The Drop Connelly Novel Novels & Stories

For the first time in three days, something hot and electric cut through the numbness sitting in my chest. “Not the one who took Iris,” Connor added, as if bracing me for disappointment. “But connected. Indirectly. Through the scandal.” The scandal. The first domino they knocked over. The one meant to humiliate me, destabilize my company, isolate Venus. A setup disguised as a tabloid nightmare — and now, suddenly, a link in the chain toward Iris’s abduction. “Where is he now?” I asked. “With Colton. In Bay 7.”

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

She couldn't afford to waste time searching. "There's a bookshelf on the east wall," Connor said, his eyes meeting hers. "Third shelf from the top. Look for a copy of 'The Count of Monte Cristo.' It's an old edition, leather-bound, kind of falling apart. The stamp is hidden inside a hollowed-out section in the middle of the book." Kyla couldn't help the slight smirk that crossed her face. "Classic. Very dramatic." "I thought it was fitting," Connor replied, and for just a moment, there was a flash of the old him. The charming, slightly smug Connor she'd first met, before everything got complicated and messy and deadly.