Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Staring at the mesh bag overflowing with fish, Susanna let out a groan of pure exhaustion.

Yvonne grinned, handing her a tall glass of lemonade. "See? Nothing like some hard work to get your blood flowing again."

The glare in Susanna's eyes melted away at Yvonne's words. As Yvonne straightened up, Susanna collapsed dramatically onto the sand, wrapping her arms around Yvonne's legs.

"Please, Yvonne, I'm begging you just let me go!" she wailed, tears threatening. "I can't eat another bite of fish. I swear, if I see one more fillet, I'll lose it."

Real tears started to roll down her cheeks.

God, she was so tired. Yvonne's training methods were just plain brutal.

For the past three days, Susanna hadn't had a moment's rest. Every morning at five, she was dragged out of her sleeping bag to run laps. Ten laps around the island before breakfast. That was a solid five hours of running! At this point, she knew exactly how many palm trees lined the shore, and which ones had coconuts left. Morning runs, afternoon runs, evening runs... she was going to die from exhaustion.

And if that wasn't bad enough, they ate nothing but fish. Fish sticks, grilled fish, fish salad-Susanna was pretty sure she'd start sprouting gills soon.

Meanwhile, Yvonne looked like she'd just stepped off a magazine cover, her long, red bohemian dress making her look even taller and more glamorous. Susanna, on the other hand, was a sandy, sunburned, disheveled mess.

her eyes. "Hey, try not to wipe your nose on my dress,

"Look, I can shoot now. I can hit a beer can off a fencepost at fifty paces! I know you

brow. "You're just gonna gun him down? Isn't that a

deserves it! That bastard should've

up at Yvonne. "Don't worry, I won't hold back. He's not

crawl. She'd deny any family ties to him a

had she done to

I barely even know the guy. We're not

unimpressed, just stared

she'd found out Dan was supposed to be her brother, Susanna had been worried Yvonne would take it out on her. She really was getting the

breath. "Brother? Dan's, what, ten years older than you? How's he

don't know! Hull said, on paper, he's my brother, that's all I

This whole

could be Susanna's

legs. "Brother, cousin, whatever-just let me be the one to take him

she was the