Title: Femme FataleAuthor: Kirsty-Anne Still
Release Date: Nov 7, 2014
They call me the Femme Fatale.
But only because they don’t know me.
My job - seduce men to the climatic point of falling in love with me and then deliver their death sentence.
I work for my father’s business. I’m his secret weapon. I’m the one that gets away with murder.
For years, I’ve given in to my father’s demands, lived the life of a mob princess, fell into this merciless realm where he presents me with a man and one goal – to kill.
When it’s to keep the Abbiati name from ruins, I’ll run with the wolves and protect it fiercely.
However, when he brings a new name to the table, I know my newest mission could well be the one that breaks me - Don’t feel, don’t deviate, kill Zane Maverick.
It should be simple, but how am I supposed to choose between the man who raised me to be this heartlessly strong female and the man I could only ever love to death?
***Warning: scenes of sex and graphic murder***
"Well, well, well, Amelia Abbiati as I live and breathe," he introduces himself and I just look at him. His voice, that husky, sexy toned voice of his, silences all my woes and I hate the potent power he has over every tiny vessel of me. Admittedly, my breathing falters just at the mere sight of him and I see this pleases him. "Still a breathtaking sight."
"Thanks," I comment back, giving him a small smile. "I noticed you're still a hit with all the ladies. Some things just never change, huh?"
He chuckles, putting his hands out to shrug. "You can't take the devil out of some people."
“Don’t I know it,” I mutter my remark and am more than thankful when my drink arrives. I swipe the glass up and take a leisurely sip and allow the burn of the Scotch to scorch to life within my mouth. As I swallow it and feel the burn travel deep into my chest, heating me pleasantly I notice, from the corner of my eye, Zane occupy the seat beside me. I place the glass down onto the bar top, placing my hands on either side of my glass and give him a pointed look. “Oh, you’re staying?”
He cocks a brow. “Is that an issue?”
“Actually, yes,” I retort and swing my seat to face him. “Why on earth would you want to sit with me when you blindsided me and then left me?” I ask and move myself a little forward, deliberately trying to make him uncomfortable with my sensuality. “Because, right about now, I can think of better fucking things to be doing than sitting with you.”
“Yet, here you are, in a bar you know I love,” Zane observes, his tone becoming cocky. “Here was me thinking you were back for round two.” He reaches out as his finishes his sentence, readying to touch me and as he pushes a few strands of my hair back he offers a small smile and speaks again, “Because round one was pretty fucking amazing, Amelia.”
I used to be just another Fanfiction writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work. And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to publish something!
But I’m glad I did!! I never imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never imagined I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the inspiration when it hits?
I love writing, it’s a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the control to make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive one. It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud of.
As much as I complain, I love the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I least expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate times and drive me totally crazy!!
For now I split my life between writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with children.