Ann Vremont also writes as Chance Valentine. Or does Chance write as Ann? Damn, I can’t remember. Help me figure it out at valktrilogy.blogspot.com where you’ll find information on both pen names, their backlist and plans for future releases.
VALKby Ann Vremont, Chance Valentine
When a computer code capable of frying the
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Love drove Jericho King to join the black-ops agency NEUROPOL two years after her best friend Therron Spears disappeared into its shadowy underworld. As a Valk class agent, Jeri has been trained to fight - and fuck - with the best, but Therron treats her like just another one of NEUROPOL's deadly whores.
When a computer code capable of frying the bio-engineered DNA of Therron and every other Berserker class agent falls into the wrong hands, Jeri has one last chance to convince him to trust her again. His life and her future with him hang in the balance.
This 39,000+ novella is for erotic romance readers who love near future, dystopian science fiction with a happy ending and hot, explicit sex with a next-gen bad boy that will soak your panties.
With a low growl that hit Therron directly in his crotch, Jeri ripped her jacket open and let it slide down her arms. Beneath it was nothing more than a black lace bra. His first instinct was to unhook it, freeing the small breasts for his hands and mouth. Instead, he pressed a fingertip against her spine, mesmerized by the way her shoulders instantly flared back and her tight, muscular ass thrust towards him.
"Unhook it." The words came out strangled, the sight of her like a vise around his vocal chords.
Her hands shook as she fumbled with the bra's hooks and he wondered if the shake was real or a ruse to get him to touch the fabric. Every last thing on her was standard agency issue for a Valk -- which meant each item was likely deadly in its own unique way.
The jacket, boots, pants, knives, gun -- weapons within weapons until she was a walking minefield. He had no way of knowing if those trembling fingers were a set-up. Not that there was much left of his mind to care. All he wanted to do was pull those leather pants down and sink into her, hear her moaning his name as his hands explored the hard planes and soft curves of her body.
"Faster, Jeri. Your boys won't hold perimeter much longer."
"They'll hold." She toed her right boot off, the one with the gun, then reached down and carefully removed the left one. The chem light glowed just bright enough for him to see the spring on the left heel. She could have gassed him already, sending both of them into la-la-land until the tactical team woke them up.
"Right. They'll hold because you're the boss and that's what you want."
God, how he wished it were true. Not that they'd hold -- he had no expectation of that -- but that she wanted them to, that she really was stripping away every layer of deceit all-father had dressed her in.
The pants and boot socks were off a second later, leaving only her underwear. She moved to push them down but he stayed her with a different command, his gaze never leaving the dark outline of lace against her pale flesh tinted blue by the light.
Jeri reached up to the simple metal stud in her ear and started to slowly pull on it. A disjointed shiver ran over her body as the embedded length of carbon wire left the flesh of her ear lobe. There was almost two feet of wire, strong and micro thin. He'd once seen Lacy, the Valk assigned to his brother, decapitate a man with the same kind of string. For all he knew, Lacy had taken Tank's head the same way.
"What else?" The question was wet with the memory of other men's blood and Therron shook his head to dislodge the image from his mind.
She threw a wristwatch to the floor, and then she placed both hands on the sides of her underwear before answering, "Just these."
Just a little slip of fabric, easy to push to the side, to slip his fingers beneath and explore the moist entrance to her cunt. He grabbed the chem light with his free hand and moved it closer to her body. "Slowly," he ordered.
"They're just panties," she offered. "Nothing hidden--"
Fuck him if there wasn't! He'd spent years fantasizing about the sweet promise that scrap of lace concealed. He repeated his command. "Shut up and do it slow."
Therron kept the light close to her, his other hand sliding down from the hard grip he'd kept on her head to rest lightly against the back of her neck. He could feel her pulse, slow and heavy now, against his fingertips. The beat matched the throb in his cock as she pushed the panties over the curve of her ass.
God how he loved her ass. Curved muscle, each cheek the perfect size for him to cover with a palm and squeeze her to him as his cock sank into her pussy.
Jeri hesitated and Therron bent his head, his lips brushing her shoulder. "Drop them."
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