Rough Edges
“PREPARE TO BE SPELLBOUND.”
—#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Sherrilyn Kenyon
PRAISE FOR THE EDGE NOVELS
“Full of action-packed adventure, secrets, betrayal, and powerful love refusing to be denied. Pure genius!”
—Fresh Fiction
“A page-turner.”
—Night Owl Reviews
“An exciting new series. . . . By delivering a dynamic thriller that only peels back the first layer in a mystery, Butcher ensures that fans will be desperate to get their hands on the next installment. Terrific!”
—RT Book Reviews
“An emotional roller-coaster ride.”
—The Reading Cafe
PRAISE FOR THE SENTINEL WARS NOVELS
“Amazing and dramatic . . . heart pounding [and] heartbreaking.”
—The Reading Cafe
“A wonderful paranormal debut. . . . Shannon K. Butcher’s talent shines.”
—New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh
“You’ll be thrilled, entertained, enamored, and when it’s all done, you’ll be begging . . . for more.”
—Fresh Fiction
“There’s only one way to describe this book to me: fabulous!”
—Night Owl Reviews
“You are always guaranteed generous portions of pulse-pounding action and romance in a Butcher tale!”
—Romantic Times
“Keeps you hooked till the end.”
—Smexy Books
“An entertaining and thrilling series.”
—Fresh Fiction
THE EDGE NOVELS
Edge of Sanity
Razor’s Edge
Living on the Edge
Edge of Betrayal
NOVELS OF THE SENTINEL WARS
Willing Sacrifice
Falling Blind
Bound by Vengeance
(A Penguin Special)
Dying Wish
Blood Hunt
Living Nightmare
Running Scared
Finding the Lost
Burning Alive
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Contents
Praise
Other Books By Sherrilyn Kenyon
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-four
Chapter Thirty-five
Chapter Thirty-six
Chapter Thirty-seven
Chapter Thirty-eight
Chapter Thirty-nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-one
Chapter Forty-two
Chapter Forty-three
Chapter Forty-four
Chapter Forty-five
Chapter Forty-six
Chapter Forty-seven
Chapter Forty-eight
Chapter Forty-nine
Chapter One
Dallas, Texas, April 28
After two weeks of sleepless nights, little food and endless hours spent working beside a man who lit her libido up like the surface of the sun, Bella Bayne wanted nothing more than a little quality time with her vibrator and a solid eight hours of shut-eye. In that order. Instead, what she got was the man of her fantasies—highly inappropriate ones at that—standing on her front porch, making her mouth water far more than the fragrant bags of Indian food he was toting.
“Thought you might be too tired to cook,” said Victor Temple, the most perfectly formed male of any species ever created.
He stood a few inches over her five-foot-ten-inch frame, blocking out the streetlight behind him. He had aristocratic features that were made more interesting by the three scars decorating his face. They were small, but broke up the sea of masculine beauty enough that she could look at him without sunglasses to mask the glare of perfection. His dark blond hair was cut with military precision, falling in line exactly as he pleased. After several missions with this man, she’d learned he defied the laws of helmet hair in a way she still couldn’t understand. Blood pact with dark forces, no doubt.
His clothes were casual, but neat and extremely high-end. Victor came from money. Old, refined, nose-in-the-air money, yet she’d never once seen him flaunt it. No diamond cuff links, flashy cars, or pricey watches for this man. No, Victor Temple had way more substance than that, which was another reason she wished he was anywhere else than standing on her front porch. It was his substance combined with those stunning good looks that made him dangerous to her professional ethics.
“Hungry?” he asked.
Bella was hungry, but not for what was in those sacks. If not for the fact that she was Victor’s boss, she would have feasted on him weeks ago. But her strict no-fraternization policy meant she had to keep her hands and mouth off. Way off.
“You should be at home asleep,” she said, forcing censure into her tone. “If you think I’m giving you the day off tomorrow so a pretty boy l
ike you can get his beauty rest, you’re wrong.”
“I slept more than you did while we were away. And when one comes bearing gifts, Bella, it’s customary for the receiver to at least pretend to be gracious.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t like pretending. And I’m not gracious.”
