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What's The Inspiration?

I fell in love with the idea of opposites attract. In this case, a detective and a thief. I didn't want it to be like anything I've read before so I added a little twist on the concept of a 'love triangle'


Part of Chapter One

Would a thief be stupid enough to try and steal The Eye on the first night? Or am I just being paranoid? Tristan left me in the dark, the only light coming from the base of various displays because they are on their own circuit separate from the main building. Being the only one in the room I could clearly hear every little sound – like a lock sliding into place on the door.


“Tristan?” I called out cautiously even though I knew my partner only just left. Swinging a small portable flashlight around the room I tried to find the source of the soft footsteps I heard while staying close to the fake eye. “Show yourself.”


“What do I have here?” a deep velvety voice stepped into the light of my flashlight then then kept coming until he was about an arm’s length away. “A female security guard? No, you don’t look like museum security.”


“You’re pretty bold for a mere thief.”


“Mere thief?” there was amusement in his tone. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he bent at the waist in a bow keeping his head up. “I am Le Corbeau, jewel thief extraordinaire.”


“Never heard of you,” keeping the light trained on him as I reached for the pair of handcuffs I keep in my back pocket while on duty. “But thank you for identifying yourself thief – now I can arrest you.”


“Arrest me?” he laughed. “I haven’t stolen anything.”


“But you did break into the museum. Local police can still charge you for that.”


Keeping his distance the thief walked around to the other side of the display case that I’d kept at my back. Now in that light I could see his face. His blue eyes shone brightly through a crow mask that covered half his face. Those stunning eyes watched me. They were going to haunt my dreams, especially when his lips quirked into a smile. Focus Darcie!


“You’re not going to steal this jewel.”


“I wouldn’t want a fake anyway.”


My breath caught I tried not to show my emotions. How did he know? “Fake?”


“Come,” he gestured me closer. My hesitation made him smile wider but he didn’t push it. “The Eye has a dark streak through it that moves when you do – a simple trick of the light but it’s a unique feature of its cut.”


Interesting. I looked down at the fake. It certainly looks real. How common is that little fact? Le Corbeau took that moment to get closer to me. Lights came back on. Closing my eyes to the sudden brightness was a rookie mistake. I felt the thief’s hand brush my neck. Shit. Training kicked in. I grabbed his wrist, swept my feet under his toppling him to the ground. Wrist still in my grip I used it as leverage to keep him face down as I placed my knee into his back.


“You will not be taking The Eye.”


This thief had the gall to laugh. With his free hand he pushed himself up essentially knocking me off. I fell onto my back but I was not about to let him escape. Le Corbeau made his way to his knees when I tackled him back to the ground. Straddling his chest I held his wrists above his head, handcuffs still in my back pocket I reached for them yet again.


“As much as I appreciate this position,” he used his body to flip our position. “I prefer you this way.”


I glared up at the grinning blue eyed thief. With my hands pinned above my head he unbuttoned my blouse just enough to get a good look at The Eye. Shit! I squirmed trying to get free but the man out weighed me. My brain raced through every training exercise trying to find the one that will best help my current situation. His fingers traced the chain to the back of my neck. Spreading my legs I anchored my feet on his sides and kicked him off. Scrambling to my feet I reached for the cuffs for the third time this night.


“Looking for these?” he teased, my cuffs dangling from his fingers.


How? “You can use those to cuff yourself.”


He laughed far too amused. Banging at the door told me Tristan was back. Relief flooded over me. This man hasn’t used any weapons but he was dangerous and I needed the help. Pulling the gun I kept at the small of my back the thief slowly put up his hands.


“Use those cuffs,” I ordered.




He let go of something he had in his hand. It hit the floor, smoke emanated out filling the space around us. I couldn’t see. The door slammed open, I lowered my gun not wanting to shoot any fellow Holst Security members when Tristan called out for me. I felt the gun get taken from me then my wrists got handcuffed behind my back.


“Better luck next time kitten,” Le Corbeau whispered in my ear.

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