Kosmic Heart Erin Kay Novels & Stories

The kind that didn’t just enter your orbit — he made you aware you were already in his. She angled toward the bar, fingers brushing the satin clutch at her side. If Leo noticed, he didn’t show it. But Cass knew better. Men like him noticed everything. Cass offered a polite, noncommittal smile. “Sounds like you’ve got quite the story,” she said, keeping it vague. “Stories make the world go round, Ms…?” Grant—his name stitched into his leather portfolio—leaned in. She sipped her drink before answering. “Blake. Cassandra Blake.” One of her safe, untraceable names.

She reaches for the one I’m still holding out to her, using it to renotch her bow. “Hi, Dante,” she smiles wickedly. “I’m Erin.” Then with surprising speed for a human, she elbows me in the face, followed by a quick blunt force to my head. The last thought I have before everything goes black is, yep, definitely my kind of female.