Immortal Bloodlines
A Totally Bound Publication
Immortal Bloodlines
ISBN #
978-1-78184-978-1
©Copyright Taige Crenshaw 2014
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright February 2014
Edited by Rebecca Douglas
Totally Bound Publishing
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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Sizzling
and a
Sexometer
of
1.
Phoenix Intelligence Agency
IMMORTAL BLOODLINES
Taige Crenshaw
Book four in the Phoenix Intelligence Agency series
A stubborn woman is hard to capture, but once you have, what do you do with her?
Storm Davis does not like being told what to do. Her new partner in the Phoenix Intelligence Agency seems to think he has the right. She can’t seem to shake him like she has her previous partners. He infuriates her with his calm, unaffected boredom. When his control shatters, it is with unexpected results, and Storm isn’t one to shy away from anything.
Killian Erutan is working through being brought back from the dead and now he’s a firebird. He is still an Amazonian Warrior but being a firebird, he has more to handle. Add to that the aggravating partner he’s saddled with and Killian has his hands full. Storm is flaky, a pain in the ass and used to having her own way. He will not stand for it. The warrior in him cannot trust such a person at his back. Yet she gets under his skin and one sizzling kiss later, he finds he aches for her with no idea why.
When they stumble upon the dangerous man they are seeking who can bring the collapse of the world, Storm surprises him with her actions. The danger of what they are facing and their rising passion make them come together.
Sometimes in life, you find the one who makes your
immortal bloodline
…come alive.
Dedication
To my mother who has always been my number one fan. Because of
you,
I love to read and write. To my big sister and second mother who has always believed in me.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Alone
: Mary J Blige with Dave Young
Midnight Garnet Infiniti QX60: Infiniti, Nissan Motor Co., Ltd.
Chapter One
Storm Davis strolled down the sidewalk of Wall Street then glanced behind her at the towering building of the Phoenix Intelligence Agency. She smirked, but resisted the urge to do a jig. Although in New York most people wouldn’t find it strange to see someone dancing in the street, she was trying to avoid attention.
Take that, you pain in my ass. I finally bested you.
Storm turned her head then her smile faded as a man materialized before her. None of the other pedestrians on the sidewalk acknowledged his appearance and Storm knew it was because he’d made it so they didn’t see him. That was instinctual for any being that worked for the Agency. Making sure mankind didn’t know they existed, while maintaining their protection, was a rule. Storm glared at the partner she’d been saddled with.
His rich, dark-caramel skin highlighted masculine features that were so well put together, many would call him drop-dead gorgeous. All Storm wanted was for him to drop dead and leave her alone. His cold and detached expression only added to her wanting him to go away. He tilted his head back as if in challenge—his arrogance that he could ensure she didn’t escape him had been proven true, too often. He studied her with amber eyes that were impassive and Storm really wanted to smack him in the face. The wind whirled around him, making his braided hair move in the air. Not a hair was out of place and, as usual, he was dressed impeccably in an exquisitely tailored shirt and slacks with his favorite boots on his feet—his clothing was deep brown, bringing out the blond undertones of his dark, reddish-brown hair.
Why does he always look so composed? I bet he does it just to annoy me.
“
Your thoughts on the subject make no sense.”
His silky deep baritone filled her mind as he spoke to her telepathically, creating a path just for them.
Storm narrowed her gaze at the intrusion. He’d never done so before and she wondered how he would feel if she did the same to him.
“
You are welcome to speak with me this way.”
His expression was still contained and he stood with his feet braced apart, a few steps away, watching her.
Absently, she noticed the people passing by giving them a wide berth. She felt the pressure from the power he was sending out to steer them away. Storm glared and lifted her hand, flashing him her middle finger before she pivoted and headed back the way she had come. In moments, he was walking beside her and Storm resisted giving him a zap in the ass.
“Isn’t it about time you accept that I am your partner?” He asked the same question he always did.
“The day I accept defeat is the day I’ll cluck like a chicken and do a hula.” Storm glanced at him.
He met her gaze then rich laughter spilled from him.
Storm stopped, shocked at that sound coming from the man she had viewed as her straight-laced, pain-in-the-ass partner. Killian stopped too and continued to laugh. Her breath caught as she observed what his laughter did to his face. Before he had been gorgeous but now he was irresistible.
