Flawed Creatures
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FLAWED CREATURES
BEATRIX HOLLOW
Copyright © 2022 by Beatrix Hollow
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Character art by Alex Conkins
Map by Cartographybird
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CONTENTS
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
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Some creatures are fatally flawed. I'm a thrill-seeker, a gambler, and a thief--playing whim to my Greed. However, my sins aren't what I have to fight right now...it's theirs.
Three men deemed too powerful and wrong to let live by our Council. They're too devious, too strong, too evil. An unhinged crazy incubus, an obsessive shape shifting beast, and the Dullahan himself--scars, steed, and all.
Tricked, captured, captive. They plan to use my power, wield it as their own. I'm their golden ticket, their pot of gold. Kings, gods, and creatures have tried to use my kind and these three monsters are exactly the same. They know that when luck is on your side, the odds are never even.
There's an unstoppable hitman on their back and they need something that gives them the upper hand, a guarantee of success. And that something is me.
Author Notes: This is a stand-alone urban fantasy romance with lots of love all around.
1
My eyes scanned the cards in hand: Ace, King, Queen, Jack, Ten. Five little black clovers winked back at me from the corner of each card. Oh boy, these men were decidedly not going to like these cards.
The pungent smell of cigar smoke was thick around the room, creating hazy clouds around our heads.
The tension was a palatable pressure caressing my skin.
The corners of my mouth tugged up, betraying my poker face for a shit-eating grin. My tongue darted out over my lips and my manicured nails tapped away quickly on the table.
Angry eyes latched on to my smile and fingers, taking in all the tells and not liking it one little bit. I bit my lower lip to hold back a chuckle. These poor bastards were about to lose the rest of their money.