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255 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 12, 2014
“This single-minded lust between us was sacred.”
“In his late twenties, Jethro wore command like one would wear cologne.”
“You’ve destroyed me, Nila. And now it’s my job to make sure they don’t destroy you, too.”
“Kiss me.”
“I don’t kiss my enemies.”
“You just fuck them?”
“Only if they beg.”
“You’ve destroyed me, Nila. And now it’s my job to make sure they don’t destroy you, too.”
“You’re a f*cking nightmare.”
“Kiss me.”
“You’re ruining my life.”
“Kiss me, Jethro. Kiss me.”
I became more than Nila Weaver. More than daughter, twin-sister, and seamstress. I became the woman who would bring down a family’s legacy. I evolved into the woman who captured a Hawk.
~ NILA
She’d given me the briefest taste of how divine it would be to own, not just her body, but her mind and soul, too. It was f*cking addicting. It was f*cking twisting with my head.
~ JET
“I see you, Jethro Hawk. I see what you’re trying to hide, so don’t delude yourself into thinking I buy your hypocritical bullsh*t.”
~ NILA
Nila Weaver was the sun upon my ice, turning me into a river that wanted to flow and change and grow.
~ JET
“You’ve destroyed me, Nila. And now it’s my job to make sure they don’t destroy you, too.”
~ JET
Jethro was sleek, refined —a true diamond. Kes was more of a diamond in the rough.
~ NILA
What better way for a Weaver to escape than for a Hawk to open her cage?
~ NILA
The only way I had a chance at surviving long enough to reap vengeance on the men who ruined my ancestors was to fight his ice with fire.
I had to burn.
I had to blaze.
I had to cinder his beliefs and control to the ground. And smear his soul with the ashes of his sins.
Everything I'd been prepared for- every argument, every hardship I'd been drilled to expect- hadn't prepared me for the complication that was Nila Weaver.
This woman had the power to ruin me. That would never be permitted. I had to ruin her first.
Kiss me," I murmured...
"I don't kiss my enemies."
"You just fuck them?"
His mouth twitched into a roguish smile. "Only if they beg."
Every kiss, every touch- I was sentencing her to worse than any debt she could ever repay.
We locked eyes.
I shouted at her silently.
Cursed her wordlessly.
You feel me inside you?
You feel me claiming you?
You feel me destroying you?
You feel me around you?
You feel me undermining you?
You feel me making you care?
He stepped from the sun’s glare, his teeth sparkling like diamonds. “Now…run.”
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I ran.
it's time for payment . today is your first debt , Ms weaver . The debt inheritance has begun
“I’d been taught to be the master of my emotions. I prided myself on embracing all that he taught me. One little Weaver bitch would not undermine me. This was the way of our world.
My world.
Her world.
No matter how she bewitched me, no matter how she turned my body and willpower against me, I wouldn’t give in.
She’d learn that soon enough.”
“This was the ultimate test. The Debt Inheritance was more than history and payments — it was an important sequence of events that every firstborn Hawk had to complete in order to inherit his legacy.”
“I had to burn. I had to blaze. I had to cinder his beliefs and control to the ground. And smear his soul with the ashes of his sins.”
“Unlike my prey, I faced my demons and embraced them. I made them work for me, rather than control me, and forced them to submit by bowing at my fucking feet.”
“She owned me. Her laughable rage, her stupid sense of fairness. Somehow, she’d ensorcelled me.”
“We were both chained to a future we didn’t want, and there was no way out—for either of us.”
"There was no way any other man could ever compete with the elegant chillness of Jethro. He was exactly like the iceberg he favoured, only in different lights, more truth shone. Some bright and light and binding, others black and deep and terrifying."
"I see you, Jethro Hawk. I see what you're trying to hide, so don't delude yourself into thinking I buy your hypocritical bullshit."
"We're on even ground. Orgasm for an orgasm. Don't think it gives you power, because it doesn't."
