検索キーワード： 著者 "Heather Long" すべてのカテゴリー

Mein Name ist Emersyn Sharpe. Bis vor einigen Monaten war ich die Hauptdarstellerin einer Wandershow, die ihren Vertrag noch zu Ende erfüllen musste. Ich war geschlagen worden, aber nie gebrochen. Dann nahmen sie mich mit. Ich gehöre nicht in ihre Welt. Trotzdem nahmen sie mich mit, aber ich wusste nicht, warum. Sie versprachen, mich zu beschützen und für meine Sicherheit zu sorgen, aber sie hätten wissen müssen, dass ich weglaufen würde.

Madness runs in my blood or so my family history would suggest. For more than thirteen years, I've been driven by one quest. One desire. One goal. It's about more than just DNA and legacy, it's about a promise. One I swore I would never give up. I never could have planned for her. For Lainey B. For how the girl who kept my secret became a woman who is truly my partner. I've been running alone for so long, I didn't think I could be with someone.

I’ve worn a lot of labels over the years. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to escape. I hid in my dance. I ran away from my life as much as I could. I fought to be somewhere else, even if I couldn’t be someone else. One night, after my partner lashed out at me and I’d been hurt, the Vandals took me and never looked back. They introduced me to a world I had no idea existed and a family so much greater than the one I’d been trying to survive.

Do you ever lie to yourself? I do. Making friends has been the cruelest choice I ever inflicted upon myself. I like to say I don’t regret it, and for the most part that’s true. I resent it. I despise him because he left me behind, following another battle in this war we’ve been waging. I thought we were partners, best friends, allies, and that he would always have my back as I’ve fought to have his. I hate her because she’s perfection and everything he’s ever wanted, untouchable, brilliant, and capable. Yet, I want her too. Need her. Still, she gave herself to someone else.

Grandfather tried to prepare me for everything… Yet, how could anyone prepare me for this? Kidnapping. Blackmail. Deception. Grief. Vengeance. The Royals have always been about blood. Blood lines, blood relations, and the spilling of blood. I didn’t ask for this war. I didn’t go looking for it. But I will let nothing and no one keep me from the men I love and we will find what was taken from us. No one will ever steal from us again. They say desperation makes for strange bedfellows, fortunately, the men in my bed are far more dangerous to everyone else.

Emersyn Sharpe gehört nicht in unsere Welt. Eigentlich ist der letzte Ort, an dem sie sein sollte, bei uns. Aber jemand tut ihr weh. Wir haben es alle gesehen. Wir haben versucht, die Warnzeichen zu ignorieren. Wir haben versucht, den Menschen um sie herum zu vertrauen. Wir haben versucht, an ihre Welt zu glauben.

Die Pop-Prinzessin mit den leuchtend blauen Haaren, den vollen Lippen, den eindringlichen Augen und der Stimme einer Sirene … Musik scheint die einzige Sprache zu sein, die wir beide sprechen. Das ist nicht genug. Nicht für sie. Nicht für die anderen. Für niemanden. Ich bin nicht genug. Meine Brüder wollen sie, die Welt besitzt sie, und alle anderen wetteifern um ein Stück von ihr. Am Ende des Schuljahres ging sie weg und schenkte uns keinen weiteren Blick. Sie hat uns weggeworfen, wie sie ihren Vater weggeworfen hat.

Ich wurde in die besten Kreise Hollywoods hineingeboren und war schon in den Schlagzeilen und im Internet, bevor ich überhaupt laufen konnte. Es spielt keine Rolle, dass sich meine Eltern vor meinem zweiten Geburtstag scheiden ließen. Ich kann den Schatten–oder den Skandalen–meiner Filmstar-Mutter und meines Rockstar-Vaters nicht entkommen.

Five years ago, I disappeared from the life I had and built this one. I spend my days and most of my nights on the line, helping my clients achieve their goals. They call me when they are in a jam or are getting ready to move on a target. I'm their information specialist. The woman in the chair. I'm their switchboard. Intelligence, electronic eyes, computer hacking—I do it all. My singular goal is to bring my clients home safely. Some clients are more special than others. We all play favorites. I know them, they've never seen me.

They say you can never go back… ‘Course, I never wanted to return. It took me years to age out. Once I made it, I took off and never turned around. Trust me, there were only three reasons I managed to survive there as long as I did and they abandoned me as soon as they were able. I’d like to say I didn’t blame them, but that would be a lie. I had zero desire to return. Yet here I was, on the road to Northland chasing a story cause my editor told me kids were disappearing… again.

My only connections were forged through the veil of a computer screen. I was their voice in the dark, their operator. I was their lifeline—until the day my past tore into my present, and they had to become mine. Captured, subjected to torture and relentless interrogation, I survived long enough for them to find me. I harbor no delusions; fleeing and disappearing again is not an option. The only way to win is to fight. But to fight, you also have to be willing to risk everything. I was okay with that when the only one at risk was me.