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Luca’s surliness. The previous Keeper had lost her immortality and was now in love. Livia Cavalli deserved it. “I’m happy for her and Rafe. Hard not to be when we’ve all found our perfect matches.”
As one, the men turned and stared at the four women standing in front of the villa watching them.
“We’ll find a Keeper.” Soren strode up the steps toward Skye. “But for now, Skye and I have better things to do.”
“Sounds like a damned good idea,” Antonio said with a laugh.
As Dante, and even Luca, joined in the laugher, Soren stared straight at Skye. She watched his approach with a smile.
He was free. His brothers were free.
Free to live the life they wanted, with the women they wanted above all else.
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Check out the rest of the WindKeepers series:
Book 1: Wind Kissed, Fire Bound
Book 2: Taken by the South Wind
Book 3: Tempting the West Wind
Book 4: Defying the North Wind
Book 5: Claiming the East Wind
Read an excerpt: Turn the page for an excerpt from Time Thief , Book 1 of The Anomaly Trilogy.
Excerpt from Time Thief
The Anomaly Trilogy: Book One
by Anna Hackett
She’d been a thief a long time but bank robbery was a new low.
Bay North stood in line at the Concord Downing Bank and surreptitiously scratched under her wig. The damn thing itched like crazy.
She ran a hand down the pencil skirt of her cheap, gray business suit. It was a challenge trying to blend in with the Denver lunch crowd waiting to bank checks and open new accounts.
The suit, the foreign makeup and brown wig were her attempt at a chic disguise. She swallowed a snort. She wouldn’t know chic if it slammed her in the head with a pair of designer heels. Out of necessity, she usually wore clothes she could run in.
Things might have been different if she hadn’t been born a freak.
Her chest constricted. She fought to keep her hands relaxed, to not curl them into tight little fists.
Things weren’t different. She breathed out. Imagined the rush of emotions bleeding away like a spent wave.
Casually, Bay cast a glance around the bank. The foyer was all marble, mahogany and old-world brass fixtures. Located in an historic building in downtown Denver, Concord Downing catered to the city’s wealthiest clients.
Behind the row of tellers, a door led downstairs to the vault. She didn’t let her gaze linger but she noted every aspect of the heavy, reinforced entry.
A quick glance at her Rolex knockoff. In exactly one minute, two of the bank staff would open the dual combination lock. Then, another minute after that, the time lock door on the vault beyond would open.
Then she’d show that murdering bastard Gabriel Leven that she could give as good as she got. She’d steal one of his most prized treasures—the Scarlet Lady.
An antique ruby necklace of incalculable value.
Come on, come on . She tapped one cheap pump against the floor and watched the door out of the corner of her eye. Funny how time moved like cold honey when you were waiting. Even funnier since time was her commodity.
Movement. Two bank employees were heading for the door. Show time.
She gave the room another slow scan. Everything looked as it should. White-collar workers going about their business between chicken wraps and lattes.
One big man’s shoulders strained against his ill-fitting suit. He looked like he wanted to shred his too-tight jacket. Not far from him, another muscle-bound jock stood against a pillar, his jacket not even managing to hide the bulge of whatever he had holstered at his side.
A skitter of unease rippled up Bay’s spine.
What the hell was muscle doing pretending to fit into the bank crowd?
Swallowing hard, she looked directly at the door. The bank staff held keycards up to the scanners. The
As one, the men turned and stared at the four women standing in front of the villa watching them.
“We’ll find a Keeper.” Soren strode up the steps toward Skye. “But for now, Skye and I have better things to do.”
“Sounds like a damned good idea,” Antonio said with a laugh.
As Dante, and even Luca, joined in the laugher, Soren stared straight at Skye. She watched his approach with a smile.
He was free. His brothers were free.
Free to live the life they wanted, with the women they wanted above all else.
<<<<>>>>
Coming Soon
I hope you enjoyed reading Claiming the East Wind.
Don’t miss out! To ensure you don’t miss my latest action romance releases sign up for my new release email at:
AnnaHackettBooks.com/newsletter
Check out the rest of the WindKeepers series:
Book 1: Wind Kissed, Fire Bound
Book 2: Taken by the South Wind
Book 3: Tempting the West Wind
Book 4: Defying the North Wind
Book 5: Claiming the East Wind
Read an excerpt: Turn the page for an excerpt from Time Thief , Book 1 of The Anomaly Trilogy.
Excerpt from Time Thief
The Anomaly Trilogy: Book One
by Anna Hackett
She’d been a thief a long time but bank robbery was a new low.
Bay North stood in line at the Concord Downing Bank and surreptitiously scratched under her wig. The damn thing itched like crazy.
She ran a hand down the pencil skirt of her cheap, gray business suit. It was a challenge trying to blend in with the Denver lunch crowd waiting to bank checks and open new accounts.
The suit, the foreign makeup and brown wig were her attempt at a chic disguise. She swallowed a snort. She wouldn’t know chic if it slammed her in the head with a pair of designer heels. Out of necessity, she usually wore clothes she could run in.
Things might have been different if she hadn’t been born a freak.
Her chest constricted. She fought to keep her hands relaxed, to not curl them into tight little fists.
Things weren’t different. She breathed out. Imagined the rush of emotions bleeding away like a spent wave.
Casually, Bay cast a glance around the bank. The foyer was all marble, mahogany and old-world brass fixtures. Located in an historic building in downtown Denver, Concord Downing catered to the city’s wealthiest clients.
Behind the row of tellers, a door led downstairs to the vault. She didn’t let her gaze linger but she noted every aspect of the heavy, reinforced entry.
A quick glance at her Rolex knockoff. In exactly one minute, two of the bank staff would open the dual combination lock. Then, another minute after that, the time lock door on the vault beyond would open.
Then she’d show that murdering bastard Gabriel Leven that she could give as good as she got. She’d steal one of his most prized treasures—the Scarlet Lady.
An antique ruby necklace of incalculable value.
Come on, come on . She tapped one cheap pump against the floor and watched the door out of the corner of her eye. Funny how time moved like cold honey when you were waiting. Even funnier since time was her commodity.
Movement. Two bank employees were heading for the door. Show time.
She gave the room another slow scan. Everything looked as it should. White-collar workers going about their business between chicken wraps and lattes.
One big man’s shoulders strained against his ill-fitting suit. He looked like he wanted to shred his too-tight jacket. Not far from him, another muscle-bound jock stood against a pillar, his jacket not even managing to hide the bulge of whatever he had holstered at his side.
A skitter of unease rippled up Bay’s spine.
What the hell was muscle doing pretending to fit into the bank crowd?
Swallowing hard, she looked directly at the door. The bank staff held keycards up to the scanners. The
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