Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
El Segador: They call me The Reaper. I’ve lived my entire adult life in the shadows so I could be the deadliest asset El Diablo has. Together we’ve brought death to more men than I can count. But then I meet her. Swan. I may be a sucker for a woman in trouble, but I’m not stupid. There’s no way her real name is Swan Lake. Except, apparently, it is. When she tells me about her bucket list, I’m in. Now, I’m thrust into the light with Swan at my side going to… romantic dinners? My only goal is to clear her bucket list before it’s too late, but what if one item on that list is to fall in love?
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Chapter One
Swan
I woke up to the music of seagulls and crashing waves on the morning tide. A fresh, warm breeze came off the ocean, caressing my skin with a fine saltwater mist. The sun was just peeking on the horizon in beautiful pinks and blues as clouds wafted lazily just in front of the rising ball of fire. How had I gone twenty years without witnessing something so spectacular? For my first morning in Lake Worth, this wasn’t turning out to be as awful as I thought it would.
Stretching in my nest of quilts in the white sand, I gave a contented groan. Yeah. If my life was going to be cut short, I was going to live what time I did have to the fullest.
Bucket list check: Wake up on the beach to see the sunrise.
A little beach house currently sitting empty was only fifty yards or so away. I could have slept on one of the lounge chairs, but the sand had been so warm from the day’s heat, once it was dark out, I couldn’t resist. The warmth spread through my nest, and the sensations were just magical. Now. I just hoped I hadn’t picked up any sand crabs or other creepy crawlies. Surprisingly, I wasn’t too stiff. My thigh still ached, but nothing more than usual. The more I walked, the more it hurt. But I knew my walking days were numbered anyway, so I was determined to push myself until the leg just wouldn’t hold me anymore.
I sat with my arms crossed over my bent knees, a smile on my face and the wind in my hair. Time for another adventure today.
No sooner had the thought entered my head than I was tackled by the biggest, slobberiest, hairiest dog I’d ever seen. My squeal of surprise quickly turned to giggles as the dog licked my face like it had found a long-lost friend. It was long-haired but well groomed. A big red collar was buried in all that hair.
“Where’d you come from, huh? You lost?”
In answer, the pooch licked my face again. I struggled to sit up with the weight of the big brute pressing me down. Once I did, the lovable giant plopped down across my legs, effectively pinning me in place.
“You know this ain’t gonna work. Right?” I ruffed up his ears, and he closed his eyes in bliss. “I got shit to do today.” I thought for a minute. “Though I’ve never met a Saint Bernard before. Maybe that could be one of my bucket list completions.
“Bucket list check: Get licked nearly to death by a Saint Bernard puppy.” I laughed as the dog looked up at me as if I were his best friend. “I’d say that’s just as important an experience as anything else.” I continued to scrub his ears, and he continued to behave as if he were living his best life.
“Bruno!” A girl about six or seven. She had short, curly blonde hair and wore pink shorts and a white shirt with the word “Maddog” emblazoned in a bold, pink font across the front. “You’re not supposed to be on the beach! What are you doing?”
I waved a little sheepishly at the girl. “I’m sorry. I didn’t invite him over, but he seems to have made himself at home.”
“Yeah. He does that. Of all the dogs at home, he’s the neediest. If he doesn’t get petted, he runs off to find someone who can devote all their time to him.” The girl was tiny in comparison to the dog, but she walked up to him and snapped a leash onto his collar. The dog whined and laid his head down, obviously pouting. “Really? Your name’s Bruno and you’re acting like this? You’re almost as big a lame-o as Wrath started out being.”
“Holly!” The bellow came from off in the distance in the same direction the girl had come from. It was male and didn’t sound happy.
“Uh-oh,” she said, wincing a little. “I’m gonna get it now.”
I looked up to see a large man in running shorts, running shoes and nothing else jogging in our direction. He was huge! Muscles everywhere and a scowl on his face that almost looked like worry. But I couldn’t be sure.
“He’s not gonna hurt you, is he?”
“Him?” The girl, obviously Holly, hiked her thumb in his direction. “Nah. He’s harmless. My mommy, on the other hand… yeah. I see a scolding in my future.”
I took another look at the man as he got closer. Lord, the man was fine! Muscles. Tattoos. A short beard and shaggy hair… What’s not to love? Maybe I needed to add “Have sex with a hot runner” to my bucket list.
“He belong to you?” I asked the girl, indicating the big guy headed in our direction. “Are you Holly?”