Blurb
When Adriane Graham discovers a city councilman is part of an embezzlement ring, she doesn't realize her life is in danger until Alec Kadan, the son of a mobster, kidnaps her—not to kill but to protect her. But why? And how does he know so much about her, right down to her favorite books? In order to find out, Adriane must get past Alec's anger and secrecy to unravel his past and find the key to her own.
Excerpt
The thought that
was still eating at me was the possibility of rejection. I’d heard
women talk about how almost any woman can get a man’s attention
once, that men generally have a strong drive and will usually take
most opportunities. But Alec was strong-minded. If he truly didn’t
want a woman, I was certain he’d reject her.
It was a risk.
One I was willing
to take.
I peeked into the
hall to be certain no one was around, and then walked silently
through the shadows. I turned the corner toward his room.
My mind couldn’t
help but to wander. I began to see images—at first his surprise,
and then understanding, and hopefully his arousal. I saw kissing and
removal of clothes before lying down. I hoped he wouldn’t feel the
need to talk or to ask why. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hide my
true motivations.
My feet stopped.
I couldn’t do it.
I wouldn’t trick
him like that—hide the truth from him just to have what I wanted.
Only a couple feet
from his door, I turned, somehow feeling pride, shame, and
disappointment all in that one turn.
The click of a door
opening—his door.
I managed not to
jump.
“Adriane?”
I turned half way
to look at him over my shoulder. “I’m sorry I woke you. I was
just feeling restless.” It wasn’t a complete lie.
As I looked at him,
my resolve wavered for a second. His expression was beyond kind but
with a little concern—for my sanity, no doubt. He still wore his
slacks and dress shirt but barefoot, and his shirt was untucked and
unbuttoned. His hair was a little disheveled, and what absolutely
killed me was the slight sheen of his skin, as if I’d woken him
from an intense dream. His skin seemed to glow in the faint light,
and his eyes took on that deep shadowed effect. Why did he have to
look like that? He was perfect in every other way. Why this too?
“Is something
wrong?” he asked.
So as not to seem
rude, I turned to face him properly. “No. I was just restless.
Please go back to sleep.” And please don’t
look at me too
closely.
He took a step
closer. At least it was dark. I ran my fingers through my hair to
casually pull it back.
He took a breath.
“Are you sure?”
he said.
I crossed my arms,
pretending I was cold, but really trying to hide my chest. I worried,
though, that I only succeeded in creating more cleavage.
Did his
eyes just flicker? No, it was
too dark to see his eyes clearly.
“I’m fine,” I
said, “just a little cold.” I turned to leave.
He didn’t
respond, and I continued my escape. Once my door closed, I pressed my
back against it, head leaned and eyes closed. My heart pounded. It
shouldn’t be legal to look like that.
Faintly, I heard
his door close. Then I jumped at a loud pounding sound, like someone
punching a wall, and his voice, though muffled from distance.
“Dammit.”
It was only maybe
ten minutes later that I heard his footsteps. The sound of his shoes,
no longer bare feet, quickly moved down the stairs. It was only three
in the morning.
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All Romance Ebooks
Author Bio
M.S.
Kaye
has
several
published
books
under
her
black
belt.
A
transplant
from
Ohio,
she
resides
with
her
husband
Corey
in
Jacksonville,
Florida,
where
she
tries
not
to
melt
in
the
sun.
Find
suspense
and
the
unusual
at
www.BooksByMSK.com.
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