Grimm Tidings by Shiloh Walker
In his mortal life, the only thing Jacob liked better than money was a good brawl—until he stuck his fist into the wrong fight, and a demon sent him spinning into a new life as a Grimm.
Now, a hundred years later, he’s been called to protect someone too much like himself. A woman who could let the chains of her past drag her down unless she learns to let go. A woman who fights like there’s no tomorrow, because she clearly doesn’t want a tomorrow.
Celine thought her second chance at life would be an opportunity to fix some of her worst mistakes, to set things straight. She couldn’t have been more wrong. She’s trapped by the past and her regrets, and nothing—not even her darkly sexy new trainer, Jacob—has a blade sharp enough to cut her loose.
Chains are Jacob’s specialty, but his help comes with a price. To her, the cost is her heart. To Jacob…something much more.
The dreams were coming more often now. Of course, the last few dreams, they hadn’t spent quite so much time talking. Just…well. The thoughts of that were enough to make her belly all hot and loose.
She already felt plenty hot, just lying there, only a few inches away from him, separated from his bare-chested, sexy self by a scant bit of mattress. Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she watched as she laid a hand on his chest. It was bare this time. Bare…and warm.
His chest was hard and smooth, covered with a smattering of dark hair, just a little, a fine line of it running down between his pecs to his navel. She very much liked that. Her imagination didn’t have to fill in the blanks—she’d been training and working with him for almost a year now. She’d seen him stripped down to just black workout pants, had been pressed to the floor under that hard, leanly muscled body more times than she could count.
Never had it been sexual.
Except in the dreams over the past few weeks.
These dreams were definitely sexual. And more, somehow.
Tracing the tip of her nail down the midline of his chest, she followed it until she came to the first of several scars. “How did this happen?” she asked, even as she wondered why she bothered. She might know how he looked without his shirt on, but whatever answer her imagination conjured wasn’t going to be the real answer.
“Something from my misspent youth.” He spoke with his mouth pressed against her hair.
“You had one of those?”
“I find that hard to believe.” She tipped her head back, studying that hard face, so very often impassive, so very often impossible to read.
A faint smile crooked his lips. “I spent it getting into as many fights as I could. And when I wasn’t fighting, I was finding a way to make money. My two loves.”
“Fighting and money?”
“Yes.” He caught a lock of her hair and wound it around his finger. “I love your hair.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s just hair.” The thick, curly mess had been a pain for most of her life. But she’d always wanted secretly to have somebody like it. Which explained what he’d just said, she supposed. “So you had a love affair with fighting and money?”
“Yes. It was the love affair with fighting that led to this.” He released her hair enough to touch the medallion he wore. “I did the same thing you did…got involved in something I shouldn’t have. But my intentions had nothing to do with altruism. I just wanted my share of the brawling.”
“So you were a troublemaker.” Celine paused, rolling that over in her head. “Okay, it’s a good thing I know this is just a dream, because there’s no way I’d believe that. You’re too controlled to run around jumping into a fight just for the hell of it. I might. You wouldn’t.”
He ran his palm down her arm and shrugged. “I’ve had a number of years to work on that control. It will come.” Under hooded eyes, he stared at her. “Are you so certain you dream?”
Celine snorted. “Yes.” Sitting up, she stared down at him, completely comfortable in the skimpy tank and tap shorts she’d worn to bed. It had to be dream, if for no other reason than that. But the room was cast in a surreal light, almost like it was forever caught in that moment of twilight, with a soft, hazy light stroking across them, warming the air. Jacob rolled onto his back, one arm stretched over his head, the other at his side, his hand resting on the hard muscles of his belly.
He was…wow. So completely perfect to look at.
So perfect, so amazing. And there was no way she could look at him like this if it wasn’t a dream. Shit, this was Jacob—her trainer. The one person who hadn’t given up on her. The one person who hadn’t walked away. The one person who’d figured out the impossible house of cards her dreams had been built on. Falling for him would be such a bad, bad idea.
But sexy dreams were a different story. Especially since it had been a long, long time since she’d had sex. She could have sexy dreams without falling for a guy, right?
“What are you thinking?” he asked, lifting the hand he’d laid on his belly and placing it on her thigh.
“Wondering just what to do about the fact that you’re in my bed.”
Black brows arched over his eyes. A smile slashed across his face and if she wasn’t mistaken, she would have sworn it was just a little wicked. “Just what do you want to do about the fact that I’m in your bed?”
Her breath caught in her chest and her heart started to race. Well, there were all sorts of things she wanted to do. But whether or not she should do it… Rolling to her knees, she went to all fours next to him, peering down at him. “Since it’s a dream, I can do whatever I want, I guess, right?”
“If it’s your dream, I’d say that would be how it works.”
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Grimm’s Circle. Two more mind-bending tales that will change the way you look at fairy tales…forever.
Out of necessity, Ren hides himself and his empathic ability far away from people. A woman finding her way to his wood is a surprise; his unexpected reaction to her is overwhelming.
Aileas isn’t sure what she’s running from, but it killed her brother and a cursed book is connected. Then there’s Ren, who seems to want something from her. And she wants him right back, shadows and all. At least, until he claims to be a guardian angel. And she thought she was going crazy.
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Born with a natural talent for killing unnatural things, Jack has an unholy urge to see how fast he can turn Perci’s don’t touch me into touch me there. When they come together, the cataclysm resurrects memories of a destined love from the distant past. And calls forth the evil that destroyed them once before.
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