A SECRET WORLD. A THREAT TO ALL MANKIND. A FIGHT FOR A LIFE WORTH KILLING FOR. The Immortals are a group of men and women chosen by their Gods to protect humanity from the evils of the world for all eternity. Ryan, Anna, and their companions have been living the immortal life with ease as they secretly protect the innocent and enjoy the fruits of life. UNTIL NOW. The Immortals are about to face the biggest threat to mankind and the Gods they willingly serve — villainous Immortals called the Risen. The consequences of failure are unimaginable. They must fight their way through traps, traitors, and a host of deadly enemies, before religion is destroyed and along with it, the very essence of humanity. WILL THEY SAVE THE LIFEBLOOD OF MORTALITY? OR WILL THEY BECOME NOTHING BUT A MEMORY OF THOSE FALLEN TO THE WICKEDNESS OF THE CORRUPT? 
She was now face to face with him—her eyes never once left his. Her gaze pulled him in and Ryan was doing everything in his power not to kiss her.
She leaned toward him slowly—her lip’s parted and suddenly Ryan was on the floor. She’d caught him by surprise and quickly swiped his legs out from under him with her own.
That escalated fast.
“Don’t ever talk to me like that.”
Ryan grinned and propped himself up on one elbow. “Going to have to try harder than that for me to fall for you.”
That seemed to make her angry.
She tried to kick him, but he caught her leg, twisted her around, and she fell to the ground. He sat precariously on her back as she pushed herself up. She bucked him off making him land on his side.
Julia put him in a chokehold and Ryan stood up with her on his back. With momentum, he bent forward and flipped her over. She landed on the mats with a soft thud.
“You want to play with the big boys?” Ryan grinned as he stood over her. To his surprise, she was calm. Her leg swung around and hit the back of his knees again collapsing his legs and forcing him onto his back.
One word came to mind about her—perfection. She quickly straddled him and pulled out her small knife, lightly pressing it to his throat.
“From what I hear you’re not a big boy.”
“Only one way to find out.” He winked.
“You couldn’t handle a woman like me. Keep messing with those girls of yours. Break some more hearts.”
“Let me break yours then,” he whispered. Her smile was amazing and breathtaking, but he truly didn’t want to hurt her. She had to dislike him in order for him to protect her from his idiocy.
He moved his hands up her thighs, and the knife came closer to his neck.
“Try it. I dare you.”
He put his hands on her waist and ran them up her sides as he pulled her lightly down towards him. For a brief second of joy, he thought she was giving in, and then he felt her fist connect with his jaw. She is definitely stronger than she looks.
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Want to try that again?”
“Depends, are you going to kiss it and make it better?”
“It truly is amazing how full of yourself you are, Ryan.” She shook her head, stood up and threw her knife across the room at a target. To his surprise, she held out her hand and helped him up. “You’re lucky you are my brother’s friend. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have a problem killing you.”
“You, ma’am, are very violent. Attacking men for no reason, how do you ever expect to find a decent husband with such an attitude?” he mused.
“Easy, find someone completely opposite of you.” He detected a smirk about to play across her lips, but she hid it well.
Ryan looked appalled and grasped his chest. “Are you saying you want an ugly, untalented, uneducated, skinny, weakling with no sense of humor? Now Julia, you don’t have to set your standards so low. I know I am intimidating and amazing, but I could learn to love you.”
Her arms crossed and she looked him up and down. “Idiot.”
“Easy with the foreplay.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You love it.”
My name is Nicole Corine Dyer. I was born in Kansas and have two beautiful boys in my life.
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