by Kit Rocha
Table of Contents
Cover
Marked
Beyond Temptation
Note from Kit
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Before You Leave Sector Four
Beyond Shame by Kit Rocha
About Kit Rocha
Rocky Ride
Note from Vivian
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Looking For More?
Baby, Be Mine by Vivian Arend
About Vivian Arend
All That Remains
Note from Lauren
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
More from Lauren Dane
Laid Bare by Lauren Dane
About Lauren Dane
Copyright Information
All that Remains
Copyright © 2014 by Lauren Dane
Rocky Ride
Copyright © 2014 by Vivian Arend
Beyond Temptation
Copyright © 2014 by Kit Rocha
The novellas contained herein are works of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Marked
Three stories of passion, possession, and ink.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lauren Dane takes you into a brand new world in ALL THAT REMAINS. Summer Killian falls fast and hard when Charlie arrives in Paradise Village. But the heat turns all the way up when she learns Charlie is also with Hatch – the man she loved four years before. While she’s not sure she’s cut out for a triad, neither man is going to give her up.
Take a ROCKY RIDE with New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Vivian Arend as she leads you back to the Six Pack Ranch. Anna Coleman might be the law around Rocky Mountain House, but bad boy Mitch Thompson knows that under the stiff RCMP uniform is a woman with a passion for speed and pleasure that matches his own, and he’s not giving up until she’s his.
Kit Rocha returns to Sector Four in BEYOND TEMPTATION. A promise to a dying friend backfires when Noah Lennox finds that the girl he was supposed to rescue is all grown up–and wearing O’Kane ink. He wants to protect her from the secrets of their past, but she wants him. And an O’Kane woman always gets what she wants.
Note from Kit
Hello, beautiful people,
Was that too familiar? I've never written one of these before, but if you've picked up our book, you are beautiful. I feel comfortable speaking for everyone involved in this anthology when I say: we love you. And thank you!
This collaboration has been one of the brightest spots in my life over the last few months. The mischief and fun of planning together, the thrill of pooling our skills and resources, the excitement of charting our own course. And the best part was getting to go on this adventure with people I love as friends and respect as writers.
Lauren Dane has owned my heart since I picked up Laid Bare and found a dirty-mouthed heroine who was unapologetic about her wants and needs, and not afraid to own her passion. But I especially love her speculative romance. All That Remains is a glimpse into a fascinating new world--the kind that will make you think the apocalypse might not be so bad.
Vivian Arend has been my friend for so long it might as well have been since the beginning. Her werewolves will make you laugh. Her cowboys will make you sweat. And in Rocky Ride, bad boy Mitch Thompson will make your ereader combust--especially because Anna Coleman is his match in bed and out. (Did I mention it's hot? Because it's hot.)
I hope you'll love both of their stories as much as I did! But for now it's time to welcome you to Sector Four. If this is your first visit, watch your step--the only thing more dangerous than the men are the women they run with. Don't worry, though. If you like to love hard and loud, you'll fit right in.
Kit Rocha
www.kitrocha.com
Blurb
Kit Rocha returns to Sector Four in BEYOND TEMPTATION. A promise to a dying friend backfires when Noah Lennox finds that the girl he was supposed to rescue is all grown up–and wearing O’Kane ink. He wants to protect her from the secrets of their past, but Emma wants him. And an O’Kane woman always gets what she wants.
Chapter One
Revenge was addictive.
Crouched on the roof of an abandoned warehouse, Noah snapped his lighter open and shut, the one nervous habit he allowed himself. He'd given up cigarettes years ago, but sometimes he felt the urge, especially on nights like this. Nights when justice was playing out before him, set into motion by a few righteous keystrokes.
Shadows moved across the street, figures slipping through the darkness, silent as ghosts. He knew they were coming, and he still almost missed them. One dark blur knelt in front of the shop door and slipped something from his pocket while two more melted into the alleys on either side, their shoes soundless on the cracked, gravel-strewn asphalt.
Eden trained their hitmen well. Not that they usually wasted an entire Special Tasks squad rounding up criminals from outside the walls--everyone in the sectors was a criminal, at least in the minds of the fancy folks in Eden--but sometimes they made an exception.
Sometimes you could make them make an exception.
Boots thumped lightly on the roof behind him, a split second before a low whisper broke the silence. "Did I miss the show?"
Noah recognized the voice. Brendan Donnelly, one of the most dangerous men in Sector Four, and not only because its leader depended on him. Bren wore the ink of the O'Kane gang now, but he'd come from Eden, from a Special Tasks squad.
Not a man to underestimate. "I'm impressed you knew there was going to be a show."
"Got a tip from an old friend." Bren crouched beside him and peered down at the alley. "Don't worry. It took me a while to link it back to you."
