Tate James - The Vixen’s Lead

THE VIXENS LEAD KIT DAVENPORT BOOK 1 TATE JAMES

Copyright 2017 Katrina Fischer

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CONTENTS ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Hey, wow! I wrote a book and you bought it! Thank you!

I dont know if anyone really reads acknowledgements these days, but just in case here are a few thank yous to the amazing people that helped make this dream a reality for me.

First and foremost, since Im writing the dedication to my favorite wine, I should thank my darling son Alaric for napping like a champ while I wrote. Thank you also to my husband, who has never read anything I have written but constantly tries to give me original ideas.

To Heather, for making me cry and Jax for making me laugh, and both of them for making me a better writer. Thank you also to the incredibly talented Rebecca Royce for being the most incredibly supportive, encouraging and wise friend to me.

Acknowledgments must also be made to the amazing community of authors I have met along the way (via facebook) who have given me the confidence to complete this project, and start a million more. CM Stunich, Lucy Smoke, Jaymin Eve and Eileen Kirk, as well as all the authors in RHW, and my amazing cover designer Daqri, because shes a genius! Thank you to my beta readers, Kate, Anna, Siobhan and Irene, for not telling me my story was shit (even when it was) and to Chesca, for trolling my polls. Troll on my friend. Troll on.

To Cat Amongst The Pigeons Cabernet Sauvignon, Barossa Valley. You, my friend, are an inspiration. Heres to many more late nights of nonsense together

xxx

I n the background, the shadowy outline of a naked woman haunted a painting of lilies. The rich imagery held me captive. Reportedly the work was worth a few hundred thousand dollars, but I couldnt decide if it was because of the image or the person who painted it. Maybe both. Whatever the reason, the Beverly Hills gallery had it on its walls, which meant it was without a doubt expensive.

Nine minutes and thirty-four seconds until security systems are back online. Stop gawking at the paintings and hurry the fuck up!

How the hell had Lucy known what I was doing? Our comms were audio only. Still, Lucy had a point. I left the painting and crept down the corridor on silent feet. At the end a large, open room held several ostentatious pieces of jewelry displayed in glass cases on pedestals. They were part of a colored diamond showcase in which the wealthy allowed their prized possessions to be displayed for the common folk to drool over. It was a clear night, and the full moon streamed light through the windows. The moonlight refracted against the jewels and created a rainbow of Christmas lights in the darkness.

Pausing at the entrance to the room, I fished my phone out of the pocket in my black jeans and ran an application labeled You Never Know, which Lucy had designed to scan areas for hidden security features we might have missed in our mission planning. It took a minute to fully probe the room, and while waiting, I snaked a finger under the short, black wig I wore and scratched at my scalp. Using a disguise was just sensible thieving, but seriously, wigs itched something awful! Maybe next time I would try a hat. The image of myself pulling a job while wearing a top hat or a Stetson made me chuckle.

Seconds later, my screen flashed red with an alert and surprised the hell out of me. It was the first time the app had actually caught something.

Are you seeing this? It was a pointless question. She had a mirror image on her computer screen.

Huh. That definitely wasnt there a week ago when I did a walk through, she muttered, and her furious tapping at her keyboard echoed over the comms. Okay, its a laser beam grid linked to a silent alarm that will trigger the security shutters on all external access points. I dont have time to hack into it and shut it down, so...

I could picture her shrug and sighed. So dont trip the lasers, yes? Got it. Send me the map. An intricate web of red lines appeared on my phone, overlaying the cameras view of the room. If I watched the screen and not my feet, it would be possible to avoid the beams.

Conscious of the ticking clock, I carefully started stepping across the floor. All seemed to go well until I got within ten feet of my intended loot. Suddenly my nose started twitching with a sneeze. Dammit, I hissed, then fought to hold my breath.

Whats going on in there, Kit? Lucy asked, worry tight in her tone.

I wriggled my nose a few times to shake off the itch before replying, You know how I often get pretty awesome hay fever in Autumn...?

Lucy groaned like I was doing this to deliberately test her nerves, but I wasnt trying to tease her. I might actually sneeze.

I think its gone, I said, relaxing minutely and raised my foot for the next step. Of course, Murphys Law prevailed, and the second I shifted my weight, the urge to sneeze returned full force. I clamped my mouth and nose shut, but I lost my balance even as I tried to swallow my sneeze. My leg rocked into one of the laser beams.

Shit!

Fucking hell, Kit! You have thirty seconds until you are trapped. Get the hell out, now! Lucy yelled in my earpiece.

Already screwed, I lunged the remaining distance to the display case. The current tenant was a ring with an obnoxiously large, canary yellow diamond surrounded by smaller chartreuse colored diamonds, all inset in a band with pink sapphires. The overall effect was a bit sickening, but who was I to tell the wealthy how bad their tastes were? I often wondered how many of them deliberately wasted their money on tasteless items with obscene price tags simply because they could.

Aware of the ticking clock, I whipped my arm back and smashed my gloved fist straight through the toughened glass. It shattered under the force I exerted. After snatching up the ugly bauble, I dropped a little plastic foxmy signature calling cardin its place.

Kit, quit dicking around and get out! Lucy screeched over the line at me. Twenty-two seconds remaining, dont you dare get caught, or I swear to God I wont let you live this down!

Satisfied at having grabbed my target, I raced out of the room and down the corridor, not hesitating before crashing straight through a tall picture window and plummeting thirty-odd feet onto the rooftop of the next building. I tried to break my fall by rolling as I hit. Instead, landed awkwardly on my left shoulder. It popped out of its socket. Hissing with pain, I glanced up at the gallery just in time to see the steel shutters slam closed on all the windows simultaneously.

Kit, Lucy snapped, barely masking the tension in her voice. Give me an update; are you clear?

The evil little devil on my shoulder wanted me to mess with her, but my conscience prevailed. All clear, I said, then added with a laugh. Plenty of time to spare; not sure why you were so worried!

Any injuries? A growl underscored her words.

Nope, Im totally fine. I mean, if you dont include my shoulder, which is for sure dislocated, then all I have are a few scratches from the glass and a tiny bit of swelling in my knuckles. I got the God-awful ring, though! I was rather proud of completing the job we had come there for.