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Surviving made her a slave. Falling in love made her a fugitive… 

Eden Black isn’t just a kickass assassin. She’s been known to double your trouble, and blow a few minds in the process. Problem is, she’s wanted by the most dangerous race in the known Universe, and that bounty hunter they sent for her? 

He’s her only weakness.

“Gripping, fast-paced and totally edgy, this story grabs you from the start and doesn’t let go. GEMINI’S EDGE is a must-read that will leave you breathless.”

~ Linnea Sinclair, Award-Winning author of The Dock Five Universe series

"I loved this story! Such a cool concept and a badass heroine...heroines! I want to be a Gemini Twin." 

~ Stacey Kade, author of 738 DAYS

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Gemini’s Edge

Surviving made her a slave. Falling in love made her a fugitive...

Eden Black isn’t just a kickass assassin. She’s been known to double your trouble, and blow a few minds in the process. Problem is, she’s wanted by the most dangerous race in the known Universe, and that bounty hunter they sent for her?

He’s her only weakness.

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This is the extended cut version of the short story A Gemini’s Edge that first appeared in the RT 2016 Intergalactic Bar & Grille’s first ever for-fans-only anthology Dealer’s Choice.

Reader Advisory: This is a novella length science fiction romance. It contains explicit sexual scenes. For adults only.

Gripping, fast-paced and totally edgy, this story grabs you from the start and doesn’t let go. GEMINI’S EDGE is a must-read that will leave you breathless.

~ Linnea Sinclair, Award-Winning author of The Dock Five Universe series

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I loved this story! Such a cool concept and a badass heroine...heroines! I want to be a Gemini Twin.

~ Stacey Kade, author of 738 DAYS

Gemini’s Edge

© 2016 M.D. Waters

All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.

Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

Chapter 1

The man I’d been sent to kill smells after our long fight, but I’ll be damned if my manicure hasn’t held up like a champ. Not that the rats in this dust-covered hole they call a room care about my French tips. Maybe the squatters on the first floor will have more appreciation.

Fuck you, Gemini.

These assholes, always with the fuck you or fuck me Gemini. Never any in between. No imagination. What about clever plan or awesome acting skills? I’ll even take a compliment on my kick ass boots.

I smooth my low hanging ponytail and pull the dark length over my shoulder. Now, that’s no way to talk to a lady, Greg.

He jerks against the steel rope circling his torso. The chair legs scratch the wood floor with an ear piercing skurr. Another scuff mark to add to the others. But let’s not get it twisted; those are courtesy of his past detainees, not mine.

I recheck his snug binding, then ruffle his sandy hair. It was fun, but I gotta run.

Turning, I sidestep an area missing a few floorboards. The entire building’s slated for demolition; at least that’s what been projected on the warning holograms outside the past five years.

How about one last screw?

Despite my best efforts, my feet root, rocking me forward. The bastard certainly knows how to speak my language. But I can’t tell from his tone if he’s desperate and looking for a way to play me, or just wants to die with a smile on his face.

For old time’s sake, he adds.

I’d hardly call last night old times, but I’ll play. I rotate slowly on my heel until faced once again with his too-quick breathing, the sweat dotting his hair line, and the scent of sweet fear wafting off his perfectly muscled—above average even for a human—body. My body relaxes into the automatic adjustment meant to sex up my appeal. Lifted brow. Cocked hip bound inside black leather pants. Folded arms pushing my breasts further past the low V-neck maroon leather halter.

Greg smiles and nods toward a pile of dusty drop clothes lying in the corner of what used to be a living room. Stars, he’s hot. Too bad about the killing him part. I might have kept him for a pet.

Come on, Gemini. Wrap those long legs around me one more time. I won’t even ask you to untie me. What do you say?

You understand that I was paid to kill you, right? The sex was my holiday bonus.

Damn I have issues.

A smug laugh rumbles in his chest. And you liked every second of it.

I won’t disagree. Just wanted to be sure we were on the same page. My stiletto boots click hollowly on the hardwood as I close the gap. It’s not usually my thing to shack up with my targets. Twice. I flick the wires strapped to the explosives around his chest. Just a little something I whipped together for minimal collateral damage. I was only paid for his life, after all. We won’t even get into how I don’t feel like tempting fate by rocking your world. Not with you dressed like this, anyway.

I smile.

His return smile never reaches his eyes. I’ll pay you.

We’ve reached the insult portion of our talk? So soon? I’m not a prostitute. Truth be told, I screwed you because you’re hot, not because it was part of the job description.

Not for the lay. His smile falls flat. Let me live and name your price.

My reputation is worth more than any of the millions you’d have to start with as a down payment. Millions is overstating it, but whatever. I’ve made my point. I take a contract, the mark goes down. Period. No exceptions.

He lunges, and the chair scrapes forward again. I lift my foot and set the heel of my boot over his most precious jewels. His eyes flare and he resets his jaw, muscles flexing. I angle my head as if to say, Go ahead. I’m listening, but that doesn’t mean I’m buying.

Resignation sets into his broad shoulders into a slump. You’re making a huge mistake. The man I work for won’t stop until he figures out who killed me.

He’s adorable, isn’t he? Let’s say for argument’s sake that you’re right. You die and your boss wants vengeance—it’s a nice sentiment, isn’t it? Except he won’t look for me. He’ll go after the person who set the contract. They always do. I spread my hands in a helpless gesture. I’m nobody to this big bad boss of yours. I lean forward and let our noses touch. Except the best goddamn assassin he’s ever laid his eyes upon. In fact, I’m the perfect choice to deal with a double-crossing, thieving, murdering, scumbag employee like you.

Greg’s eyes widen.

That’s right, baby. He found you out.

His eyes dart around the empty room collecting dust, and he works the inside of his lower lip. He’ll want the money I took—

Hate to break it to you, but the only reason I didn’t kill you last night was because he wanted to be sure he didn’t need you anymore. He wiped your accounts two hours ago.

Sadly, we’ve reached the end of our time together. Desperation makes me nauseous, and that’s all he has left in this world. I might’ve felt bad for him if he were actually a good guy.

Yes, even a girl like me knows the difference.

But Greg’s not a good guy, and neither is his boss. I’m thinking of taking out that sorry asshole tomorrow. For free.