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Chapter 90 S. Cinders 08:00,Jan 01,1970 ★Sutton- I know for a fact that nothing in this life comes free. When you live in a rundown trailer on the wrong side of town. You know a thing or two about hunger, fear, and despair. Ever since Mama passed away, I have gotten along just fine. I go to work, keep my head down, and do my best to stay out of trouble. But he always seems to find me... trouble, that is. When Mr. Hot-shot New York turned up telling me that I had inherited a bunch of money, I laughed in his face. I knew down to my toes that something had to be wrong. Nobody, nowhere, no-how had ever gone out of their way to leave me so much as a dime. This was far too 'happily ever after' for my liking. I just wished that he wasn’t so insistent… -or clearly the best looking man I'd ever seen. -or smelled so darn good. - or easily my greatest mistake waiting to happen. ★Mark- I was groomed to take over the boss’s company. I’ve worked, no slaved, for years making Sutton Industries the most lucrative, sought after, and most coveted fortune five hundred company in New York. Then out of nowhere, the old man tells me on his death bed--no less, that he has a long lost daughter. Not only was I tasked with finding the girl, I was also expected to hand over half the company. My damn company! Well, I found her. Living in the middle of Hillbilly Hell, working as a waitress, and living in a single wide. The sharks on Wall-street would eat this chick for breakfast. How was I supposed to bring this girl up to task when she didn't even own a pair of shoes that didn't once belong to somebody else? This girl is trouble. Walking away would be the sane thing to do. But there is something vulnerable about her. I can't put my finger on it. Won't put my finger on her, no matter how badly I am itching to touch her. I hated being the nice guy. It wasn't in my DNA.
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Chapter 80 S. Cinders 08:00,Jan 01,1970 Vivian Browning grew up as a normal, never knowing that she was a full-fledged Lycan (part wolf/part vampire). When Viv turned eighteen suddenly her body began to change and crave meat, more specifically bloody meat. Ace and Brendon are two of the best rogue hunters the pack has. They find the rogues and quickly dispatch of them. But when they come across Vivian they can't seem to find it in them to kill her off. First, she doesn't look anything like a rabid Lycan. And second, they can smell the innocence on her. Lycans desire sex as much as they desire blood. There is something unusual about this woman and they are going to find out what it is.
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Chapter 69 S. Cinders 08:00,Jan 01,1970 PART 1: What do an egotistical sexy warrior, a stupid recessive gene, and intergalactic travel have in common for me? Well, it was the recipe used to destroy my life. You know it is going to be a bad day when you awaken to find you have been stolen from the planet and in order to live you must imprint with a space warrior that hates your very existence. To add fuel to the fire, this imprinting brings out superhuman abilities that you are now supposed to use to save the galaxy. Did I mention I was a pacifist? Now I am tied to a smoking hot, sexy as sin warrior who is intent on turning me into a superhero. Kill me now. PART 2: Chloe had resigned herself to death. One didn't get the diagnosis of stage four colon cancer without knowing your odds are slim. When the results came back indicating cancer had spread throughout her body she knew it was her time to go. She was a fighter, always had been. But there were some battles that even a hardened girl on the streets couldn't take on. When she first awakened Chloe wondered if she was in hell. Her body was completely healed, but she was at the mercy of a jealous queen in a strange land. It was there that Chloe learned the truth. She was stolen from earth minutes before her death to 'imprint' with an alien man in the hopes that she would develop superpowers. Chloe might have been too tired to fight before. But she was more than ready to take the idiot on that changed her future and then abandoned her in a black hole. There were some things a girl couldn't forgive.