He smiled as if he found her amusing. “Only because you’re hungry, which I have learned over the past few weeks makes you cranky. Now step aside, Bella. I’m coming in to feed you. Then we have to talk.”
Talk? At this hour? That couldn’t mean good news.
He didn’t give her time to move. Instead, he stepped forward, and she had no choice but to step back or feel his body collide with hers. As nice as his body was, as off-limits as it was, she wasn’t sure she’d survive the crash without tossing him to the carpet and riding him until she got off. At least twice. Maybe then she wouldn’t be so cranky.
“Talk about what?” she asked as he strode past her like he owned her home, heading unerringly to a kitchen he’d never before even seen, much less navigated.
“It can wait until after food.”
His clean scent lingered on the air around him, crossing her path and making her drag in a deep breath to capture it. For a moment, the urge to bury her nose against his chest took over and she forgot all about why she didn’t want him here. She had to shake herself to get her brain working again. “You’re my employee in my home, honey. If I tell you to talk now, then that’s what you’ll do.”
He glanced over his shoulder at her, daring to give her a grin. “I’m off the clock. You can’t order me around. Deal with it.”
Fury struck her for a second before it turned to lust. She had no idea what it was about this man. She was the owner of a private security firm. She worked with badass men all day long, every day. None of them had ever held her interest for longer than it took her to flatten them in the sparring ring.
But Victor Temple was different. He got under her skin and made it burn. It didn’t matter that he was her subordinate, or that he was on loan from the US government to help her deal with a situation of nightmarish proportions. She couldn’t seem to be near him without wishing they were both naked, panting and sweating.
Maybe it had something to do with the one and only time she’d taken him on in hand-to-hand combat practice. They’d both been panting and sweating then, and while they hadn’t been naked, she was acutely aware of just how skilled he was. How perfectly built he was. Not overblown or bulging with showy bulk, his big frame was instead wrapped with sleek, functional muscles that rippled with power. She’d fought bigger men than him and won, but only Victor had been able to pin her to the mat.
She was a strong, independent, kick-ass woman, but even she had to admit she liked that in a man.
“I was half hoping you wouldn’t answer the door—that you’d be asleep,” he said.
“I needed to unwind a bit first.”
He lifted a wayward lock of damp hair that had escaped her haphazard ponytail. Only then did she realize just how close he was standing. Too close.
“Shower didn’t do the trick?” he asked.
No, but her vibrator would have if he hadn’t shown up. After all the time she’d spent with him recently, she wondered if she’d still be able to keep his face out of her fantasies. “There’s a heavy bag in the garage. A little time with that would have worn me out.”
He stepped away, leaving her feeling adrift for a second before she caught up with reality. She could not be drawn to Victor. She had to lead by example, and fucking her employee on the kitchen floor whether or not he wanted it was not the kind of tone she wanted to set for her workplace.
“You’re worried about Gage, aren’t you?” He glanced over his shoulder as he washed his hands. Muscles shifted beneath his tight T-shirt, adding fuel to the naughty fantasies she already had of this man.
Her gaze slid past him to the window over the sink. She didn’t want him to see how appealing he was to her. Even more than that, she didn’t want him to see her fear for Gage, who had willingly walked into the hands of a monster in the hopes of taking her down for good. No one had heard from him since. Bella had to stay tough, appear confident and provide leadership to her men. That included Victor.
She straightened her spine. “Gage has been gone for weeks. He was ordered to make contact with me as soon as he could. The fact that he hasn’t is more than a little concerning. Sweetheart, any sane person would be worried.”
Victor turned back around to her as he dried his hands. A flicker of sympathy crossed his features, making him even harder to resist. “He’s smart. And tough. I’m sure his silence is a sign that he’s working an angle with Stynger, not that he’s in trouble.”
“Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one who sent him into that crazy bitch’s hands.”
“He volunteered for the job. He knew exactly what he was doing when he let her men take him into custody.”
“He did it to save Adam from taking his place. I know Gage. The second he learned that Adam was his brother, his decision was made.”
“Are you saying that he wouldn’t have volunteered if it wasn’t to save Adam?” asked Victor.
