#ruthless game

[lucy-the-wyrm]

I wasn't going to condemn you to hell and not go with you.

Ruthless Game - Christine Feehan

[spectralhunter]

There  are  a  ton  of  ways  in  which  the  paranormal  can  be  proven;  sound,  movement,  temperature  readings  but  nothing  can  trump  a  good  old  visual  stunt.  Let’s  be  honest,  people  are  more  keen  to  believe  something  is  awry  if  they  saw  an  oddity,  or  an  occurrence  which  defies  the  natural  scope  of  normality.

That  is  why,  of  course,  Takumi  wants  to  get  an  expensive  set  of  Tripods  with  Laser  Grids  mounted  on  them.  These  clever  gadgets  project  an  ocean  of  dots  within  a  room,  so,  anything  paranormal  which  passes  by  the  field  essentially  forms  a  shape  which  can  be  recorded.  The  more  expensive  version  even  tracks  general  movement,  allowing  the  mounted  headpiece  to  readjust  itself!

Sophisticated  pieces  of  equipment  are  unfortunately  expensive,  so  he  eagerly  has  a  jar  which  he  deposits  savings  in  order  to  try  and  afford  it.

[kcchameleon17]

[loveinquotesposts]

https://loveinquotes.com/beside-the-kit-shed-put-together-were-several-books-and-because-he-was-reluctant-to-open-the-sealed-plastic-container-and-look-at-the-contents-he-browsed-through-the-books-the-titles-told/

Beside the kit she’d put together were several books, and because he was reluctant to open the sealed plastic container and look at the contents, he browsed through the books. The titles told him a lot about Rose. She planned well for things.One book was on natural childbirth, another focused on nutrition for the pregnant woman. Both books had been read many times. The pages were worn and dog-eared. Another book on parenting caught his attention. He flipped through it and found many passages underlined. There were notes in the margin Rose had made to herself, multiple reminders to find other titles on various subjects. Like Kane, Rose could kill a man with her bare hands without blinking, but diapering a baby was out of their realm of expertise.He closed the book slowly, the revelation hitting him hard. She had to be every bit as scared as he was over the birth of their child. She had no more experience than he did. Just because she was a woman didn’t mean that she understood any of this. She’d never had parents to give her a blueprint. Neither of them had the least idea of what they were doing, but at least Rose was trying. She was determined that their child would have the chance in life she never had—to grow up in a loving home. ― Christine Feehan, Ruthless Game

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[divebarontheeastside]

I can finally see you're as messed up as me That's why you get it Relationship status: saltmates We have no faith in the same system Sarcasm and cynicism Falling apart Falling together Falling for each other Falling We're afraid of heights But they say the view's pretty good I wouldn't know I was looking at you

inspo for a book I’m not writing (KR)

[alittlextrathatway]

Who’s up for Claire getting herself and Eliot in a little bit of trouble in MBH?

Because I just had an idea that’s totally gonna be written into the chapter I’m working on. yes, it is.

[alittlextrathatway]

Mosaic Broken Hearts, part 2 of Ruthless Game, Chapter 1 sneak peek...

A/N: So Ruthless Game has become a series and the second part is called Mosaic Broken Hearts. Hope you guys like it as much as part 1! Enjoy!

Ao3 | FF.net

He was back and she was still here. For a little while anyway. He smiled warmly at her as he watched her sleep. In all his years and all his experiences, he’d never met anyone like her before or since. From the beginning she’d been both frustrating and fascinating for him.

Both times Claire came storming into his life he’d been completely blindsided. Not once did he ever see her coming. Definitely not the first time, when he’d overheard her so eloquently telling Chapman to “Fuck off” and then watched her dare him to lay a hand on her. She was all fire and impulse with an inevitable explosion following in her wake. Inevitable. That was a good word for her. He should have known it was inevitable she’d find her way back to him too. But he didn’t. His heart had stopped when Moreau called out her name. He’d told himself she’d gotten away from Moreau and maybe he really believed that or maybe it was a lie he’d convinced himself of so he didn’t have to think about her still there. She was still beautiful, but her fire had dimmed a little and her gaze was more careful and guarded than he’d ever seen it. Had Moreau done that to her? Had the monster tried to smother the flame completely? If he’d had a few more years the bastard may have succeeded.

But he didn’t and she was out now. Safe. For the time being anyway.

She had plans. Eliot knew she did. She wanted freedom and enough room to stretch her legs. He understood that. She’d been caged for far too long, but selfishly he wanted to keep her with him as long as he could. He’d bartered for two weeks and, thankfully, he’d gotten it. She didn’t realize this right now, but the first week with Moreau finally gone would be her hardest. It would hit her sooner or later and then she’d crash. He knew she would. It had happened to him.

He was determined to be there when she hit that wall.

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[alittlextrathatway]

Ruthless Game, Chapter Eight: A Fresh Start

Ao3 | Fanfiction.Net

“This is a terrible idea,” Shelley said the next day when he came over to find Tara and Claire planning a long con. “I mean truly horrible.”

Claire rolled her eyes at him. “It’s a simple long con. We’re thinking of using a turnabout. It’s the simplest thing to pull off with our desired effect.”

Tara nodded. “It should be easy. We’ve already got her way in.”

“Wait,” Shelley said with a sigh as he rubbed a hand across his brow. He looked at Claire expectantly. “You’re planning on going in alone?”

“He knows Tara,” she said with a shrug. “She can’t go in with me. Besides, I’ve done solo cons before. I can do them again. Piece of cake.”

Shelley gave Tara a concerned glance before he turned back to Claire. “Hubris or moxy?” he asked.

Claire gave him a confused look. “What?”

“Your attitude, is it hubris or moxy?” Shelley repeated.

Claire grinned at him. “Moxy. All moxy.”

“Good,” he said seriously. “Hubris will get you killed.” He shook his head and stood up and paced in front of them. “Eliot’s gonna kill me if something happens to you and he finds out I knew about this.”

“Relax,” Tara said dismissively. “That won’t happen for at least two and a half weeks.”

“That, surprisingly, does not make me feel any better,” Shelley told her.

“If you’re so worried about it, you should come with me,” Claire said as she gave him a measuring glance. “You can be my muscle. I might need it, honestly.” He gave her a doubtful look but she continued. “This way you can make sure I come back in one piece so Eliot doesn’t murder you.”

Shelley chewed on the inside of his cheek thoughtfully and then nodded. “That is a very distinct advantage.”

“Plus,” Tara said with a smirk. “A second might actually help with this. Isla could use a bodyguard.”

“Isla?” Shelley asked with a furrowed brow. “Who the hell is Isla?”

“My character,” Claire told him before she addressed Tara’s thought. “That would certainly add an interesting layer. I like it.”

“It sounds like I’m in this whether I like it or not,” Shelley said with a huff. “This is a terrible idea. Terrible.”

Claire chuckled dryly. “Welcome to the life of a grifter, my friend.”

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