“Nila is my undoing.”Will he divert from his goal or Is he going to be a pawn in this game of power, where their future is been decided and all that left is how well they play to end it all!
“I’d been taught to be the master of my emotions. I prided myself on embracing all that he taught me. One little Weaver bitch would not undermine me. This was the way of our world.
My world.
Her world.
No matter how she bewitched me, no matter how she turned my body and willpower against me, I wouldn’t give in.
She’d learn that soon enough.”
“This wasn't about the chase. We all knew who would win. It was about defiance. The word that I never knew or put into practice until last night, but now I lived and breathed it. I would be the most defiant thorn, stabbing holes in Jethro's carefully made plans.”
“He claimed he was cold-hearted and impervious. He lied.
I'll show him. I'll prove he's as ill-equipped to play this charade as I am.”
“We would keep on ruining each other.
We would keep on desecrating debts and vows.
And we would keep on fucking up our future until nothing but horror remained.”
“Fuck me, please. I’m begging. I need it. I need you. I’ve never needed anything as much as you filling me. Jethro, I’ll die if you don’t fuck me this very minute.”
I sank inside with a barbarous impale. She screamed. I groaned. We both collapsed into one another. Falling, falling, swirling, swirling, we took each other prisoner. Punishing our bodies, focusing on one blistering goal.
“Oh, God. No. Stop,” she cried. Her hips tried to dislodge my size.
“I can’t stop.”
“It hurts.” Her breath was cool against my fevered flesh.
“Let me in!” I thrust again, gritting my teeth.
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'This woman had the power to ruin me. That would never be permitted. I had to ruin her first.'
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"Today is your First Debt, Ms. Weaver. The Debt Inheritance has begun."
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“We would keep on ruining each other.
We would keep on desecrating debts and vows.
And we would keep on fucking up our future until nothing but horror remained.”
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"A pet can only hate for so long. But ply it with warmth, safety, kindness and good food and soon..you'll have no choice but to let go of that hate in your heart and embrace the life we're giving you."So who remembers how the first book in the series finished? Yup, that word... RUN!!! I couldn't wait to see the fallout of this challenge but my heart already knew who the winner would be: Jethro... the man who scared the ever loving life out of me. Looking back at my review for "Debt Inheritance," I remember saying how much I loathed and feared him. How he was a monster, a wolf in sheep's clothing. I don't recall saying anything positive about him at all. So what the hell happened? 15%... 15% into "First Debt" was all it took and I'd softened towards him... yup, warped mind and all . I mean really? WTF? Had I so quickly forgotten what this man had done, what he was capable of doing and what he had every intention of delivering? No I hadn't but he managed to wrap me around his little finger pretty quickly and that was it... I was gone!!! Lost to him and nothing he said or did would sway me otherwise. I was done for.
This was a battle. Every time we touched, licked and eventually fucked, it would be war. And only one victor would come out alive. I had every intention of winning.
I should have known it was the beginning of the end. I should have guessed how badly she would ruin me.
"Kiss me."
"I don't kiss my enemies."
"You just fuck them?"
Only if they beg."
Fuck her. Fuck me. Fuck everything.
For the first time in my life, I felt a stirring inside my frozen-over heart.
Not gratefulness or humaneness or tenderness.
No.
I felt…undone.
I should’ve known then that it was the beginning of the end.
I should’ve guessed how badly she would ruin me.
But all I could manage was dumbstruck desire.
I stared into the eyes of a worthy opponent.
I stared at Nila Weaver with awe.
I'm a shadow lurking in plain sight.
A predator in sheep's clothing.
I prey on the weak with no apology.
I hide my true temper beneath a veil of decorum.
I've mastered the art of suave.
I'm a gentleman. Distinguished, accomplished, and shrewd.
I'm all of those things but none of them.
Rules and laws don't apply to me.
I'm a rule-breaker, curse-maker, life-stealer.
I stumbled at the sight. My heart shot from my chest and lay beating and mangled on the floor.
There was only so much fear a person could live with before the brain gave up and accepted.