This an excerpt from Immortal III, which will be released this year.

“Let’s go outside,” *** whispered. Annabelle let him lead her down the street into an alleyway, and they leaned against the wall. She threw her arms about his neck, and their tongues danced. He pushed her blouse over her dark, full breasts, and suckled her… she pulled her skirt up, pushing her panties aside, so that he could enter her.

Annabelle lifted one leg to curl around ***. She was giving of herself with no quarter -- tossing care to the wind. What spell had this human cast over her with his soft eyes and whispers?

Moaning, Annabelle let him carry her onward into a river of desire… she melted in climax, clutching him… as he shuddered in his own release, her fingers intertwined in his thick hair, his face resting in the hollow of her neck and shoulder.

From the corner of her eye she saw them.

Three men stood in the mouth of the alleyway. The leader standing at the forefront was Indigo. Behind him stood a Fuchsia thug, and the man to his left was Amber. They were dressed in black too. But the tattoos on their exposed chests and bellies marked them as Scorpion gang members.

Now she remembered plucking from *** mind that Topaz gangs roamed the streets after dark preying on those unfortunate -- or foolish -- enough to be out.

*** saw them and jerked away from her, hastily zipping up his pants.

The Indigo man smiled unpleasantly: “My turn next, right brother?”

She pulled her skirt down, her eyes darting from one to the other. Confident that they outnumbered their prey, they hadn’t bothered to draw their weapons. But she spied the knives and tasers holstered in their waistbands.

Annabelle waited for the inevitable.

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