Excerpt Reveal- The Predator


Take a peek inside The Reaper (Dark Verse Book #2) RuNyx. What’s gonna happen next? Tristan’s and Morana’s story is full of secrets and dark twists you don’t wanna miss!

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What happens when the untameable wind and the endless sea collide in the dark of the night?

Tristan ‘The Predator’ Caine had been unprepared for Morana Vitalio. After spending his entire life with a vow he broke on a rainy night, he finds himself torn in a battle between his painful past and an uncertain future. The only thing he knows? Her life still belongs to him.

For Morana, the line between enemies and allies has blurred. Everything she once held dear to her has disintegrated and the unknown gapes at her, leaving her with both her freedom and life on the line in enemy territory. The only thing she knows? His life has always belonged to her.

With twenty years of history tying them to each other, Tristan and Morana begin their hunt for the truth together. And they realize that the mystery of the missing girls is just the tip of the iceberg.
Skeletons are uncovered. Dominoes begin to fall.

A storm is born.

Excerpt Reveal

“Touch her without permission again,” Tristan stated so quietly the impact hit her harder, that voice sending shivers of a completely different kind over her spine, “and I will break you.”
The room went utterly silent.
Morana looked at the other guards to see most of them with their hands on their guns, then at Lorenzo Maroni who was watching Tristan with rapt attention.
“Interesting,” he murmured, a smile coming on to his face she did not like one bit.
Tristan let the beefy guy go and turned to face her, giving Maroni and his goons his back in a move that showed both his complete confidence in their inability to harm him and his trust in Dante to watch his back. This was unexpected. She hadn’t thought he would come anywhere near her where Maroni could watch, for obvious reasons. That he was not only close but was almost flaunting it in the older man’s face caught her unaware.
Morana swallowed, tilting her head back, caught by those blue, blue eyes. He raised his hands in silent question and she nodded, granting him permission.
Without removing his eyes from hers, he settled his hands on her shoulders, touching her for the first time. Her chest heaved with an inhale. He kept his touch light as he slid his hand around to her back, running it down her spine. Her body arched, breasts brushing against his torso before she could control the reaction, aware of the many eyes on them.
Once done with her torso, he went down on one knee. Biting the inside of her cheek, she looked down. His large hands traced over her hips, not clinically like he was supposed to but with the knowledge of a lover, making her heart hammer everywhere in her body.
Down his hands slid, touching her ankle under the hem of her long skirt. Her breath hitched as she fisted her hands to keep them from touching his scruff, her mouth tingling with the remembered burning sensation of his one kiss.
She saw the responding heat in his eyes as his hands traveled up her bare calves, his rough fingers caressing her skin for the first time in a room full of mobsters. But it fit given their first time together had been in a mob restaurant with mobsters outside the door.
His hands paused on her knee, his eyes molten. She took a deep breath. He knew exactly where her knives were, had known since he had entered the room. He could have checked her from over her skirt. Yet, he had gotten on a knee and placed his hands directly on her skin without once raising the hem of her skirt from the floor.
It wasn’t lost on her what he was doing. It was a statement to all the men in the room, to the woman who had tried to claim him, and to Morana herself. It was a statement loud and clear. She was his.

About RuNyx

A happy 26-year old who has lived her life between the pages of books, RuNyx enjoys creating universes and setting them on fire. She loves to travel, wants to adopt a dog before 30 and learn different languages. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, traveling, meditating, daydreaming and most of all, procrastinating.

Venturing into writing, she’s written multiple stories online for over half a decade before taking the plunge into publication. She’s found her voice in gritty, intense, emotion-provoking stories that connect and stay with the readers.

Even though she’s intensely private, she shares a strong bond with her readers. Her favorite part about writing is knowing that it has somehow changed somebody’s day in some corner of the world for the better.

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