Burn is over, but you don’t need to be too sad. There are some amazing books on the horizon that will keep you plenty entertained until the fourth instalment in the Blood & Fire series comes out! Enjoy these teasers and check out authors such as Lili Saint Germain and Pepper Winters. I’m in love with their books.
I hope you will be, too!
Four Score Teaser
by Lili St Germain.
I take his car keys, slam the door shut behind me, and drive to the private hospital where I know Dornan’s been transferred.
I want to see his pain. I want to see just how close to death I brought him.
When I arrive at the hospital, I enter the large foyer and immediately recognize Dornan’s wife talking on her phone in the corner. I duck behind a large potted fern, praying she hasn’t seen me. Sure enough, she appears oblivious, ending her call and returning to the lifts nearby. I watch as she punches the button to go up. I wait patiently as she steps into the lift. The doors close quietly behind her. Above the doors, the numbers count upwards, pausing for a moment on five. Level five—that’s got to be it. A large board says that the ICU is on level five, which makes sense. I snicker to myself as I imagine Dornan hooked up to machines and breathing tubes.
Whatever damage he’s sustained? I hope it fucking hurts.
I jog to the stairwell, trying to stay out of sight. I don’t really care if any Gypsy Brothers see me—after all, I am the obsessive club whore who never leaves his side unless I have to. But I don’t exactly want Dornan’s bitch of a wife to see me and start a smack down.
Five flights of stairs later, I’m panting so hard, my chest is wheezing. I used to be so fit, I think to myself as I catch my breath in the stairwell. With sex my only exercise of late, it’s no wonder I’m woefully out of breath.
I let a few moments pass before I steel myself. I’m nervous, my stomach in knots, and I’m not entirely sure why.
Jase. Jimmy. There are two reasons right there. I wonder if anyone suspects me of anything yet.
I enter the hospital corridor, plastering a look on my face that’s aiming for concerned girlfriend.
I glance down at what I’m wearing, pleased that I had something Sammi-worthy to wear. A black T-shirt that clings in all the right places and dips to show off my cleavage, paired with dark denim jeans and plain ballet flats. It’s not as whorey as normal, but it’ll have to do.
As soon as I step into the corridor, I know which room is Dornan’s. Halfway up the long hall is a doorway flanked by three Gypsy Brothers, who look ridiculously out of place in a hospital. At the same time, they look like you wouldn’t want to mess with them. Which I suppose is the whole point.
I hang around just outside the stairwell, waiting for one of them to notice me. Sure enough, within about thirty seconds, the shortest of the three heavily tattooed guys makes a beeline for me, his bald head shining under the artificial light.
I smile gratefully as he approaches me. “Hi.”
He smirks. “What are you doin’ here, darlin? Prez is still out cold.”
I nod, squeezing a tear out for effect. “I don’t know what to do,” I say desperately. “I’m so worried about him.”
The dude thinks on something for a moment and then glances at the room he’s just come from.
“Look,” he says. “It’s meant to be family only.”
“I know,” I say dejectedly. “I just—if he wakes up…I don’t want him to think I wasn’t here, worried about him, you know? But I don’t want to upset his family.” I put my hands to my face, acting upset. “Can you help me?”
I bat my fucking eyelashes for all I’m worth, and the guy buys it. Men are idiots sometimes. In this case, it’s to his detriment.
“Stay here, doll. I’ll let you know when his old lady leaves.”
I smile gratefully, watching him as he heads back to the room to stand sentry with the other two bikers. They’re all about Dornan’s age—all would have been in the club with my father when he died.
Traitorous bastards the lot of them. If it were up to me, if I had the energy and the resources, they’d all be dead as well.
My patience pays off. About thirty minutes later, I see Dornan’s wife head back to the elevator and disappear inside. Moments after that, baldy crooks a finger, beckoning me.
He gestures for me to enter the room, but as I pass him, he lays a hand on my shoulder. It takes everything within me not to throw it off and punch him in the face.
“He’s messed up pretty bad,” he says to me in a loud whisper. “You sure you wanna go in?”
I nod. I’m fucking gagging to see what’s become of him.
“Okay,” the guy says, taking his hand back. “Don’t say you weren’t warned.”