumbering the humans by at least five to one. But that didn’t mean they dominated humans just because humans had no special powers. She hated the fact that weres still attacked humans with no provocation. And those in power, the witches, wizards, and weres who ruled, created no laws to prevent this behavior. Sometimes I don’t like this world much, Tisha thought as she located the witch hazel in her cupboards.
When she turned back to the door, she startled back. Elizabeth, her ghostly best friend, was standing between her and the door, and Tisha had nearly walked through her, something she found quite uncomfortable.
“Gods, Elizabeth! Why do you try to make me walk through you?”
Elizabeth sniffed. “I like to feel your warmth.”
“Well, I don’t much enjoy the cold,” Tisha replied.
“You’re so mean sometimes.”
“Yes, yes, I know, I’m horrible,” Tisha placated sarcastically. She and Elizabeth had had this exact conversation since Tisha had bought the cottage from the village holy man five years ago. She’d inherited Elizabeth along with the cottage.
Elizabeth had moved to the window and was peering out at the human. “What’s wrong with him?”
“A group of teenagers attacked him.”
Elizabeth looked back at her. “Weres?”
“Yes,” Tisha answered as she opened the door to walk out. She heard Elizabeth tsk at her answer and knew she’d hear all about how when she was young, humans, like she had been, had dominated the world.
“All right, sir, let’s take a look at that leg.” Tisha kneeled in front of him and pulled open his pant leg. Luckily, the claw marks weren’t deep, just long. They’d bled quite a bit, and Tisha hoped that most of the dirt and grime had been washed away. “I’m going to pour this witch hazel over the wounds to wash it, then I’ll clean it, put some ointment on it, and bandage it. You won’t be good as new, but you should heal.”
“Thank you, ma’am. I’m Hank.”
“Tisha. This is going to sting a bit.” He hissed when she poured it over the wound. As the blood cleared, she could tell these were werewolf claws, but she asked to make sure.
“Yes, the one who hit me was a werewolf, but I’m not sure about the other two. They didn’t shift, only laughed,” he said, bitterness tainting his voice.
She glanced up at him. “Our world certainly isn’t always a beautiful place.”
“No, it sure isn’t.” He looked at her and smiled. “Thank you for helping me.”
“You’re more than welcome,” Tisha said as she dabbed ointment onto the wounds. “I’m going to give you some of this to put on it tomorrow. And you’ll need to change the bandages. After that, you should be ok as long as you keep it clean.”
Hank nodded, watching her as she tied the bandage tightly around the wound. “So not all weres are bad,” he said with a chuckle.
She smiled. “Nope. Just like all humans aren’t bad.”
Hank stood and shook her hand. “How do I pay you, Tisha?”
“Um, most people trade. Some give me money. However you can pay me, that's fine,” Tisha said.
Hank reached into the pocket of his pants, pulled out a coin, and handed it to her. “Is this enough?”
Tisha’s eyes widened a little. “Hank, this is too much. Do you have anything smaller? Or maybe we could work out a trade?”
Hank smiled at her. “You deserve this much for the good work, I’m sure you do.”
She shook her head. “Well, thank you.” She raised the coin. “I’ll put this to good use.”
He lifted the jar of ointment in a salute to her and said, “Thanks for the ointment. Hope we run into each other again.”
“If you need more, just let me know. I’ll be in the village off and on. How long do you think it will take y’all to build the worship building?”
“Oh gosh, I’m not sure. We only just started. We’ll be here through the summer at least,” Hank answered.
“Then I’m sure we’ll see each other,” she replied, shaking his hand once more. “Have a safe walk back to the village. I’m sorry I don’t have a horse you could borrow.”
“It’s only a two-mile walk, but thanks,” Hank replied and turned to leave. He limped a little, but he’d make it and be able to work without too much pain. The ointment she’d given him did have a painkilling property. He’d paid her so much more than she had expected, she decided she’d carry some ointment with her and give it to him just to be nice.