Title: The Alpha Antihero Series
Series Name&Number: The Alpha Antihero Series Books 1-2
Author: Sybil Bartel
Model: Kaz van der Waard
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Status: Available in eBook and Paperback in Amazon
Series Name&Number: The Alpha Antihero Series Books 1-2
Author: Sybil Bartel
Model: Kaz van der Waard
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Status: Available in eBook and Paperback in Amazon
This Box Set includes the first two books in the Best Selling Alpha Antihero Series, HARD LIMIT and HARD JUSTICE!Start the page-turning, heart-stopping story of Tarquin 'Candle' Scott today!
HARD LIMIT
One breath.
That was all I needed.
Air in my lungs so I could exhale through the pain.
Stabbed and broken, my limbs useless, I tried and failed to lift my head. Mosquitoes swarmed, and the sun dropped. My face in the mud, I swore to myself I would not die out here.
Then I heard her voice--angel soft and breathless--and I wondered if I had been kidding myself. I did not have time to figure it out. A small hand landed on my back, and I fisted my bloody knife.
If I was going to die tonight, I was taking someone with me.
HARD JUSTICE
One second.
That was all I needed.
My gun in my hand, my finger on the trigger, I waited.
Yesterday I had been driven by revenge. Yesterday my life had been measured in a single act. Yesterday I did not have the taste of her on my lips. Today was different. I wanted more than justice. I wanted the life I had been robbed of.
Except twelve men with guns drawn were standing between me and her, and I should have been dead already. But they made a crucial mistake. They underestimated my resolve.
I pulled the trigger.
HARD LIMIT
One breath.
That was all I needed.
Air in my lungs so I could exhale through the pain.
Stabbed and broken, my limbs useless, I tried and failed to lift my head. Mosquitoes swarmed, and the sun dropped. My face in the mud, I swore to myself I would not die out here.
Then I heard her voice--angel soft and breathless--and I wondered if I had been kidding myself. I did not have time to figure it out. A small hand landed on my back, and I fisted my bloody knife.
If I was going to die tonight, I was taking someone with me.
HARD JUSTICE
One second.
That was all I needed.
My gun in my hand, my finger on the trigger, I waited.
Yesterday I had been driven by revenge. Yesterday my life had been measured in a single act. Yesterday I did not have the taste of her on my lips. Today was different. I wanted more than justice. I wanted the life I had been robbed of.
Except twelve men with guns drawn were standing between me and her, and I should have been dead already. But they made a crucial mistake. They underestimated my resolve.
I pulled the trigger.
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