Part of the #MFRWHooks: First Meeting #MFRWAuthor

How about a little bit from my re-release, Guns For Angels? Maybe the first time Mark and Ann meet? How about it?

Ann My sister was all the family I had. She was taken from me and now, someone wants me dead, too. Not sure why.

I’m sure I’m not going to give my life up, though. I’m not going to let them get away with my sister’s murder.

The new me will try, anyway.

You see, when she was alive I could live in brightness and peace. Now I have to accept the darkness within me. After all, isn’t life about balance? Ironically, the man who can teach me how to embrace the shadows is broken, hopeless, and angry. Mark is also the only one I trust to lead me through my heart’s night, and back into the light.

The one I trust to keep us alive.


A favor to a teammate: pick up two girls in trouble, take them to the Team’s safehouse. Should have been easy. It was not.

Then someone killed one of my team, one of my brothers. Now it’s personal.

They want me, too.

Even worst, they want Ann. The only person who cut through me, who woke me, who grabbed my hand and guided me back into life one smile at the time.

I’ll be damned if I let them have anything.

Not. One. Damned. Thing.

From NY to sunny Miami, Ann and Mark run into a maze of lie, betrayal, and death, where love is the only, terrifying certainty. And when truth unravels, they will have to risk all to survive.

Only 99 cents until release day

Chapter 1

New York City, a July night.

The gasp for air scratched Ann’s throat as she ran through the web of empty streets, through traffic lights that shone ruby. Footsteps echoed in her ears–close, too close–gripped inside her chest and twisted.

Ann ran for her life.

She dove into a dark alley, past trash bags that emitted the sickening stench of rotten food.

One, frantic thought dashed in her mind: do something. She was fast and fit but her legs hurt, her chest burned. She kept going like a blind mouse; they would catch her.

Despair, so strong and alive, clenched her lungs and slowed her down as she realized she had nowhere to go. The City was an enemy of locked doors and dark corners.

A car came on fast from behind. Cutting the glassy night with a rumble, it stopped beside her.

Ann’s legs stopped, her heart stopped. It was over.

The driver seat window buzzed a few inches down and a voice ordered, “get in the car.”

Petrified, she stood still wheezing in the hot night.

The window rolled further down and his voice rose again, deadly calm. “Get in. Now.”

What could she do but obey? She saw the gleam of the gun in his hand, she would be dead within two steps if she ran. Her sister’s scream kept playing in her ears, along with the hiss of bullets she’d dodged. This time, this man was too close.

Ann dragged her heavy feet in the back seat as he took the car into the road.

She could still fight some, she thought, trying to hole up in the opposite corner of the seat. Was she supposed to kill the man, or at least try, because he wanted to kill her?

Funny thing was, if she attacked him she would die, either because he’d shoot her like a dog or because they’d hit a wall or something–fatal, at the speed they were driving. Not the best outcome in any case, but at least she would go down with dignity. Did she really care about that?

“Front seat,” he ordered.

When she didn’t move, he shot her a glance from the rear-view mirror. Dark eyes were all she saw. “Get in the front seat,” he said. “I’m not gonna ask a third time.”

Ann’s shoulder hit hard the front seat when he slammed on the brakes. He turned around to face her. “Now, girl, I don’t know if you’re deaf or plain stupid, but if you want my help you do whatever I tell you to, and you do it quick. Understand?” The car peeled out down the road again, pushing her back once more. “Move!”

“What do you mean, help me?” she asked.

“Aw, shit, you’re stupid, ain’t you?” He puffed out a breath. “Okay, I thought it was clear, but let me break it down for you. Behind us? Bad guys trying to kill you. In this car? Good guy trying to keep you alive. Got it?”


“Why they want to kill you? Dunno, I guess it’s ’cause you don’t do what you’re told.”

Ann had such a bad, bad night. Her sister was missing, her peaceful, simple world shattered. “Now you listen, jackass!” She spat out from in between the front seats, resisting the urge to punch the side of his head. “I had what you might call an unpleasant evening so pick one: drop the attitude or leave me here.”

“Can’t. I’ll get fired, ’cause you’ll get killed. Although,” he added on a second thought, “nobody technically hired us, so…”

“Who are you? And if you want me to get in the front seat, for heaven’s sake, just ask. Gently.”

All sorts of weapons fired from his now murderous gaze, a striking contrast with the sweetness oozing from his voice. “Please, angel, can you join me in the front seat of this fucking car?”

Ann deemed it to be all the gentleness she could ask for and scrambled to his side.

“Seat belt,” he ordered.


The corner of his jaw clenched; the car speed increased accordingly. “Put the seat belt on,” he growled.

“I don’t trust you.” She had no clue on what was going on, but she wanted a quick way out if she came to need one.

He spared her a sideways glance and, for a short second, he looked amused. “I’m not one of those fuckers behind us. If I wanted you dead, angel, you’d be just that by now. Trust me on this one.”

She did trust him on his last statement and besides, if he wanted to kill her, what was the point of taking her away? To kill her in private? He didn’t seem too concerned about being subtle.

The seat belt clicked at her side. “That’s very comforting,” she said. “Thank you, ill-mannered stranger.”

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11. Can’t Blame a Guy For Flirting12. Body to Body Closeness ~ Kayelle Allen
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