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Killing Silk
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A woman bound to secrecy. A man bound to protect her.
Azalea’s canvas is the human body. Her brushes—the colorful silk scarves and ancient ways passed
down from a long line of Shibari masters. She has bound the rich and powerful, the beautiful and talented.
But she has yet to find the one person worthy to trust with her age-old secrets.
Now a serial killer is imitating her unique style, leaving a trail of death across Tokyo. She knows she
is in danger, but to reveal her alibi to the grave-eyed investigator would mean doing the unthinkable—
breaking her clients’ confidence.
In all his years on the force, Keveri Newman has never seen murder victims posed as lovers, limbs
bound in exceedingly rare silk. Down to the last knot, the evidence points to only one suspect: Azalea. A
woman who redefines elegance and mystery, who asks the impossible—for him to trust her.
Azalea is drawn to the plain-spoken, cynical detective with hands as wickedly skillful as her own. A
third murder inextricably ties them to a single purpose, because that night, she wasn’t alone. She was with
Kev. And the killer knows the only way to get to her is to separate her from the one man who can protect
her…
Warning: Here be futuristic car chases across Tokyo downtown, in the rain, with no lights and no
caffeine in the bloodstream. That’s love, baby.
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Killing Silk
Copyright © 2009 by Nathalie Gray
ISBN: 978-1-60504-727-0
Edited by Laurie Rauch
Cover by Kanaxa
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First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. e lectronic publication: August 2009
Killing Silk
Nathalie Gray
Chapter One
It was not until she tied the last knot, the very last twist of her delicate wrists, that he allowed the
climax to overtake him. Semen spilled onto the black marble floor between his naked feet. Sweat stung his
eyes, but he forced them to remain fixed on her and her alone.
Such beauty. In the way she straightened from her patron, now bound in the glistening cords she
commissioned from a particular silk grower and dyed ultramarine blue using only the purest lapis lazuli
imported from Italy. Or how shadows played on her pointy face and petite form. At her feet, her patron lay
prone, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Only her skilled hands could bring such pleasure from the bind, only her
legendary skill could bring a man to his knees at the mere thought of those silk cords rubbing against the
skin.
He had tasted her exceptional skill enough times to know. She always seemed to know what would
please him, the right amount of pressure, the exact number of times a knot could rub against his scrotum
before it hurt too much. She would stop then, leaving him on the brink but never over the edge, and adjust
the cord.
Eyes the colors of coals. Lips like cherries. He had tried to kiss her once. She had subtly angled her
face away. For her, the discreet movement equaled another’s slap in the face. He had not tried again.
Soon, he would. Not now. As he watched her work her magic on someone else, alone in his viewing
room, his fist slick with his come and his envious eyes filled with her nakedness, he committed each of her
unique knots to memory.
Soon, he would take from her more than a kiss.
The pressure wave from the shuttle buffeted him, sent him floundering back against the roof ledge. He
fell on his ass, cursing and biting his tongue and coming this close to sliding off the rooftop. Upside-down
behind him, a thousand feet of sky, busy with trains, shuttles and other crafts, waited to make mincemeat of
him. Kev had no choice now.
He pulled his gun from inside his long coat, aimed at the retreating shuttle’s aft thrusters and fired an
economical shot. Not bad for an upside-down shot.
The blue tracer following his bullet illuminated a path from the muzzle of his gun right into the
escaping shuttle’s thruster, which disintegrated into black bits. A raven that’d swallowed a grenade. The
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