Title: Femme Fatale
Author: Kirsty-Anne Still
Release Date: Nov 7, 2014
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They call me the Femme
Fatale.
But only because they don’t know
me.
My
job - seduce men to the climatic point of falling in love with me and then
deliver their death sentence.
I
work for my father’s business. I’m his secret weapon.
I’m the one that gets away with
murder.
For
years, I’ve given in to my father’s demands, lived the life
of a mob princess, fell into this merciless realm where he presents me with a
man and one goal – to
kill.
When it’s to keep the Abbiati
name from ruins, I’ll run with the wolves and protect it
fiercely.
However, when he brings a new name to the
table, I know my newest mission could well be the one that breaks me -
Don’t feel, don’t deviate, kill Zane
Maverick.
It should be simple, but how am I supposed
to choose between the man who raised me to be this heartlessly strong female
and the man I could only ever love to
death?
***Warning: scenes of sex and graphic
murder***
"Well, well, well, Amelia Abbiati
as I live and breathe," he introduces himself and I just look at him.
His voice, that husky, sexy toned voice of his, silences all my woes and I hate
the potent power he has over every tiny vessel of me. Admittedly, my breathing
falters just at the mere sight of him and I see this pleases him.
"Still a breathtaking sight."
"Thanks," I comment
back, giving him a small smile. "I noticed you're still a hit
with all the ladies. Some things just never change,
huh?"
He chuckles, putting his hands out to
shrug. "You can't take the devil out of some
people."
“Don’t I know
it,” I mutter my remark and am more than thankful when my drink
arrives. I swipe the glass up and take a leisurely sip and allow the burn of
the Scotch to scorch to life within my mouth. As I swallow it and feel the burn
travel deep into my chest, heating me pleasantly I notice, from the corner of
my eye, Zane occupy the seat beside me. I place the glass down onto the bar
top, placing my hands on either side of my glass and give him a pointed look.
“Oh, you’re
staying?”
He cocks a brow. “Is that an
issue?”
“Actually,
yes,” I retort and swing my seat to face him. “Why on earth
would you want to sit with me when you blindsided me and then left
me?” I ask and move myself a little forward, deliberately trying to
make him uncomfortable with my sensuality. “Because, right about now,
I can think of better fucking things to be doing than sitting with
you.”
“Yet,
here you are, in a bar you know I love,” Zane observes, his tone
becoming cocky. “Here was me thinking you were back for round
two.” He reaches out as his finishes his sentence, readying to touch
me and as he pushes a few strands of my hair back he offers a small smile and
speaks again, “Because round one was pretty fucking amazing,
Amelia.”
I used to be just another Fanfiction
writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work. And then
another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people reviewing
like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent years writing
for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to publish something!
But I’m glad I did!! I never
imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never imagined
I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the
inspiration when it hits?
I love writing, it’s a lifeline.
I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the control to
make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive one.
It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud of.
As much as I complain, I love the mini
dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I least
expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate times and
drive me totally crazy!!
For now I split my life between writing, dreaming,
working, and volunteering with
children.
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