Title: Emerald
A Dark Mafia Romance
Series: Colors of Crime #5
A Dark Mafia Romance
Series: Colors of Crime #5
Author: Sophie Lark
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 12, 2020
Blurb
She Tried To
Kill Me...
She crept into my room with a syringe full of poison.
Now she’s my prisoner.
She refuses to tell me who sent her or why.
But I’ll get every last secret out of her. Through pleasure or through
punishment.
I captured her
and now she belongs to me…
“Emerald” is a
dark and dominating mafia romance, Book 5 in the Colors of Crime series. It’s a
stand-alone novel, full of intrigue, danger, and sexy bedroom scenes. Contains
spanking, so if such material offends you, do not read.
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Excerpt
I was only six years old the first time I fired a gun. Eight
when my father forced me to hold my breath again and again in a bathtub full of
ice water. Twelve when he made me survive three nights alone in northern Maine
in the winter.
I know my father wasn’t right in the head. The problem is
that when you work for the CIA most of your adult life, it’s hard to
distinguish between paranoia and actual threats.
It took me longer than it should have to figure out
something was wrong. That some of the things my father was seeing weren’t
actually there. The cars “following” us. The “messages” he was being sent.
I had no frame of reference. I’d never attended a normal
school. I had no friends. My father was my whole world. He was the smartest,
most capable person I knew. The idea that he might be crazy was just . . . too
horrible to accept.
I push those memories to the back of my mind. I can’t get
distracted.
I’ve cleared the ground floor of the west wing. If Ivan
Petrov’s rooms are on this side of the house, they must be upstairs.
I climb the stairs, entering a hallway that seems to lead to
several bedrooms. All the closed doors are identical. Which one is Ivan’s?
As I keep walking, there’s a break between the doors, with a
library on the left, and what looks like an office on the right. And then
beyond that, at the end of the hallway, a set of double doors.
Bingo.
If there’s a master suite beyond those doors, it surely
belongs to Ivan Petrov.
Does he lock his doors at night?
I carefully test the old-fashioned handles. They move easily
beneath my hand.
With aching slowness, I crack the right-hand door.
It’s dark inside the suite, the blinds drawn. I slip through
the door, closing it silently behind me. I stand still, letting my eyes adjust
to the gloom.
I believe I’m in a sitting room, with the bedroom somewhere
beyond.
Holding my own breath, I think I can hear the slow inhale
and exhale of someone sleeping close by. It’s the breathing of a large man,
broad in the chest. Large lungs, a vast, slumbering body.
Ivan Petrov. I know it.
I’ve watched him from a distance. I’ve seen his intensity,
his ferocity. The way his men snap to attention when he comes close, the way
they obey his orders without question. I’ve seen his vigi- lance, the look of
intelligence on his face. And, of course, I’ve seen his massive, powerful body.
He wears a suit every day, but I’ve seen the round muscles of his shoulders and
biceps even beneath the thick material of the suit jacket.
I don’t want to get in a scuffle with this man. Nor do I
want to risk firing a gun in a house stuffed full of his soldiers, not even
with a silencer and a pillow wrapped round it.
So I’ve brewed up a special cocktail for Ivan Petrov. I take
it out of my pocket now.
A single syringe of clear amber fluid. Once I drive it into
his neck, he’ll be immobilized in moments. It will flood through his
bloodstream, turning his limbs to stone. His chest will seize up until he won’t
be able to draw a single breath. Remembering his mass, I’ve used enough
paralytic to freeze a racehorse in its tracks.
It won’t look like an accident, but that wasn’t a
requirement of the job. I just have to kill him and get out without getting
caught.
I move through the sitting room, into the bedroom beyond.
With the minute amount of light coming through the cracks in the blinds, I can
just barely see Ivan’s vast form, laying on the bed. He’s sprawled out on his
back, one thick arm flung up over his head. His heavily muscled and tattooed
chest is bare. There’s a patch of dark hair in the center of his chest, and a
thin line trailing down the center of his stomach, disappearing under the
sheet.
I suspect he’s completely naked under there, without even a
pair of boxer shorts. I can’t help glancing toward the bulge under the thin
sheet. It’s a shame to kill a specimen like this, right in his prime.
But there’s half a million dollars on the line. And if I
don’t kill Ivan Petrov, someone else will.
So I might as well get my money.
I approach the bed. Nothing could be more silent than my
feet, taking step after step across the thick oriental rug. I wear the same
kind of shoes that rock-climbers wear—thin, flexible, grippy. Little more than
leather slippers, and quiet as bare feet.
Petrov’s head is thrown back on the pillow, his throat
exposed. His dark hair tumbles across his eyes. His lips are slightly parted.
His breathing hasn’t changed—it’s still a steady metronome. But I’m about to
put a stop to it.
I slip the cap off the needle. I grip the syringe in my
fist, my thumb above the depressor.
As I raise my right hand in the air, above his neck, I can’t
help glancing one more time at Ivan’s face.
His dark brown eyes are open, staring up at me.
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Author Bio
Sophie lives with
her husband, two boys, and baby girl in the Rocky Mountain west. She writes
intense, intelligent romance, with heroines who are strong and capable, and men
who will do anything to capture their hearts.
She has a slight
obsession with hiking, bodybuilding, and live comedy shows. Her perfect
day would be taking the kids to Harry Potter World, going dancing with Mr.
Lark, then relaxing with a good book and a monster bag of salt and vinegar
chips.
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