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he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

Why does he have to be so damn dangerously sexy? My hand moved downward again, slower this time. I slipped it under my shorts, fingers brushing over my already damp panties. A soft sigh escaped me as I started touching myself, imagining it was Ezekiel’s hands instead of mine. Imagining him fresh out of the pool, still wet, pressing me against the wall and kissing me like he couldn’t get enough. My fingers moved faster, circling my clit as heat built between my legs. I bit my lip to stay quiet, but soft whimpers still slipped out. The necklace felt cool against my skin, a reminder that he had thought about me. That he had picked this out for me.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

“I want you to tell me what’s really going on instead of treating me like fragile glass you can just lock away.” A heavy silence fell. Then Damien closed the distance, heat radiating off his body as his shadow swallowed hers. “You want the truth?” His voice dropped low, rough. “There are people out there who don’t just want to scare you. They want leverage. Revenge. And the only thing stopping them from tearing you apart—piece by piece—is me.” Her chest rose and fell fast, pulse pounding in her ears. His words held danger, but something else too. Possession. “And us?” she whispered. “Is this still just an act? Or is there some other reason you’re holding on so tight?”

“So most books are aimed at both male and female readers. male and female? — No... Techno-thrillers are mainly aimed at men and a romance is aimed mainly for women. With mystery and suspense, some go more to one side and some are in the middle, like mine. Of the genres, by far the most sales are in the Affairs. - Serious? “Damien was teaching me a lot. — So most people — female readers – is it romantic in the depths of the soul? Like my sisters Kat and Merilee? They always had a pile of novels in their bedrooms. “They like happy endings—just like mystery book readers—but romance readers care more about the character than the plot. mystery and thrillers deal with how to solve the crime, the p

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Almost. Every jolt of the bus slams another memory into me his thumb parting my lip in the elevator, the silk tie loose around my wrists, the way he held me after like I was something breakable and precious. Then the folded note on his nightstand. Car booked. Text when you’re home safe. Tonight. At the same time. Like scheduling a follow-up appointment. Then the bank alert. $10,000 from Damien Cross. Support, he called it in his text. As if zeros on a screen could erase the way he made me feel owned, then discarded.

“They want records and interviews but I’m not letting this blow up your progress. You’ve come too far. Tell me how this makes you feel right now, be raw with me.” I pressed my face into his chest and breathed him in. “It makes me wet and guilty at the same time. I keep thinking about your cock while I worry about losing you. I’m torn because the therapy helped me heal but this pull between us feels stronger than any safety I had before. I need you to fuck me today so I can stop overthinking everything.” Lucian tilted my chin up and kissed me, tongue stroking mine while his hands roamed down to squeeze my ass. “Then I’ll give you what you need,” he said, as he backed me against the wall.