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Scarlet Angel

Seraphim, aka Angel, has known Detective Noah Kamrynn ever since he first picked her up
on a charge of solicitation. She was surprised when he used his pull to get her off with
only a warning. In the coming years she was found by Malachi, president of the Scarlet
Arms. After joining the Arms she was trained in the art of being an assassin. Now her
savior from years before needs her help getting revenge against his sister's murderer. 

But will their feelings for one another interfere with their jobs? 

Will Noah have to choose between love and revenge?

Excerpt

"And why did you bring me here?" Alex asked, tipping her head slightly. 

In his other hand he had the remote for the stereo. As he turned it on, he slipped his
free arm around her, pulling her back against him, and pushed the play button. Alex froze
at what came out of the speakers. "Hi Candy." 

As the recording played, she felt him unzip her dress. In her ear he whispered, "I see
you wore the black baby doll..." His hand moved inside her dress, fingers running up over
her stomach and caressing her breast. 

She drew a deep breath. "Guess I should have seen it." In hindsight it was pretty obvious
when she put everything together. Knowing her extension, being able to put the gifts on
her desk without anyone seeing him. 

"Mmm," was his reply as he ran his lips over her neck. Alex let him do what he wanted,
all the while feeling his hard member pressed up against the cheeks of her ass. 

Loosening up, she leaned against him. "Why didn't you say something earlier?" 

He chuckled against her shoulder. "And risk a sexual harassment suit from you?" 

Alex went cold. If he'd been worried about that before, why wasn't he now? Not that she
would have sued him. In the car earlier, she'd thought about wild kinky sex with him, as
soon as he'd said they were coming back to his place. Now she was as freaked out as a
person could get, and terrified-- if she refused him it'd get worse. 

She swallowed the ball of tears forming in her throat. "So why aren't you worried now?" 

He sent the remote sailing across the room, to land with a thump on the couch. Pulling
his hand out of her dress he slowly turned her to face him. In the dim light of the room,
his eyes looked black. "Because--" 

He slowly removed her dress, slipping it off her shoulders to fall in a pile on the
floor. "You're not going to be able to tell anyone."