Friday, June 10, 2011

Wanted: Vodka Shots by Marteeka Karland

Wanted: Vodka Shots

by Marteeka Karland

Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-643-0
Genre(s): Futuristic
Series: Wanted
Length: Novella

Dmitry is pissed as hell. He was betrayed by a woman he trusted and now she must pay. After a seemingly endless search, he finally catches up with her, but her reasons for her betrayal -- and her abrupt departure -- chill his blood. Together, he and his closest friend, Hawk, must break into a Consolidation stronghold and attempt a daring rescue before an innocent is turned into an abomination.
Karri left Dmitry when her daughter was kidnapped by the Consolidation in order to gain information about the movements of The White Russian, Dmitry's friend and leader of a special force working to overthrow Consolidation power. Her decision cut through her like a knife, but with the life of her daughter hanging in the balance, she did what she had to do and is resolved to live with that decision. When Dmitry finds her, she knows her life is over. But before it is, she makes him swear to find her daughter and care for her. After that, he can exact his revenge.
Only Dmitry has something else in mind. Oh, he'll punish her, but not in the way she thinks.
With secrets and conspiracies at every turn, Dmitry must decide who to trust and the lives of everyone he holds dear may depend on his decisions.
Wanted: Vodka Shots
Marteeka Karland
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Copyright ©2011 Marteeka Karland

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"Do you have any idea what you're doing, Dmitry?" Hawk leaned against the bulkhead, arms crossed over his massive chest.
"I'm taking a traitor to Yuri to decide what her punishment will be."
Hawk snorted. "That's not Yuri's job. You know he's not about to pass judgment on anyone."
"Then Storm can do it."
"If you truly think she's guilty, you'd have killed her yourself, no matter what your feelings for her are. What the fuck is going on, Dmitry? If the Consolidation really does have her child..."
Hawk deserved an answer, but Dmitry didn't have one to give him. He knew Hawk was right, and there was simply no way he could describe the overwhelming need to protect the little bitch. Protect her from what, he didn't know. Himself? The Consolidation? He simply didn't have an answer.
The first thing he needed to do was get off this station and get the whole story from Karri. If they had Liana, Dmitry would do anything to get the child back. Kill anyone he had to.
"Come on. Let's get back to the rendezvous. Yuri will be wondering where we've gotten to." Dmitry didn't wait for Hawk to follow, but made his way to the cockpit and began his pre-launch check.
It took them twenty minutes, but finally they were on their way. Hawk said nothing, but continually checked and rechecked instruments. No doubt making sure they weren't being followed. They took no clear course heading with many stops before finally heading to Karni 2. It would take them several weeks to reach the rendezvous.
Dmitry scrubbed both hands over his face. He knew he would go get Karri. He knew he'd take her to his cabin and... what? Talk? More likely, he'd fuck her brains out. But he couldn't. Not yet. He wanted her with a passion that bordered on insanity, but he would not have her until he knew for sure what was going on. If she was a traitor, he'd take what he needed in retribution, then kill her. If not, then he'd find out why she'd left him.
Or so he kept telling himself.
Leaving Hawk without a word, Dmitry stalked down the short corridor to the hold where he'd left Karri. Slamming his hand against the palm reader, he mumbled to himself, "This is not a good idea, Dmitry. What the fuck are you doing?"
The door slid open and Karri raised her head. She sat at the far corner of the room with her knees drawn to her chest. Her hands were still behind her back, and Dmitry had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from wincing outwardly. He shouldn't have left her bound. It had been spite on his part, but he'd be damned if he showed weakness now by releasing her.
She struggled to rise, and Dmitry crossed the room to her and pulled her up by her upper arm. When she winced, he realized it was the same arm he'd gripped when he brought her to his ship. Apparently, he'd been right to think he'd bruise her.
Inwardly, he cringed, but he wasn't ready to let her see his emotions just yet. Before he did that, he'd find out whether or not she was worthy of an apology.
Neither said a word, but Dmitry didn't miss the defiant lift of her chin as he marched her to his cabin, and the pain in her eyes was there for all to see. An ache settled deep in the center of his chest. Everything he knew about her, everything he felt for her, couldn't be wrong. She was a good and decent human being. She wouldn't knowingly put his men in danger unless it was the only way to save her daughter.
Would she?
Gods! He honestly didn't care. She was back. He had her with him. Did anything else really matter? He needed her with every fiber of his being, and it galled him that he wasn't man enough to determine her guilt or innocence before he surrendered his heart to her.
No! Not again. Never again. She'd played him for a fool once. Twice was unacceptable. He'd have her again, but he'd damned well keep his heart out of it...

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