Jaz's Warriors (Bondmates Book 2) Read Free

people to wait this out until things calm down and people stop runnin’ around like chickens with their heads cut off.”
    “Do you think they’ll be able to? I mean, what if this is happening all over the world? There’s no way there are enough police to keep everyone safe.”
    His dark eyes softened and he said with utter conviction, “I know they will be, because good people are gonna step up and do the right thing. This ain’t judgement day and the good Lord isn’t done with us yet. We still got a lot of work to do before we earn our reward. Have faith, honey, ’cause God’s got faith in you.”
    “Gotta say,” Raul’s voice came from inside the apartment after her father left, “your dad ain’t like any preacher I’ve ever met.”
    Pride somehow helped ease her fear and she nodded before wiping away her no-doubt smeared mascara from beneath her eyes. “He’s one of a kind. Come on, you heard the man, we’ve got work to do.”
     
    Twenty-five hours later, Jaz crawled into her bed after a quick bath to wash the dried sweat from her tired body. The building she lived in was filled with people who had sought shelter from the random violence of the streets, and one of her brothers was here with his family as well.
    Once the sun had gone down, and the rolling blackouts had begun, chaos had erupted in the city and Jaz had been seriously scared for a little while. Gangs of armed men had roamed the streets, setting cars on fire, breaking windows, and looting everything. They started to come near the church, but a few well-placed shots from her brother’s on the church’s roof sent the mob off in search of easier prey.
    Candles burned in her windows, visible signs that her home was open to being used as a shelter. The National Guard had set up a command post around her father’s church and she was worn out from caring for the endless stream of terrified people who were drawn to the promise of safety the men and women in uniform provided.
    Outside her hallway, voices still murmured but she ignored them, content in the knowledge that her family would watch over things while she finally crashed.
    The faint scent of her lavender body lotion puffed up from her sheets as she pulled them around her, falling almost instantly to sleep.
     
    Standing before Jaz in the oddly ethereal desert landscape of her dream were three of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen, each striking in his own way. All three were built like professional athletes, thick and toned with cut muscles; utterly delicious in their loose black pants and lack of shirts. The first man had creamy golden skin, with slanted eyes and long dark hair that gave him a slightly Asian look. The second also had long black hair, but his skin was pale and his eyes a lovely light blue. The third had blond hair liberally streaked with mahogany brown that fell to just below his shoulders, along with a square jaw. With their gazes focused on her, they began to creep forward, stalking her with obvious sexual intent.
    A glance at their pants showed the fabric now tented by three very large erections and she swallowed hard and took a step back, only to find the earth crumbling beneath her feet.
    With a gasp, Jaz looked behind her, the fabric of the long emerald-green gown she wore whipped about in the suddenly harsh wind. She balanced on the edge of a dark cliff and far, far below her lay a huge caldera that appeared as if it was filled with black sand. Moving black sand. It swirled and writhed, making her dizzy before she managed to tear her eyes away and back on the men.
    They remained poised, fear obvious on their faces as they held their hands out to her and begged her in some language she couldn’t understand. The cliff disintegrated more and without thought, she reached out and grabbed the arm of the man in the middle, the other two quickly grasping her under the arms and hauling her away from the edge.
    In the odd way of dreams, the world shifted around them