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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about span>When, Future, Bible with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Literary?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Thieves'
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conversations.value: Thieves
  Excerpt from Lexi Blake's Unconditional: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella, Masters and Mercenaries Book 5.5
  It isn't the easiest thing in the world to ditch one bodyguard, much less two. The task is made infinitely harder when said bodyguards are also werewolves. They don't tend to fall for the whole pointing one way as you run the other way "made you look" ruse. Even if you manage to arrange a small diversion, say a minor pixie invasion, once they handle the problem, they're right on your ass again. A werewolf bodyguard will track you through a crowded club, across an enormous mall, and they'll follow you into the ladies room if you take too long.
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conversations.value: I let my head fall back against Daniel's chest. Exhaustion swamped me, but the blood was doing its work now. I could feel myself healing, and the pain was replaced with a warm sense of well-being.
  I looked back at my husband. Danny's body was rigid with tension. He caught my eyes but there was nothing encouraging in his face, just a flat, hollow look.
  Guilt pressed on me. I'd been reckless. I should have vetted the entire situation better, but I'd been eager to get ahead of Halfer, to prove that he couldn't best me in my own world. And Danny had paid the price. Joel had paid the price.
  Daniel pulled his cell out of his back pocket and punched in a number. Dev was putting me in the car as Daniel began to speak.
  Daniel snapped the phone shut. He frowned down at me. "I have to meet the crew at the drop sight. I'll see you at home."
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conversations.value: It wouldn't work, of course, but she'd already felt more from him than she had in all the tries before.
  MI6 agent Damon Knight prided himself on always being in control. His missions were executed with cold, calculating precision. His club, The Garden, was run with an equally ordered and detached decadence. But his perfect world was shattered by one bullet, fired from the gun of his former partner. That betrayal almost cost him his life and ruined his career. His handlers want him to retire, threatening to revoke his license to kill if he doesn't drop his obsession with a shadowy organization called The Collective. To earn their trust, he has to prove himself on a unique assignment with an equally unusual partner.
  Penelope Cash has spent her whole life wanting more. More passion. More adventure. But duty has forced her to live a quiet life. Her only excitement is watching the agents of MI6 as they save England and the world. Despite her training, she's only an analyst. The closest she is allowed to danger and intrigue is in her dreams, which are often filled with one Damon Knight. But everything changes when the woman assigned to pose as Damon's submissive on his latest mission is incapacitated. Penny is suddenly faced with a decision. Stay in her safe little world or risk her life, and her heart, for Queen and country.
  With the McKay-Taggart team at their side, Damon and Penny hunt an international terrorist across the great cities of Northern Europe. Playing the part of her Master, Damon begins to learn that under Penny's mousy exterior is a passionate submissive, one who just might lay claim to his cold heart. But when Damon's true enemy is brought out of the shadows, it might be Penny who pays the ultimate price.
  Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn't until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem. She also writes contemporary Western ménage as Sophie Oak.
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conversations.value: MI6 agent Damon Knight prided himself on always being in control. His missions were executed with cold, calculating precision. His club, The Garden, was run with an equally ordered and detached decadence. But his perfect world was shattered by one bullet, fired from the gun of his former partner. That betrayal almost cost him his life and ruined his career. His handlers want him to retire, threatening to revoke his license to kill if he doesn't drop his obsession with a shadowy organization called The Collective. To earn their trust, he has to prove himself on a unique assignment with an equally unusual partner.
  Penelope Cash has spent her whole life wanting more. More passion. More adventure. But duty has forced her to live a quiet life. Her only excitement is watching the agents of MI6 as they save England and the world. Despite her training, she's only an analyst. The closest she is allowed to danger and intrigue is in her dreams, which are often filled with one Damon Knight. But everything changes when the woman assigned to pose as Damon's submissive on his latest mission is incapacitated. Penny is suddenly faced with a decision. Stay in her safe little world or risk her life, and her heart, for Queen and country.
