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Today, meet Aria, and check out their modern heist version of these characters we love…
Stolen Hearts by Aria L. Deair
About the Author: Aria L. Deair is an author who has been writing and (while cursing her excessive comma usage) publishing fanfiction online for more than sixteen years. Freelance writer by day and author every other hour that she isn’t sleeping, she spends her days courting carpal tunnel and “forgetting” to wear her wrist brace.
As a proud member of more fandoms than she can count, Aria can be found blogging about some of the writing that she is avoiding doing at arialerendeair.tumblr.com.
Like a dragon with her hoard, she can be found in her New Hampshire apartment, surrounded by notebooks (most of which are empty), half-filled mugs of tea, and some of the comfiest blankets that have ever existed. Disturb her at your own risk, especially during NaNo Season.
“You ready?” Athos asked, pretending to sip the coffee.
D’art sighed and gave him a look. “You hired me for this. You should know that even with all my teasing, I am a professional.”
“So you are,” Athos agreed. “That’s why we’re planning to offer you a position on the team when we’re finished.”
D’art was quiet for a long moment as they stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the 39th floor. He could feel Athos studying him. Assessing his reaction to the offer, maybe. “You have a policy against dating people you work with?”
Athos blinked and sighed. “D’art—”
“Crimson,” Porthos’s voice hissed into the mic.
D’art froze, eyes widening. Over the comms, a crackle and the sound of the earpiece being shattered under a heel came. “Shit.”