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Authors: Sierra Cartwright
Tags: #Erotic Romance Fiction
Initiation (Master Class Book 1) (17 page)
“My
máthair Chríona
found this.”
Instead of taking the comb, she reached for her whisky glass. Realising it was empty, she rolled the glass between her palms. “My condolences, in advance, to your family.”
Bitch.
Temper and temptation warred within him. No one mattered more to him than his
máthair Chríona
. His jaw tightened. The less civilised side of his nature demanded he sling Sinead over his shoulder, drag her from the room then find the nearest wall and slam her up against it.
He deliberately put the comb back in his pocket, his actions controlled. Then, anger in check, he discarded the option of fucking her ragged and settled for capturing her chin, not at all gently, between his thumb and forefinger. When he spoke, his tone was harsh, his words blunt. “You deserve a good hiding, Sinead.”
That shut her up.
Heat chased up her cheeks, replacing the colour that had momentarily drained away when she had seen the comb. When she opened her mouth again, she was back in full form. “A good hiding, is it? I’ve already said you’re not man enough for me.”
“Shall we see?” He stroked his middle finger across the top of her lip. “I think I’m just the man to teach you to mind your manners, lass.”
“You won’t be touching me again,
diabhal.
”
Like
hell
he wouldn’t. He intended to be on her. In her. “You are aware, wombat, that the Banshee doesn’t follow all families. She does not follow the Quinns.” He smiled viciously. “She follows the O’Malleys. My
máthair Chríona
believes the warning was meant for you.”
The flush on her cheeks darkened.
With precise aim, firing back at the direct hit she’d scored, he added, “Not many of you left now, are there?”
“You really are a bastard, Quinn.”
She curled her hand into a fist and Jack wasn’t sure whether or not she was going to take a swing at him. Part of him hoped she did. Then he’d have every reason to sling her over his shoulder and drag her back to his hotel.
“
Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat
.
”
May the cat eat you, and may the cat be eaten by the devil. Or her figurative meaning,
screw you
.
She trembled, though, despite her bravado, despite her hard words. He’d unnerved her. And, he wondered, what bothered her most—him, or the Banshee? “The curse ends with us, Sinead. With you becoming my bride.”
She laughed. Really laughed. “You really are mad as a hatter.”
Band members began moving towards the stage. The electric guitarist tuned his instrument, all but drowning their conversation.
Sinead unclenched her fist then clamped her hand on his wrist. “Your two minutes are up, Quinn bastard. I never want to see you again.”
“Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I’ll be here when you’ve finished.”
“I’ve no use for you, sir.”
Was that the slight dig of her fingernails in his skin?
“Go home.”
“Aye. And when I do, you’ll be by my side. Mark my words, Sinead. You’ll be Mrs Quinn.”
“When my ancestors roll in their graves.”
Her fingernails sliced into his skin. The woman had claws.
“This is no longer about you and me, lass.”
“Sinead!” Brandon called.
“I’ve finished with you.” She pulled her hand off his wrist.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she moved away, defiant and delicious.
He moved back to the bar.
“This one’s on the house.” The bartender slid acomplimentary pint in Jack’s direction. “I told you she was a tough one.”
Jack looked at his wrist and studied the half crescents carved into his skin by his fiery opponent. “You warned me.”
“She’s only been here a few times, but we already call her the Titanic.” The man swiped a white towel across the shiny wood. “Men see her lovely smile and think they’re in for smooth sailing. Then afore you know it, you hit the ice—the ice in her veins.”
Jack hoisted his glass in her direction.
Round one to the lovely lass from Westport.
About the Author
Sierra Cartwright was born in Manchester, England and raised in Colorado. Moving to the United States was nothing like her young imagination had concocted. She expected to see cowboys everywhere, and a covered wagon or two would have been really nice!
Now she writes novels as untamed as the Rockies, while spending a fair amount of time in Texas…where, it turns out, the Texas Rangers law officers don't ride horses to roundup the bad guys, or have six-shooters strapped to their sexy thighs as she expected. And she’s yet to see a poster that says Wanted: Dead or Alive. (Can you tell she has a vivid imagination?)
Sierra wrote her first book at age nine, a fanfic episode of Star Trek when she was fifteen, and she completed her first romance novel at nineteen. She actually kissed William Shatner (Captain Kirk) on the cheek once, and she says that’s her biggest claim to fame.
Her adventure through the turmoil of trust has taught her that love is the greatest gift. Like her image of the Old West, her writing is untamed, and nothing is off-limits.
She invites you to take a walk on the wild side…but only if you dare.
Email:
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Sierra
loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at
http://www.totallybound.com
.
Also by Sierra Cartwright
Bound to the Billionaire: Bared to Him
Halloween Heart Throbs: Walk on the Wild Side
Clandestine Classics: Jane Eyre