  With the McKay-Taggart team at their side, Damon and Penny hunt an international terrorist across the great cities of Northern Europe. Playing the part of her Master, Damon begins to learn that under Penny's mousy exterior is a passionate submissive, one who just might lay claim to his cold heart. But when Damon's true enemy is brought out of the shadows, it might be Penny who pays the ultimate price.
  Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn't until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem. She also writes contemporary Western ménage as Sophie Oak.
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conversations.value: Thieves
  I wasn't prepared for it. That's what everybody says when they meet the love of their lives. But I'm not everybody. Hell, most of the time I'm nobody, or at least I try to be. I was given the name Amber Paulson for crying out loud. A name like that does not a rock career make. Daddy always told me that the urge to mate is something you can't control. That you would just find yourself smacked upside the head one day. If you were lucky.
  I didn't know anyone in my Pack who was mated. That's not to say we are virgins. Hell no! Everybody that uses the expression "Fuck like bunnies"? Well, those people obviously haven't met a werewolf. Me and the rest of my Pack got furry on occasion, but for the rest of the time we rocked a decidedly human form. Those forms just had libidos of epic proportions.
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conversations.value: Did you know the average werewolf lives for four hundred years after turning? I've been around for fifty as my wolfy self, so the American History class was one I have repeated often. From the complete lack of effort needed this time through, either I was radically expanding my brainpower or society was expecting less and less intelligence from the general student body. Which brings me back to me not being prepared. I was walking slowly to class, when one student body in particular caught my attention.
  There always seems to be an impromptu game of football being played on the practice field outside the cafeteria that involves guys taking their shirts off and trying to impress the co-eds in hopes they could get the chicks' shirts off later. Personally, unless you're taking down a twelve-point buck with your shirt off—while covered in hair—I am not usually impressed.
  That day was different. For some reason, my feet stopped moving when they hit the spray-painted white line on the field. Guys and girls chased the pigskin in the sunshine. The temperature was a degree below fried eggs, and not a cloud was in the sky. I heard a bottle pop open, and what should have been a glance turned into full-on ogling. He still had his shirt on, but had begun pouring the open bottle of water across his chest in an effort to cool off.
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conversations.value: He looked up and waved. My hand waved back on instinct. When his eyebrows drew together and he began jogging back toward the game, I looked around to see a petite blonde behind me, with her hand also up in greeting. I gave her the "I'm an idiot, never mind me" salute and started off toward campus. What the hell was wrong with me? He wasn't even Pack. Why was I ogling him like I was headed into my first heat?
  I slowed my pace to about half my pulse rate. I had learned that to step below my pulse rate was a great way to appear more human. The fact that I was still speeding through campus told me my pulse was hammering like a hippie playing bongos.
  The blonde from the practice field jogged to catch up with me. Her little perky boobs bobbed with her ponytail, but nothing else on her jiggled. I hated her instantly.
  Little tip from a werewolf—don't touch us. It's considered a confrontational act. Lucky for this chick, it was pretty obvious to my wolf that her little five-foot-nothing frame was no match for my five-feet-ten-inches of overgrowth. When my instincts settled, I noticed she smelled different. She wasn't from the area. For some reason, everyone here smelled faintly of earth and plants. Okay, they smelled like corn, but I don't want to sound prejudiced. This little waif smelled empty. Like, clay or wood. You know that smell you get when you open a really old box or jar? Not moldy or musty, just...empty.
  Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn't until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem. She also writes contemporary western ménage as Sophie Oak.
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conversations.value: She also writes contemporary western ménage as Sophie Oak. My hand waved back on instinct. When his eyebrows drew together and he began jogging back toward the game, I looked around to see a petite blonde behind me, with her hand also up in greeting. I gave her the "I'm an idiot, never mind me" salute and started off toward campus. What the hell was wrong with me? He wasn't even Pack. Why was I ogling him like I was headed into my first heat?