Across the street, the men were already carrying boxes out of the house. Fast. Silent. They piled them into the back of the electric vehicle in front of the shop, box after box of useless evidence. They undoubtedly hoped to figure out how some greedy sector seamstress had managed to manufacture the credits they used inside the shining walls of their utopian city.
It would take them years to realize she hadn't. It had taken Bren less than twenty-four hours. "What gave me away?"
"What else?" Bren flashed him a knowing look, then nodded down to the shop. "Emma apprenticed with her before coming to the Broken Circle, didn't she?"
Jaw clenched, Noah watched them drag the woman out into the street and shove her into the back of the truck. He'd paid her more tha
n enough to keep Emma in goddamn luxury, and she'd pocketed it and put the girl to work. "She wasn't supposed to be an apprentice. She was supposed to be safe until the heat from Sector Five died down."
"I thought that might be how it was," Bren said flatly. "How much did she take you for?"
More money than someone like her could have expected to see in a lifetime, but that wasn't why he'd set her up for such a terrifying fall. Emma had split, and Clara Danforth, facing the loss of those monthly payments, had gone for a payday. "Remember when you told me Emma was an O'Kane, and I didn't believe you?"
"I do."
"Fifty thousand." In the street below, the car pulled away. The rest of the squad melted into the shadows, undoubtedly to find their own way back to Eden's gates. No one stayed in the grimy hell of the sectors longer than they had to. "That was how much I paid for Emma and the farmer she'd supposedly fallen in love with to get into one of the mountain communities. She was supposed to be gone. She was supposed to be safe."
Bren swore, quiet and vicious. "That sucks."
More than Bren would ever know. The money was nothing. Unlike the seamstress, Noah really could make credits appear from thin air. Not that he'd used those for Emma's fresh start--that had been cash, almost everything he had left, and he'd sent it along with a clean conscience and a numb heart. It wasn't the end to the story he'd wanted, but it was the one he'd promised her brother. Emma was safe, happy, and nothing else could matter.
Except he'd fucked that up, too.
Straightening, Noah shoved his lighter into his pocket. "I guess your boss probably wants to see me."
"Figured you'd want to meet with him." Another penetrating look. "More importantly, I thought you'd want to see Emma."
He did, and wanting felt awkward after so many years of numbness. He didn't have room for feelings or desires. Emma had the potential to be a fatal distraction--and if the wrong people realized just how much she distracted him, he wouldn't be the one to suffer the consequences.
But he had to know she was okay. Not a want. A need. "Yeah. I'd like to see her."
"Then come on." Bren rose, casting one last look down at the silent, still street. "Show's over, anyways."
It hadn't been much of one, and that was how Noah preferred it. Quiet. Efficient. No way to trace it back to him--unless you had contacts inside Eden and knew his weakness.
He couldn't afford to have one, not if he planned to take down the man who had murdered Emma's brother and destroyed Noah's life. Which meant getting Emma out of the sectors or out of his system. Either worked, because one way or another, that chink in his armor had to be patched, or they'd both end up dead.
Bren was already moving toward the fire escape, so Noah followed, doing his best to ignore the wobbly iron and the rust. The whole thing felt fragile enough to crumble under their boots, so jumping the last five feet to the chipped pavement was almost a relief.
At least the buildings in this corner of the sectors were solid, not the leaning, rickety death traps he was used to in Three. Dallas O'Kane kept Sector Four relatively well-maintained--and under his absolute control.
No wonder he'd somehow known about the raid.
The closer they drew to the O'Kane compound, the cleaner everything got. No more cluttered alleyways or figures congregating in the shadows. The streets were well-lit, and it was easy to follow the noise and crowds to the very edge of Dallas O'Kane's personal empire.
Bren slowed near a sprawling brick building. Its façade was lit up, and thumping music spilled out of the barred windows and door. "Welcome to the Broken Circle."
Noah tried to reply, but a group of drunks shoved through the doors, and he got his first glimpse of the stage--and the person dancing on it.
Sweet little Emmaline Cibulski was all grown up.
It was a truth he'd never expected to face, not after three years of trying to forget she ever existed. He'd written a happy ending for her in his mind, one where she still looked like the nineteen-year-old girl he'd bundled out of Sector Five in the middle of the night. One where she was blonde, pink-cheeked from the cool mountain air, and probably pregnant with her second baby by that nice, boring-as-fuck farmer, living a nice, boring-as-fuck life.
The woman dominating the stage of the Broken Circle wasn't nineteen. She wasn't innocent. And she sure as fuck wasn't boring.
Music washed over Noah as he slipped through the door, a rough bass line that pounded in time with his heart as Emma gripped the hilts of the knives strapped to her sleek thighs and circled her hips with a raw, knowing sexuality that had Noah's dick half-hard already.
