The Coven

Stephanie Burke

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What if the most beautiful woman in the world wasn't a woman...or even human? Cyprus Reid is an enigma who courts the spotlight while carefully maintaining her mystique, intriguing legions of fans with her stylistic lyrics and ...
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What if the most beautiful woman in the world wasn't a woman...or even human?

Cyprus Reid is an enigma who courts the spotlight while carefully maintaining her mystique, intriguing legions of fans with her stylistic lyrics and a voice that brings many to tears. Even more intriguing than her all-male entourage is the fact that people are dying to get to her...literally.

To ex-Navy SEAL turned government intelligence operative Jason Giles, Cyprus is either a victim of an elaborate conspiracy, or the most fiendish killer since Jack the Ripper. Sure, the victims had shady pasts and shared a connection to a strange incident at Mount McKinley some fifty years ago, but that doesn't mean they deserved to die, seemingly drained of life while engaged in acts of wanton carnality.

Jason is sent to discover the truth, but what he finds is more seductive, more intriguing, more enticing than a mere boy in a dress. What Jason finds is the existence of The Coven. And once they discover you, there is no going back.

  • Note:This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices, multiple partners, strong violence.
She was a tall thing, even without the heels. Jason estimated that she stood at least five feet eleven inches in her bare feet, just two inches shy of his own six feet one inch height.

Her skin was an indefinable mix of colors that could not be attributed to just one race. Golden was the best way to describe it. Cyprus Reid had a golden glow -- an aura, if you will -- about her.

Her eyes were almond-shaped and long-lashed, and the color of molten gold.

Her lips were full and generous, making her mouth more seductive than beautiful. Her nose was not too narrow and not too wide, just perfect for her heart-shaped face. Her cheekbones were high and well-established, showing that this woman would age gracefully. Her skin was clear, not a blemish to be seen, and Jason didn’t think the effect was from makeup. Her hair was a blending of gold and brown with a few platinum streaks highlighting it for fun. It was currently swirled and coiled into an intricate knot on top of her head, but he recalled from previous pictures that it hung somewhere around what People Magazine had described as “a butt so perfect that the angels wept when she walked by.”

She was dressed in a form-fitting sheath that skimmed along her million-dollar curves and emphasized the fact that she either had a damn good personal trainer or was gifted genetically.

Her breasts were high and firm, but not too large or overly done.

Her high-heeled shoes revealed a set of trim ankles and just a hint of enticing toes.

She stood there in the hallway, a butterfly surrounded by towering hulks of testosterone. It made her look all the more delicate, more feminine, and more ethereal, if that were possible.

Jason was not impressed.

If things went the way he thought they would, and he was seldom wrong, he would prove that this vixen was a vicious, mad-dog killer.

The tall man, the one he decided to refer to as Ape-boy, glared at him, then abruptly nodded.

“We thank you.”

“All part of the service,” Jason said, with a smile that rubbed the forced acquiescence deeper into Ape-boy’s face.

“Now, if you will excuse us, Ms. Reid needs her rest.”

“Not from where I’m standing.” Jason flirted gently, testing the waters while at the same time bugging the hell out of Ape-boy. He decided he wasn’t egging the man on; he was killing two birds with one stone by seeing how the group of boy toys reacted when some other male paid attention to Cyprus. Plus, he was checking out her reaction. Irking the big guy was an added bonus. He smiled, just knowing that he was great at this multi-tasking thing. Look at how much he was accomplishing in such a short amount of time.

Ape-boy tensed even more, if that were indeed possible, but Cyprus just grinned slightly, a small movement of her lips that lit up her whole face.

Jason paused at that small grin, realizing that he was grateful she hadn’t smiled. If a small gesture of amusement could raise the temperature a thousand degrees, he could only imagine what a full-fledged smile could do.

Down, boy, he mentally told his cock as his blood began to relocate itself to lower quarters, and his smaller head began to sit up and take notice. She’s a bad guy. A really bad, male-hating, murderous black widow spider.

Too bad his cock paid no attention in the least.

Taking a deep breath, and thankful for the long cut of his suit jacket that hid his rising problem, Jason stepped aside and watched as Ape-boy gestured to another of the boy toys to check out the room. A red-haired man, slightly shorter than Ape-Boy, stepped through the door, and after a discreet amount of time, returned and gestured them inside.

“Thank you.” Ape-boy briefly nodded to Jason and the manager before escorting Cyprus to the door. “Your attention is” -- he glared at Jason -- “overwhelming.”

“I live to serve,” Jason quipped, ignoring the glares sent to him by both the manager and Ape-boy.

Snorting, Ape-boy slammed the door shut, ending the confrontation before it could develop further.

“Nice people.” Jason smiled at the manager, who looked fit to be tied. “It’s so hard to find attentive help these days.”

“Maybe you should remember that, Mr. Giles,” the manager snapped. “You were rude to that man.”

“He was rude to me!”

“Be that as it may,” the manager continued as they moved toward the elevator that remained open and waiting for them. “The guests are always correct.”

“Even annoying prima donnas?” he had to ask, waiting to see if the red-faced man would explode.

“Especially the prima donnas, though there have never been any reports of Ms. Reid behaving in an unseemly manner.”

“Yeah, and those five men are just for show.”

“Be that as it may, Mr. Giles.” The manager sighed as the elevator rapidly dropped them to the lobby. “It is not your place to judge. You were hired for the specific purpose of keeping her safe. That is all you are to think about while on this job.”

“Keep her safe.” Jason nodded, before excusing himself and making an exit toward the staff rooms that had been set up for his use.

“Safe behind bars,” he muttered to himself and stopped in front of the door to his room. The nanocyte strand guarding the door remained unbroken, so he cautiously unlocked the door and entered the room. He secured the door behind him and moved to scan his surveillance equipment.

“Now, Ms. Reid, let’s just see how good your boys are at keeping you safe.”

Even if they found a few of the bugs he’d planted in the room, they would not find them all. And there was still his audio feed and the mechanical sniffers he’d installed, just in case there was some illegal drug use. At this point, he would do anything to take her down.

Now it was time to sit back and watch the Cyprus Reid show, where the climax would hopefully end with a standing ovation as she was carted off for a lengthy jail term.

“I love my job sometimes.” Jason chuckled as he settled in front of the monitor while the images appeared on-screen.

“Lights, camera, action.”

Copyright © Stephanie Burke


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