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Kingdoms of War-Sneak Peek


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I know, I know, it’s been a long while since we did this. Truth is, we haven’t been doing much writing but that seems to have passed. It’s amazing how the act of pulling a chapter out of story and putting it into its own file can free me up to find the right path! Let’s hope it continues :)

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From the upcoming “Kingdoms of War”
by Lisa Beth Darling
Copyright 2013–ALL Rights Reserved

Keeping her knee pinned in place and her wrists secured to the floor with one hand, Raven let his free hand wander over the hardened leather of the vest before sliding the zipper and searching both inner and outer pockets. Relieving her of three blades, a pair of brass knuckles and a can of Mace, he threw the vest wide open laying it on the floor to either side of her. His eyes locked to hers Raven tried to read her mind through those haunting pools hoping to read any sign she was about to try something foolish, something that might get her hurt or even killed. So far she was compliant even as the palm of his hand wound over her left pocket and the mound of soft flesh beneath. Raven plucked out a Derringer pistol, to his surprise it looked authentic, he tossed it to Charlie then moved for the other pocket. The palm landed upon a box cutter with a spare pack of razor blades but his fingertips landed on something else; the outline of a holster. Her eyes gleamed though her face gave no expression. Raven let go of her wrists just in time.

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A small but very sharp blade sprung into the palm of her hand from below the sleeve of the denim jacket, she lashed out with it as Raven pulled back. Missing her target she gave out a heft grunt of disgust as John moved in to disarm her. Taking up position at her head, John took over the job of holding down her arms to free up Raven’s hands.

Raven yanked the four-inch blade from its spring-loaded holster and nodded admiringly, “Nice,” Raven crooned, “you really came prepared, sister. My Father would just love you.”

“Fuck you and your daddy,” she hucked a wad of spit into Raven’s face.

Wiping it away, he let out a chuckle, “Oh yeah, he’d love you.” Shaking a finger at her as he let out a sigh he advised, “Take it easy. I already told, I’m not here to hurt you so just relax.” He whispered as he unbuckled it at her waist and reached between her legs to unbuckle the straps on both quaking thighs. Nimble fingers deftly flipped open each buckle and then yanked it out from her body to toss it across the floor. Looking down into those eyes he saw a very sad thing; he saw the light in them begin to fade as the fight threatened to flood out of her. Drawing in a deep breath with the intention of letting out a heavy sigh, he took in the faintest scent of honeysuckle. It wafted to his nose sweet as a summer rain on the breeze and then it flooded through him in a tidal wave of sweet intoxication.

Fighting the primal urge to do just as those wide eyes feared, Raven continued his search of her enticing body wishing she were wearing a dress he could hike up and reach under. He could push her legs open and probe those outer walls between them. Straining to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head, Raven finished his work by pulling two more daggers from her boots before letting her up. Satisfied that she had no other weapons, he eased his body away from her to stand over her and offer her a hand.

“Fuck you,” she spat as she slapped it away and rose to her feet under her own power. “If you really are Raven, where the fuck have you been?”

“Again with the ‘fuck you’?” Keeping his eyes on hers, he reached down for the Glock on the floor and secured it in his belt, “Been busy,” he muttered.

“Yeah, I guess Armageddon takes time to pull off,” she shot, “that and tellin’ those bullies of yours they can just take over. Great leader you are.”

“And you are?”

Backing up a few steps and inching her way to the right to keep an eye on all three of them at once she answered defiantly, “Nora,” she snatched a bottle of Jack Daniels from the bar, smashed it, and brandished the jagged neck at them, “keep your distance or I’ll cut your nuts off, got it?”

I hope you enjoyed my little offering!

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