![]() Lost Souls
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “I’ve worked security at four other buildings.” Benton held up as many fingers. His nails were short and black. Whether from blood or dirt, Callie didn’t care to guess. She stood behind him and leaned forward to speak into his ear. Stale cigar stench clogged her nose. “You’ve worked jobs, but haven’t paid the Soul Charmer.” Benton surged closer to the bar. His whiskey sloshed over the lip of the glass and onto his fingers. He slammed his shoulder backward and shifted to face Callie. The wide, milky eyes and taut tendons in his neck eased. Idiot. He licked the spilled liquor from his fingers. “I have experience, but they still won’t even let me take their exam.” She gave two fucks about his ability to get a job. “That must suck. You owe the Charmer.” “What do you mean?” That’s not how this worked, and he knew it. “Cash or souls.” “I ain’t got anything on me.” “How are you paying for that Wild Turkey?” Benton shot scattered looks in either direction. “It just you?” It was, and normally she hated that. Her boyfriend Derek typically made these collection calls. He looked the part. Hulking and covered in leather and scars. She hid her wounds on the inside, and wielded dark eyeliner as war paint. Not exactly scary mofo material. Callie needed more from Benton than a simple rented soul, though, and that information need to be acquired alone. ![]()
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heather
2/25/2019 07:04:01 pm
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