{"id":255280,"date":"2026-07-13T04:11:00","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/brutal-justice-heather-g-harris\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T04:11:00","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:11:00","slug":"brutal-justice-heather-g-harris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/brutal-justice-heather-g-harris\/","title":{"rendered":"Brutal Justice – Heather G Harris"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u2018I\u2019ll move into the den with you,\u2019 I said. \u2018The current one. Not a fake little one that will cause more political problems for you.\u2019 He closed his eyes, and the tension drained out of him in a rush. His shoulders slumped, and he whispered, \u2018Thank you.\u2019 \u2018Of course. But you should know, I only love you for your crown,\u2019 I teased.<\/p>\n

\u2018I can\u2019t have you giving it away for me or the attraction will surely fade.\u2019 He opened those stunning mercury eyes and seemed to see right to the heart of me. \u2018Bullshit,\u2019 he said. \u2018You\u2019d love me if I was nothing, had nothing. You love me despite my wealth and power, not because of it.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Yeah,\u2019 I admitted and looped my arms around his neck. \u2018Look at us, knowing each other inside and out.\u2019 \u2018Indeed. It\u2019s almost like we\u2019re fated mates,\u2019 he replied drily. I laughed and leaned in close, letting my breath tickle the shell of his ear. \u2018Since you know me so well, you\u2019ll know I desperately need to \u2026<\/p>\n

finish scouring the scene.\u2019 He barked a laugh as my hands fell away from him. \u2018Yes, I do know that. Do your thing, Inspector. And later \u2026 I\u2019ll do mine.\u2019 \u2018Deal.\u2019 It took effort to shake myself and my brain back to the case, but Kate needed me to be focused. Hell, Troy needed me to be focused. So I looked around the penthouse suite and tried to be analytical. The living space hadn\u2019t given me much of an insight into the mer\u2019s mind.<\/p>\n

Frankly, from what I\u2019d seen of his home so far, it was presentable, neat, and utterly soulless. Still, some people liked clean, sleek, modern lines. Maybe it was unfair of me to call it soulless. Decluttering was a thing for a reason, but I found myself missing all the homely touches that punctuated my home and the home I\u2019d been raised in. Each to their own, I supposed. I headed towards the hallway that branched off from the main living space.<\/p>\n

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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Published by Hellhound Press Limited. Cover Design by Christian Bentulan. AI Disclaimer: No AI will ever be used in any element of my work, including generative writing and cover design. I use human editors, human proofreaders, and human narrators. 1kitap1.com\/en Foreword If you’d like to hear the latest gossip, bargains and new releases from Heather, then please join her VIP newsletter!<\/p>\n

Sign up to join Heather’s VIP newsletter on her website and you can get a couple of free stories, as well as pictures of her dog and other helpful things. 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Dedication Prologue 1. Chapter One 2. Chapter Two 3. Chapter Three 4. Chapter Four 5. Chapter Five 6. Chapter Six 7. Chapter Seven 8. Chapter Eight 9. Chapter Nine 10. Chapter Ten 11.<\/p>\n

Chapter Eleven 12. Chapter Twelve 13. Chapter Thirteen 14. Chapter Fourteen 15. Chapter Fifteen 16. Chapter Sixteen 17. Chapter Seventeen 18. Chapter Eighteen 19. Chapter Nineteen 20. Chapter Twenty 21. Chapter Twenty-One 22. Chapter Twenty-Two 23. Chapter Twenty-Three 24. Chapter Twenty-Four 25. Chapter Twenty-Five 26. Chapter Twenty-Six 27. Chapter Twenty-Seven 28. Chapter Twenty-Eight 29. Chapter Twenty-Nine Other Works by Heather 1kitap1.com\/en To you, my hell hounds.<\/p>\n

Thank you for showing up for me, time and time again. It means everything to me. 1kitap1.com\/en Prologue Troy Fairglass held a bouquet of zinnias in his hands, Kate\u2019s favourite flowers for this time of year. He\u2019d been trying to catch Kate Potter\u2019s eye for a while, yet the medical examiner seemed oblivious to his obvious flirtation. You couldn\u2019t get more obvious than flowers, right?<\/p>\n

Kate had invited him over to watch a film, but he was almost certain the invitation was as friends. If that\u2019s all she wanted, he\u2019d accept it, but he was sure he\u2019d seen a warm glance, a coy smile, at least a couple of times. And she\u2019d blushed like hell when his fingers touched hers the last time they met at the Storyhouse.<\/p>\n

He was still thinking of that silken touch when someone stepped out of the shadows. A dryad.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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