Broken Heart 05 Over My Dead Body by Michele Bardsley
Authors: Michele Bardsley
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Horror, Paranormal, Love Stories, Vampires, Occult & Supernatural, Oklahoma, Single mothers, Divorced Mothers
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tongue across it.
Brady moaned.
I did, too. Hunger gnawed at me. And Brady seemed willing enough. And though I’d only ever drunk from two people (Master Velthur and my donor, Rick), I wanted to literally taste this man. This wonderful, sexy, delicious man.
I clutched him, my nails raking the skin as I sank my fangs into Brady’s succulent neck.
Broken Heart 5 - Over My Dead Body
Chapter 11
From the field journal of Cpl. Braddock Linden Hayes
17 JUNE 98
Finished our first mission tonight. It’s goddamned stupid to write down any of the details—“plausible deniability” is our liaison’s favorite fucking phrase. But the good thing about working in such a tech-heavy unit is that no one worries about paper and pen. If it’s not digital, they don’t give a crap. No one would believe the kind of weaponry, shields, and technology we have. All that UFO crap the nut jobs talked about at Roswell ? I’ve seen the saucer and damn, it’s badass. What I find really hard to believe is how anyone on Earth is smart enough to reverse engineer. Yeah. Think about that one for a minute.
The mission went off without a hitch, but it felt wrong. We were driven to the remote location. Our vehicle was blacked out, and we arrived in a densely wooded area. We were given the coordinates and the go-ahead. The targets did not expect us. Five men, three women. Our Invisi-shields protected us and sure as hell confused the targets.
After we finished the mission, we destroyed the bodies and their campsite. As instructed, we took the infant. The little guy didn’t look well. He didn’t even cry. I don’t know what they wanted with him. My hope is that one of the bastards I work for has a heart and plans to relocate the child.
Goddamn it! If those people were paraterrorists, I’ll eat a whole pot of Henneman’s diarrhea-special chili. They moved fast and they were strong. They sensed us even though they couldn’t see us. Lycanthropes. But only one of them shifted—the female who protected the baby. The rest had to be Roma, cousins of the full-bloods and only able to shift during full moons. What I don’t get is why a full-blood was hanging out with Roma. They’re not exactly tolerant of each other—at least not according to the intel we received.
I don’t feel right about what happened. We killed a goddamn mother! I want to puke out my guts. It didn’t matter that she was a lycan. Shayla would hate what I did, what I’ve become. Hell, I hate me right now.
The other men in my unit haven’t said anything. We’re not a touchy-feely bunch, for Christ’s sake. We know how it works. We do our jobs; we keep our mouths shut. And we never, ever tell anyone who we are or what we do.
And we sure as shit don’t keep diaries.
Broken Heart 5 - Over My Dead Body
Chapter 12
“Simone! No!” Brady wrenched away from me. He startled me so badly, I fell off the swing. Hurt stabbed me, literally, as my ass hit the porch, and emotionally as I faced Brady’s abrupt rejection. I stared up at him with wide eyes, my pride wounded.
“Don’t do that. Not ever.” He wiped his neck, then drew his hand away and stared at the blood. He went white. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered.
Guilt flooded me. Did he have a thing about blood? Him? A big, tough soldier? It didn’t make any sense.
“It heals,” I said, my voice quivering. “It won’t leave a scar.”
“You can’t drink from me. Do you understand?”
Mortified, I nodded. Fear seized my voice, my ability to move. I’d heard that same darkness in Jacob’s tone, right before he hurt me. I wanted to curl up into a little ball and cry. What had I done? I just snacked on Brady, that’s what. I’d assumed he was okay with me feeding on him, which was stupid. Embarrassment broiled me.
Brady surged to his feet, then leaned down. I flinched and turned my face away.
“Simone?”
All my earlier bravado (Seductress? Predator? Hah!) was gone. “I’m fine,” I said, staring at the
Brady moaned.
I did, too. Hunger gnawed at me. And Brady seemed willing enough. And though I’d only ever drunk from two people (Master Velthur and my donor, Rick), I wanted to literally taste this man. This wonderful, sexy, delicious man.
I clutched him, my nails raking the skin as I sank my fangs into Brady’s succulent neck.
Broken Heart 5 - Over My Dead Body
Chapter 11
From the field journal of Cpl. Braddock Linden Hayes
17 JUNE 98
Finished our first mission tonight. It’s goddamned stupid to write down any of the details—“plausible deniability” is our liaison’s favorite fucking phrase. But the good thing about working in such a tech-heavy unit is that no one worries about paper and pen. If it’s not digital, they don’t give a crap. No one would believe the kind of weaponry, shields, and technology we have. All that UFO crap the nut jobs talked about at Roswell ? I’ve seen the saucer and damn, it’s badass. What I find really hard to believe is how anyone on Earth is smart enough to reverse engineer. Yeah. Think about that one for a minute.
The mission went off without a hitch, but it felt wrong. We were driven to the remote location. Our vehicle was blacked out, and we arrived in a densely wooded area. We were given the coordinates and the go-ahead. The targets did not expect us. Five men, three women. Our Invisi-shields protected us and sure as hell confused the targets.
After we finished the mission, we destroyed the bodies and their campsite. As instructed, we took the infant. The little guy didn’t look well. He didn’t even cry. I don’t know what they wanted with him. My hope is that one of the bastards I work for has a heart and plans to relocate the child.
Goddamn it! If those people were paraterrorists, I’ll eat a whole pot of Henneman’s diarrhea-special chili. They moved fast and they were strong. They sensed us even though they couldn’t see us. Lycanthropes. But only one of them shifted—the female who protected the baby. The rest had to be Roma, cousins of the full-bloods and only able to shift during full moons. What I don’t get is why a full-blood was hanging out with Roma. They’re not exactly tolerant of each other—at least not according to the intel we received.
I don’t feel right about what happened. We killed a goddamn mother! I want to puke out my guts. It didn’t matter that she was a lycan. Shayla would hate what I did, what I’ve become. Hell, I hate me right now.
The other men in my unit haven’t said anything. We’re not a touchy-feely bunch, for Christ’s sake. We know how it works. We do our jobs; we keep our mouths shut. And we never, ever tell anyone who we are or what we do.
And we sure as shit don’t keep diaries.
Broken Heart 5 - Over My Dead Body
Chapter 12
“Simone! No!” Brady wrenched away from me. He startled me so badly, I fell off the swing. Hurt stabbed me, literally, as my ass hit the porch, and emotionally as I faced Brady’s abrupt rejection. I stared up at him with wide eyes, my pride wounded.
“Don’t do that. Not ever.” He wiped his neck, then drew his hand away and stared at the blood. He went white. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered.
Guilt flooded me. Did he have a thing about blood? Him? A big, tough soldier? It didn’t make any sense.
“It heals,” I said, my voice quivering. “It won’t leave a scar.”
“You can’t drink from me. Do you understand?”
Mortified, I nodded. Fear seized my voice, my ability to move. I’d heard that same darkness in Jacob’s tone, right before he hurt me. I wanted to curl up into a little ball and cry. What had I done? I just snacked on Brady, that’s what. I’d assumed he was okay with me feeding on him, which was stupid. Embarrassment broiled me.
Brady surged to his feet, then leaned down. I flinched and turned my face away.
“Simone?”
All my earlier bravado (Seductress? Predator? Hah!) was gone. “I’m fine,” I said, staring at the
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