Wicked Pursuit

Wicked Pursuit

by Talia Carmichael

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781781849422
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Publication date: 02/07/2014
Series: Bonds of Justice , #3
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 91
File size: 277 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Talia Carmichael is a romantic who believes that family, no matter if it is by blood or those you choose as family, is integral to who you are. She is an author who writes sexy stories in a variety of genres. She believes in creating stories that encompass all that falling in love or lust entails, from the highs of that first blush of attraction to the lows of not knowing if you can make your coming together as a couple work, and then finally to the acceptance of the reality of making a life together. It's all about the journey.

Among her books you'll find contemporary, futuristic, fantasy, and paranormal settings with M/M and menage themes that will have a happily-ever-after. Her books are passionate, intense, and real…to fill the craving.

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Copyright © Talia Carmichael 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.

Giovanni Murray sped toward his home, spurred on by the earlier alarm signal he’d gotten on his cell. He whipped his Sequoia around the corner of Moreno Avenue, pressing on the gas and speeding down the block to the middle of the area. Disbelief filled him as he saw the fully engaged blaze. Giovanni jerked the wheel and executed a precise turn, then stopped in front of the burning building. He opened the door and stepped out before slamming it and striding to the hood of the car. He stopped and stared at his home—the one he’d meticulously built to his specification as his oasis and fortress of protection—as it burned to the ground.

When he’d gotten the signal earlier, he hadn’t believed it and had thought it was a mistake. But standing here now, with the smoke billowing out of the windows and flames eating away at the structure, Gio faced not only the fact that it was real, but what the repercussions would be.

“Someone burned my house down.” His tone was calm and low.

Gio took out his cell and sent a text to a few people before slowly putting the phone away. He clenched his fist briefly then strode toward the house. The fire sizzled and crackled and the scent was one he hoped he would be able to forget. Gio broke into a lope, heading to the burning building. Although there was no sound or anything to let him know he wasn’t alone, Gio instinctively pivoted then studied his attacker. Curly hair in varying shades of brown framed a craggy face and dark-brown eyes that were expressionless and seemed to see everything. He was bulkier and more muscular than Gio, but they were the same height.

The man rushed him, and in a quick move, Gio caught the clenched fist of his assailant then flipped him. The man dropped onto his back hard, making his teeth rattle. He blinked when he went down but immediately he drew a gun before coming to knees and sweeping out with his leg. Gio calmly blocked his kick before punching out, hitting him in his shoulder then taking his gun. Gio jumped and lashed out with a high kick, knocking him across the head.

The man fell back with a shout, cursing. “Fuck!” He was up again in a moment, moving out of strike range. The calculation in the assailant’s gaze implied he was evaluating the best way to attack. The intensity of his stare was unnerving. “I’m not going to let you run into that house.”

Gio saw the moment he decided to attack again. Gio cocked the gun and held it on him, a cold smile spreading on his face. “Burning my house down was a bad idea. Who the fuck sent you?”

“Burn your house down?” He looked startled then straightened, staring at him as if he was crazy. “I called it in when I saw it. I didn’t burn your house down.”

“Likely story. You just happened to conveniently come by when my house was burning”—Gio marked where he would shoot him—“and you happened to have a gun with you. Not to mention you attacked me.”

“Attacked you?” He laughed, a bitter sound. “You’re the one who has my gun. What the hell are you? I’ve never seen anyone move that fast.”

“Don’t.” Gio dropped his tone lower. “I will shoot you.”

“If you shoot me it’ll be murder,” the man scoffed. “You won’t commit cold-blooded murder.”

“Whoever sent you didn’t do a good job of informing you about me.” Gio lowered his lids and smiled. “I don’t mind a little blood.”

“No one sent me. As for not minding a little blood—” He stopped, his expression hardening. “Are you a criminal? Is that why someone burned your house down?”

“You tell me why you burned my house down.” Gio leveled the gun at his head. “Now.”

“I’m getting really tired of you holding my gun on me.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “And of being accused of something I didn’t do. Let me say this slowly so you can understand. I was out for a run from my house. I live on Tate Street. When I came this way and found that this house was burning, I called it in to the fire station where I work since they are the closest. Now if you’ll let me get my ID from my back pocket, it’ll show you my credentials.” The man glared at him. “I’m not an arsonist. I investigate fires.”

“And carry a gun?” Giovanni could sense the truth behind what he was saying—that was one of his talents, being a human lie detector.

“That is part of the job. I can arrest people when I find they are guilty of a crime.” He looked at Gio. “Like someone who takes a gun from me.”

“Not my fault you can’t keep your gun.” Gio smiled widely, baring his teeth, before flipping the gun and holding it out to the man.

“You’re just going to give me the gun?” The man looked at him then got the baffled look on his face again. “Why would you do that? Just because I say I’m in law enforcement doesn’t mean you should trust me. I could be a killer. Hell, I could be the one who burned your house down. I could be lulling you into a false sense of security to get the drop on you.”

“Your being law enforcement would make me more prone to keep your weapon.” Gio shrugged. “If you try anything I would just put you on your ass again and take your gun. This time I’d knock you out.”

“Okay,” he said slowly, taking the weapon. He slid it behind his back where Gio assumed he had a holster.

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