Emma was stripping at the most infamous bar in all eight sectors, a fact that would have been crazy enough all on its own. But tattoos curled around her wrists, cuffs that stretched from the tops of her hands halfway to her elbows, a sight only slightly less infamous than the bar. Members of Dallas's gang wore those cuffs, inescapable proof that she really had joined up with the O'Kanes.
Appreciative noises rose from the crowd as Emma slipped the sharp end of one blade under her shirt, slicing the tight black cotton right down the middle. It pulled away, baring her breasts--and the taut pink tips of her nipples.
The knife fell from her fingers with a clatter, and she jerked the cotton together with a wicked grin. Pleas and groans of disappointment rose from the crowd in equal measure, and she peeled the shirt open again, this time letting it slide off her shoulders to the floor.
Half-hard? How optimistic. Noah was a raging pervert, rock-hard and transfixed by her gorgeous tits--not to mention the seductive twist of her hips. Somehow, somehow, he had to remember that those tits and hips belonged to Cib's baby sister, and that he'd made a promise.
Keep her safe. Get her out of the sectors, or out of his system.
Both were looking less possible by the minute.
"Solid show, Em."
"Thanks." Emma dropped her knives and sheaths on the dressing table and slid her arms into her robe. The brushed satin stroked her skin like a lover, and she shivered as she drew her hair up into a loose knot.
Dancing was a rush, all right, the kind that kicked her senses and her adrenaline into overdrive, same as a fight. Sometimes, afterwards, all she wanted to do was fuck.
"Ladies." Dallas's familiar voice rumbled through the dressing room, and half the dancers rushed across the floor to fawn over him.
Emma watched him in the mirror instead. He was a big man, but he moved with absolute grace--the kind of self-assurance that came from owning everything around him, probably. From the top of his dark head to the tips of his worn boots, Dallas O'Kane was in charge. No questions asked.
His gaze met hers in the mirror, and Dallas patted one of the dancers on the hip before raising his voice above the noise. "Em, darling, I need a word. Upstairs."
She spun on her stool. "In your office?"
"Conference room." He tilted his head and seemed to consider. "You might want to get dressed first."
There went any chance he'd come to fetch her because tonight was the night he and Lex were finally going to rock her world. Emma kept her voice even as she rose and reached for her pants. "Something wrong?"
The other dancers were watching now, quiet and nervous. None of the other girls backstage tonight were family, and whatever Dallas had to say, it was clear he didn't plan to share it with outsiders. "Nothing to worry about. Just a little O'Kane business."
Emma threw off her robe and dressed quickly. "Break a leg out there tonight, girls." She snatched up her bag and followed Dallas through the curtain, out into the back hall.
He didn't speak until they reached the stairs, but the words were enough to make her stumble mid-stride. "Noah Lennox is upstairs."
Shock rendered her tongue thick. "Noah's here?"
Dallas caught her arm and steadied her. "In the conference room, talking to Lex. But before you see him, I wanted to talk to you."
Noah Lennox. He was the only remaining link to her past, a past full of str
uggle and pain and loss. The last time she'd seen him, he'd dropped her off on a back street in Sector Four in the middle of the night. No promises to come back for her, nothing. She'd missed him horribly for weeks, and then hated him just as intensely for leaving her.
She shouldn't have wanted to see him, but she did. So much her throat ached.
"Hey, darling." Dallas's fingers brushed her chin before he tilted her face up. "If you don't want to look at him, we'll spin right back around and that'll be it."
She shook herself and tried for a smile. "It's not that. I'm surprised, is all. I haven't seen him in four years."
"Well, this was inevitable. He's got skills I need, and I have resources he can use." Dallas dropped his hand but held her gaze. "I need to know if you can handle that."
Dallas wanted him around, of course--a hacker with Noah's abilities was invaluable--but something else lurked beneath the words. A question, but also a warning. "What are you saying?"
Exhaling, Dallas wrapped his fingers around her wrist--and her ink. "I'm saying you're an O'Kane. We need him, bad. But you're not a whore and you're not a prize, and I need to know you understand. Lex and I will ask a lot of you, but never that."
He could, though. There was no one to stop him, and precious few who would even try. In Sector Four, Dallas was the law.
It made his consideration that much more meaningful.
Emma leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Any other time, I might do it. But not with Noah. He was my brother's best friend, and he saved my life. He deserves better than getting played."
Dallas snorted and smacked her ass, urging her up the stairs. "If he can get me the intel I need, I'll bury him in all the willing pussy he wants. No playing."
Noah had never flaunted his women in front of Emma, but she knew what he was into. "He likes 'em dirty," she muttered as she started for the second floor. "Really dirty."
