Today we welcome Rachel Dunning, who has brought with her Logan, the sexy hero from Debt.
“Debt Collector, welcome to Twimom. Before—”
“But everyone knows you as the Debt—”
“Logan. In the cage, it’s Debt Collector. Out here, it’s Logan.”
“I see. Tell us about the cage. What brought you into underground fighting?”
“Debt— I mean, Logan, you seem bashful.”
Doesn’t answer. Looks around.
“Are you looking for Kyla?”
“You love her, don’t you?”
Eyes flick away… Swallows. “What’s it to you?”
Interviewer shifts in her seat. “OK, different topic. Are there any things about yourself you’d like to discuss?”
“Logan, you understand we’re doing an interview for Twimom here, don’t you? Their readers need answers.”
“At what cost?”
“Everything comes at a cost. Life, living, breathing—you pay for all of it. So, at what cost?”
Interviewer shifts again.
“Now it is you who is uncomfortable.” Logan grins.
Interviewer blushes, feels the heat climb up her cheeks. Logan’s body, his piercing eyes, everything, are now distracting her—
He smiles knowingly. “Next question?”
Interviewer clears her throat, feels the sweat pour down her brow, fans her blouse. “Logan, I…I…”
Interviewer is now embarrassed, totally mortified. (And Interviewer is starting to wonder what the Debt Collector looks like without his shirt on…) “Your ink,” she says quickly. “Tell us about your ink. What does it mean?”
Logan, still smiling, leans back, looks down at Interviewer with a satisfied smirk on. “The lion,” he says. “He is a ferocious animal. He is kicked out of his home as a boy and made to fend for himself. He learns to hunt for himself, to survive for himself. He does everything alone. If he makes it, he is rewarded with a family, with territory, and he protects that territory with his own body.”
“So you are the lion.”
“I never said that.”
“But you are.”
“I never said it.” Logan goes silent.
Interviewer realizes this subject is closed. “And the wolf?” she asks.
“He’s stoic. Persecuted. Hated. But loyal. And loyal only to one, loyal forever.”
“Like you and Kyla.”
Logan’s eyes narrow. The mirth is gone from his face.
“Did I say something wrong?”
He leans forward, looks at Interviewer threateningly.
Interviewer feels a sudden sweat trickle down her back.
“Yes,” he finally says, “like me an Kyla.”
But Interviewer doesn’t get a chance to finish.
A door creaks open behind her.
Logan’s face changes, all the hardness from it is gone. His eyes go bright, and he looks up, sees her, sees her. The one. The only one. His lioness. His Queen. “Kyla,” he says.
And he stands.
He wraps Kyla in an embrace and a deadly kiss which has the girl lifting her foot off the ground.
Interviewer is starting to get ideas, embarrassing ideas.
“Interview’s over,” Logan says, not even looking at Interviewer, putting his arm around Kyla, the girl who took his heart. Or so Interviewer thinks… Logan didn’t really say much, now did he?
Interviewer feels stifled, unable to breathe, her chest heaving for air…
Her mind drifts.
To the man in the cage.
To The Debt Collector.
She decides she will read his story, the story of him and Kyla.
Because she wants to know who finally tamed the animal, and who brought him out of his cage.
Copyright 2016. Rachel Dunning.
I pay my debts, and I expect others to.
I was raised in the slums of London, I knew nothing of privilege. My father was murdered when I was seventeen. Morty figured my father’s passing meant I would automatically take on dad’s debts. I refused.
And I paid for that refusal.
So did my sister.
So now I fight. All I know how to do is fight. The best cash is in the states, so that’s where I am now. A big fish called Vito came along offering me a “favor” when I arrived.
I paid for that one too.
I knew Kyla Hensley would be trouble when I met her. But I wanted her. I could see through the falsehood of her wannabe-slutty clothes and her sexy legs. So I chased her.
Besides, trouble is my middle name.
I was brought up in privilege, but I lacked everything else. My father is a business tycoon who buys and sells and doesn’t care who gets rolled over in the process.
I never knew my mother, and all I have of her is a photo with a note scrawled on the back in French saying “I’m sorry.” The only Female Figure I had growing up is my dad’s wife who is a bleach blond with seven boob jobs. We never bonded.
I drink. I party. I meet guys.
But I wasn’t always like that.
I’ve had a string of lovers in the last few years, the worst and most recent of which was Vince Somerset. My best friend Vera was dating a guy called Rory Cansoom who is the opposite of Vince in so many ways, and yet so the same.
She and I hit the road for the summer, getting away from the two college psychos and just trying to have some fun.
But there’s a funny thing about trouble, the more you run from it, the more it finds you.
Which is when I met the Debt Collector.
It was only supposed to be sex. He made that clear. I made that clear.
That’s all it was supposed to be.
I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to fall so deeply, madly, uncomfortably in love with a man who is wrong, so wrong for me.
And yet…so unbelievably right.
A prolific writer, she sticks to stories where Alpha Males aren’t pricks and where women have guts.
She’s lived on two different continents, speaks three different languages, and met the love of her life on the internet. In other words, romance is in her blood.
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