Dark Harbinger: Dirty Little Secrets (Book One)

By J. Hickey

Twenty year old Quinn is an assassin who works for FACELESS, a group of mysterious individuals who pay handsomely for the deaths of their enemies.
Quinn isn't your typical assassin, she hides a deadly secret, a secret that FACELESS has weaponized. Quinn shares her soul with an evil entity, a succubus. It’s her job to seduce the men FACELESS wants eliminated, allowing the curse of the succubus to devour the man’s soul through intercourse.
Quinn's first assignment is Malachi Wilhelm, a charming and mysterious man who has an uncanny way with words. Can she fight off her feelings for her first target, or will she abandoned the FACELESS and become their next target!

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Hickey
• Release date: Jun 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311043481

J. Hickey

J.L. was born in Saginaw, Michigan where he has a Bachelor's Degree in Creative Writing through Saginaw Valley State University. He has written and is currently self publishing the popular Secret Seekers Series (a Worlds Best Story Top 10 Finalist, 2014), as well as a YA Fantasy AdventureThe Deity Chronicles: Origins. J.L. also writes adult fiction under his new press, Hickey Erotic Publishing (18+) and has released the first book in his Paranormal Erotica series The Dark Harbinger. Books available for purchase under J.L. Hickey: Secret Seekers Society Beast of Bladenboro Secret Seekers Society Solomon's Seal Secret Seekers Society Wrath of the Wendigo Deity Chronicles: Origins Wergild: A novella Books Available under Hickey Erotic Publishing -Dark Harbinger: Dirty Little Secrets! Sign up for the Secret Seekers newsletter and receive book one for free here: www.authorjlhickey.com Sign up for the Hickey Erotic Publishing newsletter and receive the first half of Dark Harbinger for free and a 50% off coupon code for the book here: www.hickeyeroticpublishing.com!

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The Dark Harbinger Series:

Dirty Little Secrets

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Copyright© 2015 by J. Hickey

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Dedicated to my loving wife.

-J.Hickey

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 1

I sat across the bar from him, watching his every move, studying him, taking him in slowly. I took note on which girls he flirted with, the type of beer he drank, how often he checked his phone, the way the right side of his mouth pursed a bit higher when he smiled. My target was definitely handsome, beyond handsome really, one of those guys who looked like they were cut right out of a Calvin Kline underwear ad. Someone I would never dream of ever being with. He could take home any girl he wanted, they were practically lining up for their chance.

God, he was attractive.

It was hard to keep focus, to stray my gaze away from him. He was tall, easily six foot, strong broad shoulders with just the right amount of stubble on his face, deep dark-brown hair styled messy, a five o’clock shadow, that gets me every time with just a hint of ruggedness. Don’t even get me started on his eyes… fiercely blue, they stood out from the crowd like two beacons beckoning me over. A blonde girl approached him. She's beautiful showcasing her feminine figure with a low-cut dress, her back arched purposely exposing her breasts in a not so subtle attempt at flirtation. He smirked at the advance. That cute boyish grin made my heart flutter even when it wasn’t directed at me. They exchanged brief pleasantries for a few moments until she walked away defeated.

What was I doing here? I am completely in over my head… if he passed up a woman like that, what would he want with me?

I took a deep breath. I had to conquer my own awkwardness. Get it together Quinn, this is what I trained for… seduction, embracing my sexuality, conquering the hunger inside me…

I had to keep it cool, at some point I had to make my move, when that happened, I had to be calm and collective, sexy and mysterious, alluring; he had to want me just as badly as I wanted him. If only he wasn’t so damn attractive, seducing a decently handsome man would be a cake walk, this man was different, he had an aura about him, the way he carried himself, he was the epitome of physical sexual desire.

I had to remember my training, no strings attached, no emotional connection; this was to be pure sex, nothing more nothing less. The physical attraction was obviously not an issue, but I have to be cautious, no emotional connection. He is on the list for a reason. He has dark secrets… he is not a good man… damn, every second I watch him there is this incredible urge deep inside me… I have never wanted anyone so bad in my life…

My cellphone vibrated on the table, breaking me free from my own destructive thoughts. It was my agent from my employer -a secretive group known as FACELESS- checking in...

Is he there yet?

Yes, he is here. I texted back.

Has he spotted you?

Of course not, you think I’m some sort of amateur?

That’s exactly what you are. Just remember your training, do the deed, do not fall for any of his tricks.

He’s hot, like damn, I want him hot… am I supposed to be this nervous? How do I even know if he will take me home and not one of these other women?

First, he is not hot. He is your target, nothing more, nothing less. Second, do the deed and fulfill your contract. Once it’s done, we both benefit. I can talk to my connection, perhaps a full-length contract may be in the works. That’s health benefits, a pension, paid time off. We’re talking a career.