  I slowed my pace to about half my pulse rate. I had learned that to step below my pulse rate was a great way to appear more human. The fact that I was still speeding through campus told me my pulse was hammering like a hippie playing bongos.
  The blonde from the practice field jogged to catch up with me. Her little perky boobs bobbed with her ponytail, but nothing else on her jiggled. I hated her instantly.
  Little tip from a werewolf—don't touch us. It's considered a confrontational act. Lucky for this chick, it was pretty obvious to my wolf that her little five-foot-nothing frame was no match for my five-feet-ten-inches of overgrowth. When my instincts settled, I noticed she smelled different. She wasn't from the area. For some reason, everyone here smelled faintly of earth and plants. Okay, they smelled like corn, but I don't want to sound prejudiced. This little waif smelled empty. Like, clay or wood. You know that smell you get when you open a really old box or jar? Not moldy or musty, just...empty.
  Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn't until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem.He looked up and waved.
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  Since that night when he'd driven his demons out, I saw him differently and it hurt. Loving Dev made him even more beautiful. Maybe I could have handled it if loving him had cut one centimeter of Daniel from my heart, but it hadn't. My heart had an enormous capacity for disaster.
  Dev turned to me and gave me a look that made more than my heart race. "I haven't had sex in this state. I really want to be able to check that off so I'll hold my tongue, unless you'd like to hold it for me."
  We'd been on the road since the ungodly hour of seven a.m. Sure, that's when most of the world is heading off to work, but I was nocturnal. My husband was a vampire so no daytime there, and my lover owned a nightclub. Dev wasn't a morning person either. I slanted a curious look at my boyfriend. "Just how many states have you had sex in?"
  He thought for a moment, tallying some ungodly number in his head. "Forty-two. But I've done it on all the Hawaiian Islands, and that should count for something."
  Neil erupted in fits of hysterical laughter. I turned briefly to watch him lean back against his dead boyfriend's body bag. We'd bought the van with cash thanks to our lovely two million, which I absolutely rolled around in before putting it in my safe. It was already a good buy. It was perfect for lugging around vampires in body bags. Unfortunately we'd had to take out all the rear seats because we were also carrying our equipment, which included computers, night vision goggles, some really cool motion detectors and, of course, a complete traveling arsenal. I drove five miles below the damn speed limit the entire way because I didn't think highway patrol would appreciate any excuse I came up with for the guns and dead bodies.
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  Since that night when he'd driven his demons out, I saw him differently and it hurt. Loving Dev made him even more beautiful. Maybe I could have handled it if loving him had cut one centimeter of Daniel from my heart, but it hadn't. My heart had an enormous capacity for disaster.
  Dev turned to me and gave me a look that made more than my heart race. "I haven't had sex in this state. I really want to be able to check that off so I'll hold my tongue, unless you'd like to hold it for me."
  We'd been on the road since the ungodly hour of seven a.m. Sure, that's when most of the world is heading off to work, but I was nocturnal. My husband was a vampire so no daytime there, and my lover owned a nightclub. Dev wasn't a morning person either. I slanted a curious look at my boyfriend. "Just how many states have you had sex in?"
  He thought for a moment, tallying some ungodly number in his head. "Forty-two. But I've done it on all the Hawaiian Islands, and that should count for something."
  Neil erupted in fits of hysterical laughter. I turned briefly to watch him lean back against his dead boyfriend's body bag. We'd bought the van with cash thanks to our lovely two million, which I absolutely rolled around in before putting it in my safe. It was already a good buy. It was perfect for lugging around vampires in body bags. Unfortunately we'd had to take out all the rear seats because we were also carrying our equipment, which included computers, night vision goggles, some really cool motion detectors and, of course, a complete traveling arsenal.
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conversations.value: Kim looked flummoxed. "I just wouldn't have guessed. My gaydar was perfectly silent around Daniel. God, that just kills a whole bunch of my fantasies."
