If you’ve read the
Marks Mercenaries series, you might remember that the hero from Salvaging Abby
is from Gravas, a highly secretive world with advanced technology and a kickass
military. Oh, and their assassins are the best in the known universe.
Gravasian assassins
are ghosts, whispers on the wind, and feared by all. Kyler el Darkos is even
deadlier, more dangerous. He’s no ordinary assassin. He’s the king’s blade, answering
only to the king of Gravas, his loyalty absolute. Few know of his existence. He
lives and works alone. Gravasian justice is swift and brutal. His job is to see
it carried out.
Kyler’s Justice
Assassins of Gravas, Book 3
He was her judge and jury. And if necessary, her executioner...
Kyler el Darkos
is an elite Gravasian assassin who answers only to the king of Gravas. His
mission: Find Balthazar and eliminate him and any of his associates for their
part in abducting the king’s son and trying to market stolen Gravasian weapons.
His search has brought him to the planet of Mortis and Hell’s Gate, a bar owned
by Balthazar’s father. The last thing he expects is to fall for Etta Mortis—his
target’s sister—a woman who tempts him to risk his honor for a chance at love.
TEASER:
As if all he’d been waiting for was her full attention, he raised
his hand to the hood of his cloak. Anticipation thrummed through her. Her
stomach was a ball of nerves. She gripped the edge of the counter.
Ever so slowly, he lowered the covering.
Her mouth dropped. He was gorgeous.
Straight black hair fell to his shoulders, pushed away from a face
that had been carved by the gods. His chin and jaw were hewn from stone. And
his cheekbones were prominent slashes in his face. Mesmerized, she stared into
eyes as dark as midnight.
This was not a face a woman would ever forget.
The only softness at all were the thick eyelashes and full lips.
Don’t look at his lips.
She was staring but couldn’t stop. Mouth dry, she licked her own
lips, feeling them tingle. He was the most devastatingly handsome man she’d
ever laid eyes on.
“Well?” His question shook her out of her trance.
After grabbing the bottle of water on the counter, she took a
slug, then another.
“Well what?” She’d be calm about this, even if it killed her. And
spontaneous combustion was a genuine possibility. The kitchen was warmer than
the bar to begin with. Now the heat was through the roof.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
Don’t smile. Don’t smile.
He didn’t really smile. It was more a hint of one, but the bottom
fell out of her stomach. She was freefalling through space without a suit or
safety tether to bring her safely back home. In all her twenty-three years,
she’d never had this kind of reaction to a man before.
She cleared her throat. “So, Ky, do you have a last name?”
“Just Ky.”
“So, Just Ky.” That garnered another almost-smile that had every
nerve ending in her body standing at attention in anticipation. “Why are you
hanging out at Hell’s Gate?”
There was no room for a man in her life, especially not one this
dangerous. Maybe he can help you, a
sly voice whispered in the back of her head. She ignored the voice. In her
experience, men could be pretty to look at, but they weren’t dependable. They
looked after themselves first, and she had two children relying on her.
That sobered her quick enough.
If you want to read more, you can find KYLER'S JUSTICE here:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08WC4C3TY/
Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1068531
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/kyler-s-justice
B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kylers-justice-n-j-walters/1138805287
