Austere: Concierge, Inc. 2

Mercy

Forbidding. Severe. Prickly. “Terrifying beyond all belief.” I do my job for Concierge, Inc. ruthlessly. Bloodless, non-violent interrogation is my niche. Lately, instead of car thieves and snitches, I’ve had predators in my chair. Well, except for one.

The people on the streets need me to be smart, to hunt the human monsters that harvest them. To crack open minds and pull out secrets. To be merciless.

To do this job, I need to keep my walls up, but he knocks them down. I need to keep my heart cold, but he sears me with warmth. He is brash, uncooperative, and the first person to mock me from my chair. He sees what no one else has. They think I feel nothing; I feel everything.

Isaac

I’ve been living on the edge too long to get caught stealing a car. When the petty owner brings me to the Auditor’s “studio” I sure as hell don’t expect the cool beauty who captivates me with her stare. Her crew thinks she has ice in her veins, but I see what she conceals.

She claims to feel nothing, but she will feel everything.

This book contains violence, explicit quality time, and a slow to warm heroine. Themes of unapologetic criminality.

No Mary Sues were harmed in the writing of this story.