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SYNOPSIS:
The darkly seductive Bad for You series continues with a romance that Harlequin Junkie notes “will appease fans who have been patiently (or impatiently) waiting for the final surprisingly sweet and tender outcome.”
He always keeps his promises.
Angelina has sacrificed everything to be with the man she loves. Forced to abandon her family, and even her own identity, Angelina depends on Haithem as never before. With no more secrets between them, Haithem has become the source of all her needs. Sexually. Emotionally.
But not even Haithem can hide forever.
While they’re sneaking across borders, avoiding persecution from everyone who would see Haithem dead and his prototype stolen, the media fascination surrounding Angelina’s disappearance continues to mount.
For Angelina, it’s a brutal reminder of what she’s left behind and the pain she’s caused to those who believe her dead or held against her will.
To Haithem, it’s a warning: he stands to lose the one person left in his life he loves beyond measure. The hunt won’t be called off until his enemies have destroyed him, his life’s work and everyone involved—including Angelina.
He has only one choice. He’s promised to protect her. And Haithem always keeps his promises.
EXCERPT:
“Tell me your name.”
I blinked, the blunt beautiful features above me coming into focus. “Angel—”
“Not that one.”
“Not that one.”
My skin prickled. I knew what he wanted. We’d been through this enough times.
“Lina Kyriakou.”
He walked into me, his hips touching mine, forcing me backwards. “And who are you, Lina?”
My back brushed the wall, the surface cool through the light fabric on my back.
I moistened my lips, my pulse fluttering so fiercely in my throat I almost expected to start spitting out butterflies. He’d coaxed me to say it before—the details of this first scenario.
My back brushed the wall, the surface cool through the light fabric on my back.
I moistened my lips, my pulse fluttering so fiercely in my throat I almost expected to start spitting out butterflies. He’d coaxed me to say it before—the details of this first scenario.
My favorite of all the scenarios and plans we’d memorized.
Still the words made my tongue stick. I looked at him. Looked right into his midnight irises.
“I’m your wife.”
The fingers cupping the back of my neck flexed, and a rush of breath kissed my lips.
“You know I almost believed you that time.” His thick lashes drooped. “One more time. Who are you?”
My chest constricted. “I’m your wife.”
“That’s right, you’re my wife,” he said, no hint of a lie to taint his words.
He didn’t need to roll the statement around to test it the way I’d had to. He spoke as though he believed it.
As though it were true.
Made me think that to him, he and I and this fantasy of a future were simply a matter of time. Almost made me forget that this was only one scenario, and only one of Haithem’s plans for us. Few were so sweet, and not all resulted in us together through all of this.
“Let’s go over things one more time.”
My fingers twitched against his T-shirt. “I thought we were in a rush?”
“We can spare time to make sure.”
“I remember everything we talked about.”
His teeth flashed in that dangerous smile. “Could you remember under pressure?” His hand slipped from my neck and ran down my shoulder, skimmed my breast and gripped the thin belt at my waist. “Because if you need to repeat anything we’ve been through, you can bet you’ll be under pressure.”
Heat curled through my system. “One more time then.” Short breaths, almost pants, puffed between my lips. “And be sure to exert some pressure.
Still the words made my tongue stick. I looked at him. Looked right into his midnight irises.
“I’m your wife.”
The fingers cupping the back of my neck flexed, and a rush of breath kissed my lips.
“You know I almost believed you that time.” His thick lashes drooped. “One more time. Who are you?”
My chest constricted. “I’m your wife.”
“That’s right, you’re my wife,” he said, no hint of a lie to taint his words.
He didn’t need to roll the statement around to test it the way I’d had to. He spoke as though he believed it.
As though it were true.
Made me think that to him, he and I and this fantasy of a future were simply a matter of time. Almost made me forget that this was only one scenario, and only one of Haithem’s plans for us. Few were so sweet, and not all resulted in us together through all of this.
“Let’s go over things one more time.”
My fingers twitched against his T-shirt. “I thought we were in a rush?”
“We can spare time to make sure.”
“I remember everything we talked about.”
His teeth flashed in that dangerous smile. “Could you remember under pressure?” His hand slipped from my neck and ran down my shoulder, skimmed my breast and gripped the thin belt at my waist. “Because if you need to repeat anything we’ve been through, you can bet you’ll be under pressure.”
Heat curled through my system. “One more time then.” Short breaths, almost pants, puffed between my lips. “And be sure to exert some pressure.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.
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