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331 pages, ebook
First published April 5, 2018









I’d give my life for you, she heard his voice in her head, in her blood, as he continued to hold her gaze. I have never known love before you. Never loved in return. And I never shall love any woman but you.





"What do you want from me?" he rasped huskily, his mouth a hair's breadth from hers.
She thought of saying something flippant or flirty, but couldn't come up with anything but the truth:
"Everything," she whispered.
A sharp indrawn breath, and then —
Heaven.
As his mouth covered hers, hot and delicious.
I'd give my life for you, she heard his voice in her head, in her blood, as he continued to hold her gaze. I have never known love before you. Never loved in return. And I never shall love any woman but you.
To desire was to want. To want was to expose oneself to weakness. Weakness that could be used to bring endless pain and torment. And it all began with pleasure. Pleasure was addictive. Pleasure spawned desire. Ryu felt deep in his bones that Ava Monroe was pleasure incarnate. She should wear a sign that said: “This way lies folly. Trespass at your own risk.” She was dangerous to his peace of mind. He could not afford to be distracted by her. Not when he might need to end her life.
I believe that if someone was stronger than others, it is his duty to share his strength, to protect the weak. Never to take advantage. No one has more right to survival than anyone else
“What do you want from me?” he rasped huskily, his mouth a hair’s breadth from hers. She thought of saying something flippant or flirty, but couldn’t come up with anything but the truth: “Everything,” she whispered. A sharp indrawn breath, and then— Heaven.
“You’re made just for me, Ryu Takamura. I want to claim you for my very own.”



“I didn’t know what desire was until you”
“You’re made just for me, Ryu Takamura. I want to claim you for my very own.”
“What did he tell you about me?” His tone was mildly curious, but his eyes glittered with intensity.
“Nothing,” Ava answered. “We haven’t known each other very long.”
“Yet you love him.” Ava shrugged, as if to say she was helpless against her feelings.
“Do you need a certain amount of time to fall in love or to know you love someone?”
Or heck, maybe aroma would be the most appropriate description for the way the volatized chemical compounds he produced from scent glands all over his body, more commonly known as pheromones, made saliva pool in her mouth as if she had just been presented a decadent, dark chocolate fudge wrapped in a crisp white chocolate casing with a graceful swirl of raspberry sauce and an elegant sprinkle of hazelnut on top.
“What’s your favorite thing about him?”
Everything.
“He has the sexiest voice,” Ava didn’t mean to blurt out.
“Oohh,” her mother cooed appreciatively. “Call him up so you can record him and send me the file.”
“Mom!”
“Or better yet, Facetime him and record the video.”
“I don’t even have his number!”
“What’s his name?”
Holy Mary Mother of God!
“Ryu Takamura,” Ava said under extreme duress. “Happy now?”
“I’ll Google him and tell you what I find out. Talk to you later, sweetie pie!”
She never got away with anything with her mother.
“He’s taking care of me,” she admitted.
Very very good care of her. There was a screech of glee on the other line and Ava turned her ear away from the speaker and grimaced.
“Put him on the line! I want to talk to him!”
“Mom—”
“And don’t say he can’t come on, because I know he’ll want to make a good first impression on his prospective parents-in-law.”
“Mom!”
“Ava, we don’t bite, you know we’re teddy bears. I can butter him up for you, tell him about all your most endearing traits, the ones that don’t evolve around your work.”
“He’s in the shower and—”
Ava clapped a hand over her mouth while more gleeful screeching ensued half way around the world.
Ryu chose that moment to emerge from the bathroom…
…“What is it?” he asked, taking in her strange expression, a mix between dry-mouthed lust and chagrin.
“Oh my Lord! Is that him? He sounds waayyy sexier than you let on, Ava!”
Ryu froze in the process of running a smaller towel over his wet hair, his eyes darting from the speaker to Ava, whose look of chagrin turned into an uncomfortable wince.
“Ryu? Is that you, honey? May I call you Ryu? This is Ava’s mama, Ana Lucia Monroe.”
Ryu’s eyes widened as he realized the magnitude of the booby-trap he’d stepped into. He looked to Ava for guidance, for help, but she just clamped her mouth shut and stared back at him. And then she shrugged, as if to say, “sorry dude, nothing I can do for you here.”
“I am just so happy you’ve decided to take our Ava out,” Mrs. Monroe continued, not seeming to need much in the way of response from him.
“She’s coming off a long relationship drought.”
Ava slapped a hand on her forehead and closed her eyes. Ryu’s eyes darted to her nervously.
“But you know, that’s because she takes her relationships very seriously. Our Ava is a good, chaste girl.”
Ava’s whole face was now cupped in her hands.
“She can’t say enough good things about you, Ryu,” her mother gushed on, “We, Ava’s father and I, that is, can’t wait to meet you.”
“Mrs. Monroe—”
“Call me Ana Lucia, honey,” Ava’s mother interjected, “or better yet, call me Ma. Ava does.”
At this she giggled girlishly, as if tickled pink at the notion.
“Well, all right, baby girl,” her mother reluctantly conceded, “but be sure to put Ryu on the phone again next time. I love hearing his voice.”
Some muffled grumbling could be heard in the background.
“You know I love your voice best, Gavin Monroe,” her mother called out. “But you gotta face it, the boy’s got something special in that husky baritone of his. Sends shivers down a girl’s spine, it does.”
Ava moaned silently, banging her forehead on the desk she sat at. She didn’t see Ryu look back at her and tip up his lips in a genuine smile of amusement.
Ryu Takamura is the Dark Ones’ Assassin. He has never missed his target…until now.
Until her.
“Japanese women are so dainty and elegant,” she said, just a bit enviously. “Even the tall ones I’ve seen are dainty. So slim and graceful.”
“They remind me of praying mantises.”
The comparison was so startling, Ava looked into his eyes again.
“All straight lines and sharp angles. Whereas you, on the other hand…”
Ava leaned forward a little, the better to take in a compliment if he was feeling generous.
“…Are like a bumble bee.”
Oh. She sat back again as her face fell, though she immediately tried to make her expression more neutral lest he saw her disappointment.
“Round and furry,” he added salt to her wounds.
Worse and worse! What woman wanted to be called round and furry?! Ava couldn’t conceal her dismay this time as her shoulders hunched and her head bent and her cloud of frizzy, unbrushed hair fell forward to shield her embarrassed face.
What Ryu kept to himself was that he’d always liked bumble bees.