“No, he was on board the whole time, but now that he knows he has a brother, there’s no telling what kind of sacrifice he’s making to keep Adam safe.”
Victor stepped closer, easing into her personal space like he belonged there. “There’s more at stake here than one man. Gage knows that. He’s smart enough to realize that the only true way to keep Adam safe is to take Stynger down for good.”
“That’s part of what worries me. It’s personal for Gage. If he gets the chance to kill Stynger, he’ll do it. Even if it means sacrificing himself.” Maybe he already had, and that was why no one had heard from him.
Victor must have read her mind. “He’s still alive, Bella. You have to believe that.” He came toward her, compassion shining in his bright eyes. One lean, hard hand was extended. She knew he meant to offer comfort, but she was too fragile for that right now. She had to stay strong, stay tough. As tired as she was, as worried as she was, it would be too easy for her to crack under the strain and let her emotions run free. One touch from him might be all it took to shatter her self-control.
She hadn’t cried in years—not since the night she killed her husband in a blind rage—she wasn’t about to start now.
Bella moved away before he could reach her. “I’m sure he’s alive,” she lied. “I’m also sure we’ll find him soon. I just have to keep looking and stay vigilant for even the smallest signs of his whereabouts. We’ve been on enough missions together that I know how he thinks.”
Victor’s hand fell to his side. “You’ll be a lot more vigilant after you get some food and sleep. You know him better than any of us. If we’re going to see some obscure sign he left behind, you’re the one most likely to spot it. But only if you’re not exhausted.”
She gave him a pointed stare. “I’d sleep better without one of my men in my kitchen, honey.”
“When was the last time you ate?”
She couldn’t remember, but that didn’t make him right. “If it’s that important to you, then feed me already so we can get to whatever it is you need to talk about. I’m wrung out.”
“Maybe the talk should wait until tomorrow.”
“I’m busy tomorrow. Talk now.”
“I don’t think so. Your blood sugar is too low for my peace of mind. It’ll only take a minute to warm up the food.”
She watched him move around her kitchen, opening cabinets and finding what he was looking for. The smell of curry filled the room, making her stomach rumble.
He set a plate of food in the microwave, pushed some buttons. Nothing happened. He frowned as he checked to make sure it was plugged in. “It’s not working.”
Bella went to his side and tried to make the appliance
go with no luck. “Sorry. It’s one of the few kitchen tools I know how to use. I must have worn it out.”
“No worries. We have other options.” He opened her oven door and pulled out her box of business receipts, staring at them as if they might bite. “You keep paperwork in your oven?”
“It’s a handy spot. Nothing blows away when I open the windows.”
“What about when you cook?”
She laughed. “Honey, I work eighty-hour weeks, minimum. I spend more than half of my time out of the country, run a reputable business where lives are on the line every day, and you think I have time to cook? You’re adorable.”
A blush brightened his cheeks and made his glacier blue eyes stand out. She knew he was a poster boy for the military, all upright and honorable, but there was something about the clarity of his eyes that really sold the whole look. She swore she could see right through him, like he had nothing to hide.
No one was that honorable. Especially not her.
“Does your oven even work?” he asked.
Bella shrugged. “Who knows? Never tried it.”
He turned a knob to get the gas-fueled contraption working. She probably should have been paying attention to how he operated it, but all she could concentrate on was the way his fingers gently gripped the knob, giving it the slightest twist.
Her nipples puckered in response.
After a few seconds, his brow scrunched up as he turned the knob again. “Your pilot light’s out.”
“I didn’t want to set my receipts on fire. The IRS frowns on excuses like that during an audit.”
“Got any matches?”
She pulled a lighter from her junk drawer and handed it to him. He knelt down, making his jeans go tight over a manly ass that looked like it was carved by God himself. She was so busy admiring him, she barely heard his question.
“Did you move the oven out recently?”
Bella shook her head to get it set on straight again. “Why on earth would I do that?”
“To clean under it.”
She grinned. “So adorable. I just want to pinch your cheeks.” His ass cheeks, if she had her choice.
“Right. Got it. You don’t clean, either.”