PERSETTA
Lost until HIMI thought the night fate brought us together was the worst night of my life.I was wrong.Blinded and with no memory, how was I supposed to know any better?He’s cold-blooded, cunning, and dangerous—the head of the French mafia.He’s everything I shouldn’t want in a man, but I do.For my safety, I have to seduce him.Instead, with every threat, he’s the one who draws me further into his web.It’s so easy to fall into his arms as my demons slowly release from their cages.I feel safe with him.Until I remember the truth.ADRIEN
Broken until HERI walled off my shredded soul and black heart long ago.No one ever gets in anymore, and yet my guard lowered for her.She stole away on my boat, injured and with no memories.The only clue to who she once was—a tattoo on her calf.This woman. She’s my past. My present. My future.The one who got away, in more than one sense.Years ago, I broke our families’ alliance and turned my back on her.Last night, I was hired to kill her.My little survivor. My butterfly. If only I recognized her…
EXCERPT:
Just like yesterday, his palm pressed against my throat, but this time he didn’t squeeze. His thumb brushed up and down over my pulse point. His skin trembled against my own—warm, firm, unyielding, and yet somehow vulnerable too. Maybe that was what drew me to him, because it wasn’t rational how much I wanted him closer, his arms around me, his body against mine.
We were suspended like that for seconds…minutes. It could have been hours. Somehow deep inside, I felt protected for the first time in forever. It didn’t make sense. It didn’t have to, but in my jailer’s arms, in this moment, the void melted away and lightness spread. I wanted more, but the instant I reached for him, before I even touched him, he jerked away.
He cleared his throat.
“Never ask that of me again.”
“Or what?”
He stomped across the room and threw the door open so hard it crashed against the wall and skittered back in scattered croaks.
A strangled laugh choked out of me. Pain shot up my side, and tears seeped under my eye dressings. None of this was funny, but his switch in moods was giving me whiplash, especially after the lightness of that memory.
“You don’t possess a touch of sunshine, do you? You’re angry. Tormented, so you hide behind violence thinking it makes you so tough, but you’re nothing but a big ol’ grump, trying to spread his own misery.”
“You know nothing about me.”
Author Bio:
Addy Anders writes dark romance meant to tug hard on your heartstrings and never let go. Her books deliver deliciously possessive anti-heroes, strong heroines, a touch of angst to set you on edge, and a cocktail of spice.
Addy loves to travel, preferably outside of major cities. When she’s not writing or out in the wilderness, she can be found with her kindle and a very large cup of tea surrounded by her very supportive husband, two kiddos, and two fur babies.
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