Stop that, Storm. Remember he’s your pain-in-the-ass, supposed partner. No matter if at this moment you finally notice that he looks so damn sexy and you want to taste his laughter from his lips. You have more control than that.
“I wonder what thought has put such a befuddled expression on your face, Storm Davis.”
His intense scrutiny made Storm glad she’d blocked her thoughts. It would have been mortifying if he had known.
“And you’ll never know, Killian Erutan.” Storm glared. “Do you ever
not
sound like a robot? I’ve told you many times you don’t have to call my whole name.”
“You’ve just called mine,” Killian pointed out.
“Only because you did it first.”
“I wonder what else I could do first and you’d follow.” He stared at her.
Suddenly, Storm felt hunted as he studied her. She shook it off as being too sensitive and said in a sweet tone, “Only if you’re planning to jump off a bridge, or get lost, so I never see you again.”
“Although you say the words you don’t mean them, Storm Davis.” Killian’s surety set her teeth on edge.
It didn’t matter if the infuriating man was right. She ignored the pang she felt at the idea of not seeing him again. She started walking again and he fell into step with her. Storm didn’t say anything until they were in front of the building.
“Why do you insist on calling my whole name?”
“Because it makes you act all warm and fuzzy,” was his calm reply.
“Did you just tell a joke?” Storm gaped at him.
“Leaving the building to prove you can escape your partner is moot at this point.” Killian held open the door that read
Phoenix Attorneys at Law
—it was the alias for the building. It was what they did—protect earth from those things they couldn’t even fathom existed.
“It’s the principle of it.”
“So this principle lets you try to sneak out of the building although you have already lost the bet with Kalina.” Killian shook his head. “That makes no sense.”
At the reminder of Kalina, her boss and Killian’s sister—he along with Kalina and their other sister were triplets—she harrumphed. Kalina had bet her she could get her a partner who would stop her from leaving the building, and it was still a sore subject.
“I was tricked.” Storm strode past him.
“Because you were able to get away from your other partners, thus getting rid of them. Yet you can’t shake me but that does not mean you were tricked. Why don’t you ask me what it means?” Killian closed the door and they strode across the lobby past the receptionists.
They went to the elevator and Storm pressed the button. As they waited, Storm wanted to know what he meant but refused to ask. When the elevator came, they got on and Storm leaned against the back wall. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at Killian. He was standing straight and stiff as he usually did.
Damn,
he’s looking sexy
. She shook herself slightly.
Damn it, why am I noticing stuff like this about the pain in my ass? Why does he all of a sudden look so good?
The elevator door slid open and Storm exited. Killian followed and they continued down the hall to the Assassination Unit she was a part of, where Killian again held open the door. Storm went in and glared at the other agents, who glanced at her and smirked. They all knew of the bet she had made with the head of the unit and she was still trying to get away from Killian, although Kalina had already won the bet.
“I still don’t understand why you keep leaving when it serves no purpose,” Killian said.
“Principle.”
“Your principle makes no sense.”
“Not to you, but it does to me,” Storm retorted.
Killian shrugged. “You are one strange woman, Storm Davis.”
“Again with my whole name.” Storm blurted out, “Why doesn’t it mean I wasn’t tricked?”
Killian stepped closer to her. Storm tilted her head to meet his gaze. An expression she couldn’t define was on his face.
He leaned close and spoke by her ear. “It means I’m just better than your previous partners. That’s what you’ll eventually come to realize. I’m better and I won’t ever let you go, Storm Davis.”
There was promise and a threat in his low tone. Storm turned her head and their faces were inches apart.
“And you’ll come to realize that unless I want to be kept, you don’t have a chance in hell of keeping me.”
Killian inclined his head. “I will remember your words, Storm Davis.” He spoke in a low tone again. “But putting yourself into my keeping can be beneficial.”
“Humph, being my partner doesn’t make you my keeper.” Storm frowned.
“Perhaps.” Killian smiled.
Storm inhaled and his masculine scent—a mix of musk and the earth just after it rained—filled her. Killian’s amber gaze flickered with fire then he inclined his head again before disappearing. Storm scowled, not liking that the
mystique of Killian was making her lose her senses.