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In this six, one of the bad guys has broken into Rhys’s hotel room and has her pinned against his chest in a choke hold. She’s facing away so she can’t see him, and the amount of force he’s applying to her throat has her seeing stars.

Was the voice familiar? She didn’t waste time trying to figure it out. Instead, she rammed the towel bar into the man’s business district.

He spewed profanity, indicating she’d guessed the location well, but the grip didn’t loosen as she hoped it would. If anything, the punishing force tightened. “I think you’ve misunderstood how to play this game,” he growled, yanking away her weapon and tossing it to the floor.


*warning: this segment has not yet met the brutal hand of my editor*

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