empire and came after her, intent on vengeance.
tragedy in her eyes…then made an unexpected, gut-wrenching move that left me
romance, which started in The Billionaire’s Claim: Obsession.
keeps the stakes high and the sex hot as Dominic and Elizabeth work for their
beautiful happily ever after!” – Selena Laurence, USA Today Bestselling
chair up to Elizabeth’s bed and start to read. The first book is about a couple
that almost has sex—but doesn’t—with the girl hoping to never run into the guy
again because she lied and then felt awkward about the relationship. So of
course they run into each other again. I could’ve guessed that.
reach the first sex scene, I stop. “Well, here comes the good part. If you want
me to continue, open your eyes,” I say softly. “Or else you’re going to miss
You know you want me to keep going.” I skim a few paragraphs to see if the
scene’s worthy bait. “Oh, look at that. He’s going down on her. Very dirtily,
rise and fall of her chest answers my futile coaxing.
put the book down. “All right, fine. You aren’t going to wake up for this. The
scene’s okay, but you know what? You and I have had way better.”
have. We might have difficulties, but a lack of chemistry has never been our
problem. Our issue was more about trust…and an inability to see the full
picture, because I’m starting to realize Elizabeth and I each hold five hundred
pieces of a thousand-piece puzzle.
and cradle her hand in my palm. “We had better from the very beginning.” My
voice grows hoarse, and it isn’t from reading. “A fifth of a second. That’s all
the time it took for me to fall for you when you first showed up at the bar. My
head was wiped clean of everything except you.”
stays quiet, and somehow her silence urges me to go on, makes me feel like I can
open up and tell her everything in my heart.
probably wondering why I’m here. After all, you gave me the portrait—the thing
that matters the most to you. And I swore I’d take it from you. Call me
perverse if you want, but I need to know why you gave it to me.
you fight for it? I expected you to. Part of me wanted you to…so I’d know I
didn’t misjudge you when I thought you were an angel who could make Lucifer
shaky breath. Jesus. This is hard. Is
she not going to wake up at all? Dr. Raydor swears there’s nothing physically
wrong with her. Cold fear slithers in my chest, and I start talking faster.
that once I found out about the crazy deal surrounding the portrait, I went to
see Julian? Since there are rumors of how much he doesn’t like his children,
including you, I thought I could make him give me the portrait to spite you.
Instead, he taunted me, saying Nate Sterling was there first. And I thought
perhaps he came to see your father on your behalf.
obvious your father doesn’t care about you, and he refused to hand it over. He
didn’t believe I would use it to spite you, because I apparently owe you one
for what happened ten years ago.” I lean closer, staring at her, desperate for
any hint of acknowledgment. Don’t people usually respond in some minute way,
even deep in a coma? An eyelid flutter or something? Or is that all just
Hollywood bullshit? “I was too furious to notice the subtle nuance, but I
realized later that he meant you did something for me for which I’m still
quiet, her eyes closed.
palm down my face. “Yu-Jin told me what happened ten years ago. Why didn’t you
break my nose when I showed up at the charity dinner and said all those
abominable things to you?”
twitch in my grasp. Hope and despair war within me. Hope because maybe she’s
waking up. Despair because I thought she moved yesterday only to realize I was
bent, I bring her knuckles to my forehead. And I pray with what depraved soul I
have left that she wakes up.
I’ll donate however much you want to whatever cause you want. I swear I’ll be
so faint, at first I think I imagined it.
snaps up. Elizabeth is looking at me, her eyes winter gray, just like ten years
ago. My heart hammers, and I blink a few times, wondering if I’m hallucinating
possible. I haven’t had a decent meal in almost eight days.
she says again.
a second, then jump to my feet and bring her a glass of water. I help her sit
up a bit and drink.
movement of her throat is precious, and I exhale softly. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
small sips, she pulls back a little, her shoulders rolled inward. She looks at
me, her gaze wary. “Thank you. I guess?”
the shard of pain at the added “I guess.” Even now, she has doubts about my
mess of the situation.
head hurts.” Frowning, she looks around the room. I’m glad I ordered some
orchids and lilies. It looks slightly livelier than it would have otherwise.
“Where am I?”
a hospital. There was a concussion…some other injuries.”
She slowly raises one hand and touches her temple. Her expression grows
thoughtful for a moment, her brow furrowing. Then she turns to me, her gaze
roaming over my face as though she’s seeing me for the first time.
churns. Did she actually hear what I said earlier?
question that slips from her lips blows everything away.
emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and
adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been
bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.
trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, she can be
found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.