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Division Eight: book oneZeven Ways to Kill Your Lover
- Title: Zeven Ways to Kill Your Lover
- Series: Division Eight: book one
- Length: about 50,000 words, 200 pages
- Heat level: m/f, 4/5 FLAMES
- Guaranteed Happy Ever After.
- Price: $2.99 or FREE with Kindle Unlimited.
- Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CL5HQMLX
About the book: Zeven Ochoa
It’s always been me alone, fighting for my right to even exist. Until the day I found Harley lost in the desert and she became my light in the darkness. She taught me how to hope for something better. And then the assholes of my werewolf clan slaughtered her family and drove her into hiding.
Ten years later, I’m free of my degenerate clan and still searching for Harley. She’s my first and only love, my mate, and my everything. To survive on the fringe of the human world and have enough cash to continue my search, I do the one thing I’m good at; I kill for people willing to pay for the wet work. Every day is the same. A new target, another death and a bigger bag of money, until the folder on my lap reveals her picture as the next target.
Then everything changes. The contract says Harley has to die to prevent her from exposing the existence of werewolves to the world. After all she’s been through, I can’t blame her for hating my kind. I also can’t kill her or let her escape me ever again.
Harley Lex
A glorified teenage fling in the desert destroyed everything I held dear and left me alone and on the run for my life. Sure, those sweet stolen moments haunt my dreams, but my days are full of chasing something bigger. While changing my looks and my name, I continue to fight to make something of my future. It’s been a long road, but I’m most of the way through my internship. Soon, I’ll be a fully licensed doctor.
With my quiet dreams almost within my grasp, it’s all torn away in the blink of an eye when I accidentally walk into a werewolf dive full of the violent monsters. Just like that, I’m back on the most wanted list and on run again.
Running for my life is the only play that makes sense. It’s not like I’m strong enough to fight back. My only choice is to give up everything I’ve built for myself and start over somewhere else.
So why do I still dream of quiet nights in the desert? Why do I still long for the feel of Zeven holding me in his arms? What will I do when he comes to kill me?
Reviews Zeven doesn't have many reviews yet but does have 12 FIVE STAR ratings. I really had fun writing their story and can't wait to see what readers think. reads.emma on Instagram had this to say: "Zeven Ways to Kill Your Lover" is more than just a paranormal romance; it is a story of redemption, the enduring power of love, and the possibility of second chances. It is a must-read for fans of the genre looking for a story that delivers heart-pounding action, complex characters, and a deeply satisfying love story.
Meet-Cute Monday (or in their case - reunite inferno) At the bottom of her closet, she found the black bag. The damn thing would finally come in handy after sitting ignored for nearly five years. She jerked it free. How many times had she settled somewhere new and carefully repacked her escape bag, just to feel safe? Now she felt damn lucky for the paranoia. The two thousand in the bag would get her out of town and she’d worry about the rest later. With that bag added she didn’t need anything else. All that mattered now was staying alive. That meant getting on the road immediately. She carried both bags in one hand and opened the door with the other– –and was slammed back into the wall with a crash. Sunshine outlined a huge man, combining dark shadow and blinding light. Her heart slammed once before she was heaved off her feet, pinned to the wall and confronted by black wrap-around sunglasses which reflected her own terrified face. She clawed at the thick arms and kicked against his body. But the man’s weight crushed her to the wall. The pressure changed, loosened. His honey brown skin came back into focus. “Oh, fuck.” The voice was familiar, from a past she’d left behind. He slammed the door and threw the wrap-arounds across the room with a vicious snarl of fury. She met the man’s cold, pale gaze. Dear God, how did he find me? Her racing heart skipped a beat. Was it terror or something else? Was it really him? Really Zeven? He buried his face in her neck and nuzzled her skin as if he could draw her scent into him. He was a wolf after all, and it felt every bit the animal reaction. He pulled back and met her gaze for half a second before claiming her mouth in a deep wild kiss. As if they hadn’t been apart for ten years. As if this was the only thing he wanted in life. As if they were still back on the sand under the stars. But his passion was different, so much darker and deeper than before, demanding a response from her. In that moment her fears faded and all that mattered was where they connected. His hands pinned her still to the wall. His tongue and lips stole her ability to think. Her whole world shrank down to just the two of them. Nothing else mattered. She wasn’t the same as when they’d met. She bit his lip and then kissed him back, matching his passion, pouring her stress and emotion into the connection. She’d tried so hard to forget, to ignore that desire that she’d discovered in his arms. For just this one moment she’d cling to him and accept every bit of it, filling up that vast ache that had kept her alone and so very lonely all this time. Then Zeven broke the spell and ripped away from her lips. “Harley…. Just what the fuck were you thinking?” His body was shaking as he jerked back away from her. That brought Harley back to the moment, back to the stupidity which giving into this dangerous animal attraction would be. “Shit. I need to get out of here.” She struggled, jerking in his grasp. Zeven showing up took her terrifying day straight into a deeper level of hell. Now it wasn’t just the ones behind the threatening note. She’d have to escape Zeven and his homicidal family too.
Six Sentence Sunday It had been one hell of a long day, starting off with two almost perfectly timed emergency deliveries, followed by a misleadingly light couple of hours. Then at the end of their shift, the bus accident victims had arrived… Harley sank onto the bench in front of the row of lockers. It was just after midnight. After finishing a shift and a half, she’d showered and changed, and was so damn tired she could barely sit upright. Despite the exhaustion, she was still wired with frustration over the child they hadn’t been able to save.
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