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Chastity Flame 3: Sample Chapter

Chastity Flame 3: Sample Chapter

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Published by K. A. Laity
A CUT-THROAT BUSINESS
A Chastity Flame Adventure, book three
Tirgearr Publishing
http://tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Laity_KA/a-cut-throat-business.htm

There’s a killer loose in London, protected in high places. Chastity Flame needs to look in the places the police can’t — or won’t — while a rogue colleague dogs her steps, looking for the key to secrets in her past. Can she find the killer before his bloodlust rises again? Will she expose her bitter rival before he targets more innocents? And how will she cope with the most dangerous mission — moving in with her boyfriend, Damien.
A CUT-THROAT BUSINESS
A Chastity Flame Adventure, book three
Tirgearr Publishing
http://tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Laity_KA/a-cut-throat-business.htm

There’s a killer loose in London, protected in high places. Chastity Flame needs to look in the places the police can’t — or won’t — while a rogue colleague dogs her steps, looking for the key to secrets in her past. Can she find the killer before his bloodlust rises again? Will she expose her bitter rival before he targets more innocents? And how will she cope with the most dangerous mission — moving in with her boyfriend, Damien.

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A Cut-Throat Business:A Chastity Flame AdventureK. A. Laity
(sample chapter)
For the Queen of Everything1
 Daddy's girl 
. That's what she'd always been. As she sprinted down the dark street,the phrase kept repeating in her head. Her heart beat a tattoo in her chest and her lungs
 
 burned as she raced along. Adrenaline filled her veins as she sought a way out, awayfrom this, but she could still hear his footsteps behind her.
 Daddy's girl.
He had grinned as he said the words, onto her wavelength, her weakness, in just a few minutes of conversation. She had actually been pleased. He wassmarter than they usually were, the men who fluttered around her like moths to a flame.She always found it easy to charm them, to make them desire her.You'd hardly believe she had once been a plain tomboy. Her well-toned legsmight be a legacy of that time, though exercise these days meant helping her maintain thelook that turned heads. Right then she wished she'd worked more on pure enduranceinstead of shapeliness, because his seemingly tireless steps got closer as she grew tired.She skidded around a corner and her terror exploded. It was a dead end.Panicking, her gaze darted back and forth, looking for some break in the brick walls thatlined the narrow lane. With a glance over her shoulder, she stumbled forward into aragged trot, eyes wild as she hoped there must be a way out of this. Someplace to hidewould appear, like it always did in bad dreams, in movies, just when there was no morehope. Then a bin or a box would be there where you hadn't noticed, and behind it anarrow passage that led to freedom.Her heart raced faster as the sound of his footfalls came closer.Bricks, bricks, more bricks: up too high, a few windows with broken glass. If shehad wings, a rocket, a fiery dragon—her thoughts were getting wild, hysterical. Isn't thatthe word they always used, the word only for women? She had such contempt for her gender. She had felt hunger and contempt in equal measures for men, those she desiredand those who desired her.He paused at the entrance to the narrow lane, staring at her. Earlier, she had preened as his interest became plain, but now she wished she had never seen him."Come to Daddy," he growled, in an obscene parody of the fatherly approval shecraved.There had to be some way out! She ran to the far wall, overly conscious of her own panting breaths. Her fingertips scraped against the bricks in vain, her overheated brain suggesting that there could be some kind of secret exit if she applied the right pressure. What was that movie where the bricks moved and opened, revealing a secret
 
alley? When she realised it was one of the Harry Potter movies, a giggle began in the back of her throat.
This is what it's like to be hysterical 
. Her giggles grew. No wonder they said a joke was hysterical when it was good. She stiffened when she heard his step so close behind her. The giggles becoming little gasps. She sank to the ground, hands up in adefensive posture."Now, now. This won't do." He grabbed her hand and yanked her to her feet.How she had admired his height and the strength evident in his shoulders whenthey met at the reception. She had been bored out of her skull, despite her boss' promisesabout rich, eligible men. Most were on the far side of fifty and the slope on that side of the hill looked steep. His hair was perfect. That was what she had noticed first; the tallforehead above the crowd, a cut that spoke not only of wealth, but of taste and precision.That precision now meant the soft black gloves that covered his hands."That's better, my sweet." He cooed the words as if that would soothe her. Now that she knew his truth, there was only terror. If her heart had poundedloudly before, she feared it would break right through her chest now. "Please..."He smiled. There was something so utterly inhuman in his face. The smile lookedlike the grimace of a predator and she knew at last that's what he was. She pulled back, but the grip on her wrist was too strong.All those nights in the gym working on her body and all she had ever cared aboutwas the look of it. Shouldn't her arms be stronger, too? She tried to yank her wrist away,which surprised him, but she did not get loose."Naughty child," he said, leaning closer. "Mustn't try to pull away from Daddy.He will have to punish you more." He wagged a finger at her with his free hand as shecontinued to struggle against his tight grasp. Her other hand scrabbled at the bricks as sheattempted to skitter away from him.Then she hit the other wall and knew that she had been cornered. Maybe therewas a way to reach him, to stop him. She swallowed and did her best not to look intothose eyes and their shiny blankness. "I have to be somewhere—" She stammered thewords out. Invention came slowly. Lying usually proved effortless. "They're expectingme...home." A cough choked off her words.

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