  I laughed long and hard. "Let me give you new fantasies, Kim. Daniel isn't gay. Daniel likes to watch."
  I shrugged, and then grinned because, speak of the devil, Dev walked into the dining room. He was dressed to kill in a designer suit that I was sure had never seen a rack. It was custom fit to his body and showed off his lean grace to its best advantage. He was even wearing a tie. I'd never seen Dev in a tie. He always was the picture of decadence, but now he was professional and it looked good on him. Even his hair was under ruthless control. It should have lessened his sex appeal, but it just made me anxious to mess up that perfection. I watched as Kim's eyes widened when she caught sight of him.
  Dev glanced around the room, his voice going low. "Mr. Donovan was actually hoping to speak to your husband. He will look for him at tomorrow night's ball. Please let Henri know Daniel would appreciate a few moments of his time."
  Dev gave her a smooth smile. "Not at all. Daniel has some business he would like to discuss, and he would greatly appreciate Henri's input. Your husband is renowned for his business sense. I believe Daniel is going to suggest that the two of you might enjoy visiting us in Dallas in the near future. We were thinking of having a few friends out. I believe you will find that Hugo Wells and Brendan Ford have already accepted invitations."
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conversations.value: The sweet scent of mate and woman filled his nose, and he turned to see the goddess of his dreams. She'd put her curly red hair in a tangle on the top of her head so little ringlets fell down her neck. Those pieces seemed to beg for his touch, and he had to remember not to reach out to her just yet. Her long neck would be perfect for his tongue, as would her ample breasts. There were more than a handful, and he wanted to know the color of her nipples.
  Would they be a dusky rose or a dark red when he licked and sucked them so they became pointed peaks? Her waist was a tiny thing that flared out to hips that would be perfect for his hands as he gripped her, pummeling into her heat from behind. Her ass was perfect, not those small ones that women seemed to love, but with enough meat on her to make his mouth water. He couldn't wait to see her naked and wondered if those freckles that dotted her nose were anywhere else. He had a feeling he'd love licking each and every one, learning her curves and her taste.
  Those jade green eyes bored holes into him as they lit fire. She tapped her foot, then raised her chin. It seemed his mate wasn't happy to see him. He'd known this would be the case, though the wolf within him seemed disappointed she didn't immediately rush into his arms and declare her undying love and need.
  He ignored the other patrons as he strolled toward her. He knew he moved more like an animal than man, but he didn't care. Becca would have to learn he was a wolf, not the man she might have dreamed of.
  Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn't until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem. She also writes contemporary Western ménage as Sophie Oak.
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conversations.value: She'd put her curly red hair in a tangle on the top of her head so little ringlets fell down her neck. Those pieces seemed to beg for his touch, and he had to remember not to reach out to her just yet. Her long neck would be perfect for his tongue, as would her ample breasts. There were more than a handful, and he wanted to know the color of her nipples.
  Would they be a dusky rose or a dark red when he licked and sucked them so they became pointed peaks? Her waist was a tiny thing that flared out to hips that would be perfect for his hands as he gripped her, pummeling into her heat from behind. Her ass was perfect, not those small ones that women seemed to love, but with enough meat on her to make his mouth water. He couldn't wait to see her naked and wondered if those freckles that dotted her nose were anywhere else. He had a feeling he'd love licking each and every one, learning her curves and her taste.
  Those jade green eyes bored holes into him as they lit fire. She tapped her foot, then raised her chin. It seemed his mate wasn't happy to see him. He'd known this would be the case, though the wolf within him seemed disappointed she didn't immediately rush into his arms and declare her undying love and need.
  He ignored the other patrons as he strolled toward her. He knew he moved more like an animal than man, but he didn't care. Becca would have to learn he was a wolf, not the man she might have dreamed of.
  Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn't until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem. She also writes contemporary Western ménage as Sophie Oak.