Assassins Core
I’m right at the end of finishing Assassins Core III. I can’t believe the ending. It wasn’t what I imagined when I wrote this. I have to go back over it to make sure that’s how I want to end it.
I have a title and I tried to plan to that as a theme through the entire book, but I’m nervous about it. Did I make Alexi go too far? Sigh. The dilemmas of not going overboard while not going far enough.
Well, I’ll have to do some editing and see what I think. Do I take risks here considering this is a crime drama or do I pull back a little.
Here’s a little tidbit.
Her office door opened, and Alexi put her
phone on the table and stood at the sight of Tatiana coming in.
“Morning, honey,” she said warmly.
“Good morning,” Tatiana answered. “I hate
you weren’t even in bed with me this morning.” Tatiana crossed the room to her,
and Alexi pulled her into a hug.
“I had something to do,” she said. “A run
in the woods.”
“Take up a more respectable form of
exercise, and you’ll have me by your side.” Tatiana said and kissed Alexi’s
jaw. “You smell like pine.”
“Ah, yes. That damn soap.”
Tatiana laughed. “What soap?”
“It was a gift.” She smoothed her fingers
along Tatiana’s nape. “Let’s plan to stay in tonight.”
“Definitely,” Tatiana agreed. “I have to
go. I have a meeting with the advertising staff. They’re supposed to have a new
campaign ready for me. Sabrina agreed to send her head of marketing and
advertising with me to check things out.”
“Really?”
“I know I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t
think I had to,” Tatiana said. “Is that okay?”
“Fine. Bri’s smart. I trust her judgment.”
Tatiana beamed. “Great. I better go.”
“Be careful, okay?”
“You too,” Tatiana said and kissed her.
Alexi kissed her back and nuzzled
Tatiana’s throat, the coolness of the chain holding the memory locket Alexi had
given her touching her skin. “The cat can’t get enough of you.”
“I’m glad because I kinda like her too.”
She nipped Alexi’s bottom lip and ran her hands up her chest. Alexi purred,
loving Tatiana’s touch.
“You’re wearing that necklace,” Tatiana
commented. “What is it?”
“It was a—” Tatiana began unbuttoning the
periwinkle blouse Alexi had pulled on when she returned from this morning’s
business. She’d decided to leave the tie today as she was only going to the
building site and to look at some furniture for the club.
Alexi caught her hands, stilling them, but
Tatiana had already bared her enough that she was staring at the medallion.
“What is it?”
“Nothing I want to talk about right now,”
she said. “I’ll tell you eventually.”
Tatiana held her gaze, and Alexi saw
shadows of fear. “The cat’s in your eyes.”
“Tia.” She sighed and kissed her before
releasing her. “It was an old—someone I worked with in Russia.”
Tatiana studied her. “Russian mob,” she
said and rubbed her palms on her pants legs while Alexi buttoned her shirt.
“Why? I thought you weren’t involved with them.”
“It’s complicated,” she said and wiped her
hand over her mouth.
“I have a college degree. I can probably follow.”
Alexi laughed bitterly. “You make it sound
so simple and it’s really not. Plus, it’s private.”
“Private? What the hell does that mean?
Tatiana demanded. “Every time I bring it up you shy away from it when you
should be trusting me with the truth.”
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