Instigation
Book
1 in The Clandestine Affairs Trilogy
Blurb
Three years after her life
changed forever, Gabriella Latham finally has it all. Killer job [if working
for her boyfriend counts]. Killer closet [even if she doesn't technically own any of
it]. Killer boyfriend [who refuses to let her leave him, even when she tries].
Unfortunately for her, the last part isn't hyperbole. She just doesn't know it
yet.
Adrian Morningstar was a
dream come true. No one had ever loved her more, and for the first time, in
longer than she could remember, she was no longer alone. He was the Prince
Charming to her Cinderella, until suddenly he became the Beast from whom she
could not escape.
Until him.
When Rafe Matthews is hired
to oversee the guest home construction of one of the most powerful businessmen
in the country, he finally has his in. Nothing will get in the way of what he
sets out to do.
Until her.
Watching from the shadows,
he's drawn to the beautiful, isolated woman of the house. His curiosity is
piqued and he has to have her. She may be taken by the boss, but that's not
enough to stop him. Or her.
Nothing is quite as it
seems, and this is only the beginning.
Passions ignite. Tempers
flare. Secrets kill.
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Excerpt
His words caught me off guard as his hands gripped my hips and he
pushed me backwards until the brick of the wall bit into the skin of my lower
back. He leaned down until his lips were dangerously close to mine. My insides
quivered, and my heart leaped into my throat. For an entire week, I’d been
waiting for his hands to be on me again, and now that he was right there, I
knew I’d die if he didn’t touch me. Kiss me. Take me home and ravish me like he
had that first night.
“Adrian,” I whispered, surprised at the breathy, sultry tone of my
voice. God, it’d only been a week and I was already dangerously addicted to him.
His eyes gleamed as if he could read my mind, and I wondered if
this has been his plan all along. To give me a taste, a perfect sneak peek at
what being his would be like, and then take it away, only to keep showing up to
tease me. To dangle the proverbial carrot on the string that was too high for
me to get a taste or even the slightest nibble. It would suffice only for a
moment, but it would be just enough to keep me from going insane. He was a
deranged Pavlov and I was his little dog, salivating and panting, wanting him,
that torturous bell ringing over and over again, but instead of giving me what
I wanted, he kept it too far out of reach.
Author Bio
If I’m not writing or looking through tons of photos of hot men,
all in the name of research, then you can probably find me curled up with my
Kindle, ignoring the rest of the world. I love my sports almost as much as I
love my books. My other obsessions include red wine, hot men, country music,
and all things Grace Potter.
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