Once Upon A Time....
Sorella Corvino lost her brother to The Cursed years ago. Sorella is so determined to find him, she'll make any deal, rescue the outcasts and those like him, and risk flying into any port to rescue him. When her latest pirate efforts partner her with a bounty hunter who's too charming, sexy, and handsome for his own good, she knows she's in trouble. Ian Marshall no longer believes in fairy tales… Disowned and a marked criminal in the United States, this merchant turned bounty hunter, is one bounty away from freedom; and freedom's price is handing over one person to the most cutthroat gang in the world, The Cursed. Yet, he can't get to them without Sorella's help. Too bad she's gorgeous, aggravating, and a little trigger happy.
As the attraction mounts, the danger grows and the pair find themselves invading a skin trader den, the ballrooms of dictator-ruled Germany, and fighting battles in the sky in the hopes of getting everything they want. Only thing they didn't plan on... falling in love.
When Ian Marshall first walked into the jail, he’d expected a fight. Yet only one sentry stood on duty, one guard, a boy more than a man, for someone The Cursed claimed was too dangerous to be left to his own devices.
The rolling down the stairs bit had been an accident. To make sure he hadn’t killed the kid, he checked for a pulse. It was there, but thready. No time to get the fool medical help.
Turning his attention toward the cells, he’d sized up his bounty, a grizzled, more-bone-than-flesh man who stood a few inches shorter and possessed eyes with more intelligence than he let on.
Ian hadn’t planned on the feisty, mysterious woman in the other cell. She smiled. A perfect, white-toothed smile signaling trouble. Teeth like that rarely existed in war-ravaged Europe. Those who had them were in society’s upper echelons, and if you were found with a rare, flawless pearl set, you’d be claimed and sold. Hell, he’d seen men kill to possess a person with unspoiled teeth.
He refused to mess with such a problem. Nope, he’d split with the bounty he came for and leave Trouble in her cell. She’d asked if he had a plan, but it didn’t matter that she’d caught him flying by the seat of his cross seams. With a will came a way, and surviving the past few years had taught him he’d always find a way. So he ignored her.
“Step back, and I’ll get you out of there.” He finished setting the electo wand to EMP.
Tuul grinned in response. The man wasn’t going to do a damn thing he said. Thankfully, he had a backup plan. He reached into his pocket and gripped the collar stuffed inside. He’d have to move fast.
The wand touched the bars. The current running through them sparked and then died. Switching to the heat setting allowed him to melt the lock. Once the lock was melted, his target charged the door with a growl. Ian stepped back and readied for the impact, moving himself out of the door’s swinging path and removing the collar from his pocket.
Before the bastard could reach him though, the girl burst between them, shoving her fist into Tuul’s face and knocking him back into the cell.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She marched forward into the cell, stomping on the prostrate man’s bits with her boot heel. “Killing the scag like I promised him I would.”