Dead to Rights
Dead to Rights
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After months on the run from the very organization I swore to serve, I’m back on the job. A detective with a badge to prove it—and a partner with a weakness for pretty faces. Not to mention, a boss with an axe to grind.
Yep. Life is . . . almost normal.
If you don’t count the baby daddy drama and the Nephilim whose sexy-as-sin kisses might actually have the power to melt me into a puddle of goo. And not just my ovaries.
But even the circus that is my personal life can’t distract me from the danger that still lurks among the Nephilim council.
One by one, my friends are being targeted until what began as a random science experiment becomes terrifyingly personal.
This time, they have us dead to rights.
Continue reading Dead to Rights if you like:
- Badass heroines who don't give up
- Possessive heroes
- Urban Fantasy with slow burn romance
- Corrupt Nephilim
- Touch her and die vibes
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Main Tropes:
☑️Morally Grey Hero
☑️Strong, Sassy Heroine
☑️Slow Burn Romance
☑️Humor
☑️Touch Her and Die
Chapter One Look Inside
Chapter One Look Inside
The male security guard glanced at my badge, frowned, and looked back at my face again. I focused on the Delta insignia sewn into his uniform and tried to look like I was supposed to be here. I’d never seen him before, nor did a single face in this bustling lobby look familiar, but nerves left me trembling where I stood. Level ten demons could storm the damn place, and I’d be less terrified of fighting them than I was of making it past the turnstiles just ahead.
If my racing heart put him off, the security guard didn’t react. After another cursory look at my picture, he grunted, handed me back the official SSF ID card Starla had messengered over to me last night, and waved me forward.
I exhaled.
Not a single word had been exchanged between us, but he’d just given me the keys to the kingdom. Just like that, I’d become the thing I’d wanted to be most in the world.
An SSF agent.
Okay, maybe not “just like that” when you considered the months of training, the whole being on the run thing, and vanquishing a bitchy Nephilim who stood in my way.
But I was here.
I’d made it.
Feeling like a damned winner, I marched through the metal detectors that weren’t so much about detecting weapons as they were spelled to strip glamours or anything magic-and-nefarious.
I hesitated out of habit. But, unlike last time, nothing happened as I crossed the barrier.
Then, with an exhale of relief and a bit of gut-tightening as I remembered my last visit here, I pushed my way through the turnstiles and hurried for the elevators.
It was hard to believe only days had passed since sending Selaphiel through a portal to Hell. Okay, honestly, I had no idea where we’d sent her, but I was hoping for someplace terrible. The days since had been quiet by contrast. Too quiet.
After all that time running and fighting, maybe I needed the rest. But all it had done was wind me up even tighter. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. And in the meantime, that terrifying moment kept playing on a loop in my head.
Jax ripping out Adrik’s throat.
Sure, he’d done it to save me. Or that’s what he’d thought. But I couldn’t make myself see past what he’d done. I’d woken from nightmares about it every night since. And being here now, in this place where an enemy still lurked, only set me more on edge.
This wasn’t over yet.