CONTINUES IN FIRST DEBT
“You say I’ll never own you. If I win—you willingly give me that right. You sign not only the debt agreement, but another—one that makes me your master until your last breath is taken. You do that, and I’ll give you this.”
Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Stolen, taken, and bound not by monsters but by an agreement written over six hundred years ago, she has no way out.
She belongs to Jethro as much as she denies it.
Jethro Hawk’s patience is running out. His inheritance gift tests, challenges, and surprises him—and not in good ways. He hasn’t leashed her but he thinks he might’ve found a way to bind her forever.
Debts are mounting. Payment waiting.
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First Debt
Indebted Series #2
Chapter One
Nila
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IF I HAD known my life would change so drastically, I might have planned a little better. Strategized a little smarter, researched a little deeper.
One moment I was the Darling of Milan, the next I was a Weaver Whore.
But despite my lack of skills and weapons, I wasn’t ready to go down without a fight.
In fact, I prospered into a woman I’d always been too afraid to find.
I became more than Nila Weaver.
More than daughter, twin-sister, and seamstress.
I became the woman who would bring down a family’s legacy.
I evolved into the woman who captured a Hawk.
Chapter Two
Jethro
I STALKED TOWARD the stables and the very lodgings Nila had inhabited the night before.
The image of her bounding away—pristine naked skin glowing in the sunshine and long hair flowing like black silk—played on a loop inside my head.
Everything I’d been prepared for—every argument, every hardship I’d been drilled to expect—hadn’t prepared me for the complication that was Nila Weaver. How could I understand and keep my bearings when the bloody woman had more personalities than a Picasso painting?
Sometimes naïve. Sometimes coy. Smart, fearful, proud,gullible.
And above all, evolving.
And rapidly.
I wasn’t used to...mess. The chaos of a human psyche or the overwhelming pull of emotions was not permitted in my world. In the short time I’d known her, she’d successfully made me feel something I had no fucking right to feel.
Don’t admit it.
