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Authors: Jessie Donovan
Tags: FICTION / Romance / Paranormal, Camilla Melini is a high-ranking soldier with an organization fighting to free elemental magic users. Her latest assignment is to find one of the legendary elemental Four Talents, and she’s determined to get in and out of Mexico as quickly as possible to avoid running into the man who nearly destroyed her life. But when the dangerous man from her past finds her, Cam must work with Marco Alvarez, a man she’d dismissed as a playboy, to prevent the the powerful magic of the Talents from falling into the wrong hands. She never expected the charming playboy to be a cunning warrior worthy of her heart...
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or two strapped to her thigh, but he’d bet his own life that Cam rarely let
herself smile, let alone sway and just enjoy herself. This was a rare glimpse of the woman hidden beneath.
No doubt, there was a reason for her defensive walls, and he wondered what had caused them.
The music ended and the crowd clapped, Cam included. He drew in a breath as she clapped and let out
a whistle before grinning with unadulterated joy on her face. If he didn’t have a million other
responsibilities resting on his shoulders, he would be tempted to see how long it would take before he
could make her grin that way while in his company.
Of course, until he found out what she’d discovered inside the observatory, Cam was one of the reasons
he was here. And there was no reason he couldn’t try to have a little fun with her before he went back to
hiding behind a fake face and an even faker smile.
The music started up again and he made his way toward Cam, careful to stay far enough back in the
crowd to blend in and not draw attention to himself. When she was a few feet in front of him, he pushed up behind her and placed his hands on her waist. She froze and quickly placed her hand on his arm, her nails
close to his skin, ready to slice him.
He caressed one of his fingers against her side and leaned close to her ear, catching the wild scent of the jungle. He smiled and whispered, “Gotcha.”
Cam had a weakness for live music.
After her sister had been carted off to the Asylum for Magical Threats’ prison system, or even when her
parents had died in a staged car accident, music had been her sole source of healing. Lyrics in particular had often shown her that she wasn’t the only one with painful memories or a difficult life history.
Things were not as dark for her as they’d been five or ten years ago, but music still played a pivotal role in helping her calm down and focus. When she’d heard the music drifting through the window of the bed
and breakfast, it had called to her, inviting her to relax for a few minutes and recharge her batteries. Zalika and Jacek had assured her they’d be fine, so after a quick change of clothes, she’d gone to the main plaza where the band was performing in front of the town hall.
The large ensemble was playing some of kind of upbeat Mexican folk song. People were even dancing
in the square. A man had asked her to dance, but she’d turned him down. Even if she didn’t have to avoid
drawing attention to herself, Cam had a reputation to uphold. The only dancing she did was in her kitchen.
For now, she simply swayed and enjoyed the music guilt-free. After finding people to help translate bits
of the message she’d found at Chichen Itza—split into sections for security reasons—she’d discovered that
she couldn’t do anything for her mission until tomorrow at the Sunday market near this plaza. She’d also
inquired about the shadow-shifter, but no one had spotted him since that first day. She’d decided that if she stayed in the crowds and well-lit areas, she’d be fine, so she had gone out.
The song finished, and she clapped. She could stay for one or two more songs before heading back.
The market started bright and early tomorrow morning, and she wanted to double-check her strategy with
Jacek and Zalika before going to sleep.
As another song began, two hands circled her waist, and while she should’ve tensed at the contact, the
touch felt familiar. She glanced down without moving her head, and noticed that the hands were a rich
mahogany color. That ruled out her ex, but not Marco.
She frowned. She knew of his reputation, but honestly, she’d expected better of him in public.
Since she was in the middle of a crowded area full of humans, all Cam could do was lay her hand on
the man’s arm with her nails close to the skin, ready to skewer him at the first sign of trouble.
One of the fingers around her waist began gently stroking her lower ribcage. The heat and
herself smile, let alone sway and just enjoy herself. This was a rare glimpse of the woman hidden beneath.
No doubt, there was a reason for her defensive walls, and he wondered what had caused them.
The music ended and the crowd clapped, Cam included. He drew in a breath as she clapped and let out
a whistle before grinning with unadulterated joy on her face. If he didn’t have a million other
responsibilities resting on his shoulders, he would be tempted to see how long it would take before he
could make her grin that way while in his company.
Of course, until he found out what she’d discovered inside the observatory, Cam was one of the reasons
he was here. And there was no reason he couldn’t try to have a little fun with her before he went back to
hiding behind a fake face and an even faker smile.
The music started up again and he made his way toward Cam, careful to stay far enough back in the
crowd to blend in and not draw attention to himself. When she was a few feet in front of him, he pushed up behind her and placed his hands on her waist. She froze and quickly placed her hand on his arm, her nails
close to his skin, ready to slice him.
He caressed one of his fingers against her side and leaned close to her ear, catching the wild scent of the jungle. He smiled and whispered, “Gotcha.”
Cam had a weakness for live music.
After her sister had been carted off to the Asylum for Magical Threats’ prison system, or even when her
parents had died in a staged car accident, music had been her sole source of healing. Lyrics in particular had often shown her that she wasn’t the only one with painful memories or a difficult life history.
Things were not as dark for her as they’d been five or ten years ago, but music still played a pivotal role in helping her calm down and focus. When she’d heard the music drifting through the window of the bed
and breakfast, it had called to her, inviting her to relax for a few minutes and recharge her batteries. Zalika and Jacek had assured her they’d be fine, so after a quick change of clothes, she’d gone to the main plaza where the band was performing in front of the town hall.
The large ensemble was playing some of kind of upbeat Mexican folk song. People were even dancing
in the square. A man had asked her to dance, but she’d turned him down. Even if she didn’t have to avoid
drawing attention to herself, Cam had a reputation to uphold. The only dancing she did was in her kitchen.
For now, she simply swayed and enjoyed the music guilt-free. After finding people to help translate bits
of the message she’d found at Chichen Itza—split into sections for security reasons—she’d discovered that
she couldn’t do anything for her mission until tomorrow at the Sunday market near this plaza. She’d also
inquired about the shadow-shifter, but no one had spotted him since that first day. She’d decided that if she stayed in the crowds and well-lit areas, she’d be fine, so she had gone out.
The song finished, and she clapped. She could stay for one or two more songs before heading back.
The market started bright and early tomorrow morning, and she wanted to double-check her strategy with
Jacek and Zalika before going to sleep.
As another song began, two hands circled her waist, and while she should’ve tensed at the contact, the
touch felt familiar. She glanced down without moving her head, and noticed that the hands were a rich
mahogany color. That ruled out her ex, but not Marco.
She frowned. She knew of his reputation, but honestly, she’d expected better of him in public.
Since she was in the middle of a crowded area full of humans, all Cam could do was lay her hand on
the man’s arm with her nails close to the skin, ready to skewer him at the first sign of trouble.
One of the fingers around her waist began gently stroking her lower ribcage. The heat and
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