A Scorching Seduction
Chapter One
Trace stared at her from head to toe as they left the gymnasium for the hallway.
"Where are you from, Fia?"
"Nowhere, really. I was orphaned when I was three and grew up shuttled between
Jergin and Aptor. That's where most foundlings are raised." She noted the
softening in Trace's, if not Vaan's, face. Vaan, the assassin, remained wary.
Yet Trace, Racor's legendary assault commander, was a sucker for a woman with a
sob story. "I had a very loving childhood, though. And when I reached my
majority at fifteen, I decided to become a sex sharer. It's respectable work and
pays very well."
Vaan lifted a brow at Trace, who scowled but said nothing.
"That's what I've always told my friend here. Sex is to be treasured, explored,
not deemed dirty or wrong." Vaan stared smugly at Trace.
Fia frowned, enjoying her role. "But if you feel that way, Trace, then why are
you here?"
"Good question," he muttered, and Vaan chuckled.
"Don't mind Trace. He's just upset that I got the better of him in our
entanglement."
"Shut up, Vaan." Trace's gaze narrowed, and Fia ... read full excerpt from: A Scorching Seduction ebook
