Shadowed (Team Zero #4) by Rina Kent

I can’t help laughing. Since I told him about that, he’s been especially proud in a possessive, caveman kind of way.

My lips graze his cheek. “Ask me, anyway.”

A sheen of uncertainty covers his expression as he asks. “Will you marry me, beautiful?”

I kiss him long and hard until both of us are out of breath. “Yes, my monster.”


The End



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Next up is Misted, Hawk and Mist’s book!

Release date: July 25th, 2019

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Blurb

She’s his obsession. He’s her dark secret.

Mist

Our secret tore us apart and turned us into enemies.

He doesn’t know that I’m keeping a bigger secret from him.

So when he returns demanding to rule the mafia business with me, I fight back.

We can’t coexist when there’s so much blood between us. Or so I tell myself as I fall harder and deeper for him all over again.

I need to stop before the blood on my hands destroys us.



Hawk

She thinks I don’t know.

She thinks she can hide just because I left her alone for fifteen years.

See, I never left.

I’ve been watching, scheming, and calculating until the right moment to strike.

I’m done lurking in the shadows.

Our secret isn’t scary. I am.

While waiting for Misted, have you read Ghosted? The story goes in parallel with Shadowed.

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Ghosted Excerpt



I measure him from bottom to top. Black leather shoes. Pressed black trousers. Both of his arms are resting on the chair's armrests. One of his wrists is bandaged. Intricate tattoos seep from underneath his cuffs and cover the back of his hand.

Wait.

Those tattoos are familiar. Way too familiar.

My gaze snaps to his face. My entire body goes rigid.

He's watching me with a tilted head. The darkness of his eyes swallows me like they did earlier today. They're even more frighteningly intense now.

The stranger from the alley.

How...?

No. My top priority is to get accepted in this place and he's my only ticket in.

Now is one of those times to prove my worth. Only this is a lot different from an underground match. Punching, kicking? No problem. Talking to a handsome man and attempting to seduce him? That's an entirely different bag altogether.

The man staring at me with a tilted head is another type of opponent. I just have to impress him instead of picking a fight.

With a deep breath, I stand and saunter to the mini-bar on the side of the room, making sure to take my time. I stop in front of the bottles. The smell of scotch and bourbon brings a wave of familiarity. Now, alcohol is something I can deal with.

"What would you like to drink?" I would guess whiskey. He seems like the whiskey type.

"What makes you think you can offer me a drink?" His deep voice sounds right behind me. His heat radiates down my back.

I flinch. I didn't even hear him approach. He made himself noticeable earlier, but now, it's like he floated through the air or something.

Reining in my reaction, I turn around. I'm struck by the proximity. My chest grazes his, and I swiftly step back against the cabinet to put distance between us. The wood digs into my back, and it takes everything in me not to knee or punch him away.

Instead, I adopt my sweetest tone. "Why can't I offer you a drink?"

I know why, but I don't say it aloud so I won't appear too smart for my own good.

Risk of poisoning, that's why. It demands a level of trust to accept a drink in their world. Especially if he goes higher in rank. Is this Julian perhaps with lots of influence around here?

His piercing eyes are fishing into my soul, and something tells me he's not the type who gives up until he catches what he's searching for.

"Why are you here?" he asks instead of answering my question.

"To work," I say in my coolest tone.

He tilts his head to the side and measures me from the top of my head to the tip of my stilettoes. Unlike the other men around here, he doesn't stop to ogle my chest. He just seems to be weighing me up in a non-sexual manner. Like I would do to an opponent before a fight.

A mixture of pride and fear overwhelm me. Pride because I like that he's taking me seriously. People usually underestimate me. Fear for the same reason. It's not in my best interest if he doubts me.

Unlike with the other men, I'm so self-conscious, it takes effort not to tug on the stupid short dress.

"You want me to believe that someone who kicked Johnny in the crotch needs to work here?"

Think. Think. "He deserved it." I go with the truth instead. Judging from how he twisted that wanker's wrist, he must be on bad terms with him.

Julian's lips twitch again, but he's not smiling. Does he even do smiling?

"That he did." He tilts his head again. "Still doesn't explain why you're here."

"What, a girl can't defend herself? Do we all have to wait for someone else to do it for us?"