Sounds like you’re talking me into a career of prostitution. This still feels weird to me…

You are who you are. You can’t change what’s inside you, and you can only hope to contain it before it consumes you. Call it what you want, it doesn’t matter, at the end of the day. You need this. Look at it as community service.

Community service? You’re kidding right?

The world will be a better place without him in it.

Tell me why, because from here, he looks like your normal wealthy handsome guy.

That’s above your pay grade, and mine. You have the Intel you’re cleared to see. They are not paying you to be the judge, jury, and executioner; you only get one of those roles. You know what you need to do, stop over thinking and go seduce him…just be careful, follow the game plan, no emotional connections.

Okay, I get it. Kinda hard for me to get anywhere with him with you killing my buzz. I’m signing off.

Quinn, remember, he is tricky don’t fall for anything.

Yeah, Yeah. I get it.

I powered off my phone. It was time to focus before some slutty bar chick interfered, and I missed my chance. I finished my drink and waved the bartender over for another. I needed to be careful, take my time, run through my notes once again, and prepare for anything.

Let’s start from the beginning…

Malachi Wilhelm, twenty-eight years old, son of Ford Wilhelm, born into wealth. What I do know: his father, Ford, has ties to the mob. From what I was able to gather, his father’s linked to all sorts of nasty shit, prostitution rings, human trafficking, drug smuggling, amongst a slew of other terrible things. Yet, I found nothing on my target, Malachi. His reputation seems spotless, no records in the system, almost too clean. Maybe his dad kept his dirty laundry far away from his family, kept them straight and narrow? Or, he paid off the right people.

Malachi is definitely popular with the ladies, and why not. His rugged good lucks were strengthened by all the money he’s been tossing around since he arrived. The women swarm around him, flirting, hands gently brushing across his inner thigh, whispers into his ear. He didn’t seem to take too fondly to any of them; he was playing the game, waiting for the one, the lucky lady who got to go home with him for the night. He must be picky… so what was it that he was looking for?

Eyes on the prize, Quinn. Eyes on the prize.

I came prepared; I knew the ultimate goal was for me to be that lucky girl. I planned my outfit accordingly, a skimpy little number, short black dress that enhanced my natural ample breasts. I was dressed to kill, literally, add a pair of stiletto’s and just the right amount of accessories, a tantalizing necklace to draw his eyes to the goods -men are so predictable- and I was ready to strike. A few hours from now we’d be back at his place, or some motel room, the setting really didn’t matter, as long as we were fucking, then the game was won.

Now, to calm myself, take a deep breath, in and out…

Despite the rapid heart rate and the ever persistent lump in my throat, it was time to move.

Damn…why was I so nervous…my hands were trembling at the thought of talking to this man!

Malachi made his way to the bar for another round. I approached, taking a seat one stool over. I could smell him from here. His scent was intoxicating, woodsy yet with a note of citrus, and god it was almost maddening. I purposely avoided his gaze, but I could feel his eyes on me, looking me up and down. I work hard to keep in shape, and it pays off when it comes to doing the things I am paid to do. You’d be surprised how toned and fit you become training in the art of self-defense. I can thank flat abs and my awesomely toned butt on daily visits to the sparring gym with my best friends, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, dirty boxing, and Sambo. Let’s just say I knew how to defend myself, been doing it since I was twelve, per my mother’s persistence. All the other girls were doing ballet or cheerleading. I was learning how to snap a man’s arm with a Kimura arm bar.

Never seen you around these parts? Malachi broke the silence with a boyish grin. He moved to the seat next to me, eliminating the gap between us.

He likes what he sees; time to turn it up a notch.

I’m new to the area, I reply, adjusting my body towards his.

I’m Malachi, he reached out his masculine, well-manicured hands. Even his long slender fingers were perfect.

Quinn, he took my hand into his and kissed it gently. His lips were warm to the touch, soft. A gentleman? Haven’t come across one of those in years, I offered a sly smile.

Don’t let me mislead you Quinn, a gentleman I am not. However, It is my pleasure to meet you, Malachi waved the bartender over. I’ll take another lager, and please, drink of choice for the lady.

Gin and tonic, please, I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. He threw me off guard with that response. Not gentleman? Was he being coy with me?

You know, people tell me I am a pretty good judge of character, Malachi took a sip of his beer, his eyes locked onto mine.

Is that so? I stirred my drink trying to figure him out, but mostly getting lost in his deep-blue eyes.

This was harder than it looked. Boys were never my thing. I'm naturally awkward, as much as the agency was happy with my background in physical training, and they forced me to take classes in the art of sexual persuasion. They wanted me out of my shell, to be able to use my body as a weapon. I’ve been faking everything I have done since the moment I walked into this stupid bar. Maybe he was on to me already?

"I see a lot of girls that come into bars just like this. They look for guys like me, guys with money, young marks who they think are easy scams. Smart girls, a quick slip of their wallets after a night of wild and exhausting sex depending on their mark, they could be good for a month or two. Cruel creatures swim in these waters, my