Heat of the Moment: Kinky Siren Shorts, #1

By Pippa Langhorn and Elizabeth Stevens

From Elizabeth Stevens, writing as Pippa Langhorn, comes...
A second chance at a Romantic Suspense story in the form of a short.

When my uncle wakes me in the dead of night, shoves a box and an address into my hands and tells me to run, the last thing I expect is to be running for my life with a piece of stolen tech. One upside is that my life's now in the capable hands of an unnecessarily sexy man with a penchant for telling me to shut up and denying he's a spy. But the steamy passion that happens in the throes of an adrenalin-fuelled fight for survival may have to stay there. I can't be sure I'll see Luka again if I manage to make it out alive, let alone whether what we have still sparks as hot in the mundanity of normal life.

This story was originally published in Guarded Hearts: A Protector Romance Anthology.
Tropes: Grumpy/Sunshine, Heroine in peril, Military romance, One bed
Content/Trigger Warnings: Violence/kidnapping, Guns/weapons, Car accident, Loss of grandparents

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kinky Siren
• Release date: Jul 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9781923017085

Book preview

Heat of the

MOMENT

ALSO BY PIPPA LANGHORN

Love to Hate You

AS E.J. KNOX

the Sinners of Saint Benedicts

Gods & Angels

Princes & Wolves

Men & Monsters

Rivermont Royals

Reign

Rival

Rivermont Royals Reveals

Obsess

Infatuate

Little Nymph

Little Nymph

Little Secret

Immortals of Lionswood Academy

Pawn takes Knight

Knight take Bishop

Princes of Rosewood Hall

Prince of Thorns

AS SCARLETT KNOX

the Vampires of Knightsbridge

Monster of Fate

Heat of the

MOMENT

ELIZABETH STEVENS WRITING AS

PIPPA LANGHORN

Kinky Siren

Heat of the Moment

by Pippa Langhorn

Print ISBN: 978-1923017092

Digital ISBN: 978-1923017085

Cover art by: Izzie Duffield

Copyright 2022 Elizabeth Stevens

Worldwide Electronic & Digital Rights

Worldwide English Language Print Rights

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any form, including digital and electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the Publisher, except for brief quotes for use in reviews. This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

For Nel,

Thanks for letting me distract you from your

grapes for an hour.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Love to Hate You

Little Nymph

Heat of the Moment

Thanks

My Books

About the Author

Chapter One

Something woke me, but it took me a few moments to work out what it was. When I heard the indrawn hiss of pain and my uncle’s hushed Russian curse, I sat up slowly.

Uncle–?

Get up! Get up! he said, panic evident in his voice.

I noticed all the lights in the house were out. All the power too, by the look of it, since my clock was dark. All I could make out were shadows from the moon coming in the window.

What time is it? I asked.

Get up, Gia! You must go, he said, then something in rapid Russian I couldn’t follow. Thirty years in the country, and Russian was still his go-to.

There was a crash downstairs which made me jump.

What’s going on?

My uncle pressed a scrap of paper into my hand, looking about in fear. You must go to this address. Tell him I sent you.

Why? Tell who?

Another string of rapid Russian.

Uncle, I don’t understand, I said, trying to get him to look at me.

He turned to me, his eyes wide with fear. Go, Gia. They must not find you. Go to the address and give him this, he said, pressing a box into my other hand and proceeding to pull me out of bed. You must go. Go, now!

I stumbled as my feet hit the floor. I started making my way to the door, but my uncle hissed, and I turned to find him opening my window.

Go, Gia. Be safe, my girl. He gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek and pushed me towards the open window.

I was awake enough by now that I could tell something was seriously wrong. What it was and why it had to be in the middle of the night, I didn’t know. I slid the box and the paper into my tank top, grabbed my phone, and clambered out the window.

There was another crash from inside and my uncle hurriedly shut the window and disappeared. I made my way along the hedge and edged out into the street. Under the relative protection of the streetlamp, I pulled out the scrap of paper and read the address. It was one I sort of knew. The street was familiar anyway, only a couple of blocks from our house.

Tucking the paper back into my top, I set off in the direction of the street, my heart racing a million miles an hour. Any moment now, someone could jump out of any of the familiar bushes in my neighborhood.

Don’t think of that, just keep moving, I told myself.

I wrapped my arms around myself and realized I was shivering as much from the cold as from fear and adrenalin.

I crossed the streets, checking my surroundings constantly, but having no idea what I was looking for, until I finally made my way to the house my uncle had pointed me to. It didn’t look like anything special; much like my own with a manicured front garden and a double garage. I walked up to the