turn, and trouble finds me.
with good reason.
now she’s my downfall.
a full length, standalone enemies-to-lovers romance with a HEA.
saunters through one of the bay doors in greasy coveralls, much like the ones
on the bathroom floor last night.
raven braids like shiny rope trail over her shoulders. She has a completely
different look. Younger. Innocent. A stark contrast to the fierce woman last
night who could hold her own, not backing down no matter the situation.
her delicate bone structure and smooth moves. Elegance seeps from her every
pore despite being covered in grease. I saw the same last night. Even naked and
fighting, or shivering and vulnerable, she was pure grace.
queen and warrior. A young Elizabeth Taylor or Grace Kelly with her small, pert
nose; full, perfectly symmetrical lips, and high cheekbones; and her enigmatic
bruising on her neck jerks me from my trance. She didn’t bother to hide the
marks from our altercation last night, and it’s the first thing blond boy
teeth together at the scarlet markings on her pale flesh. My fingerprints,
angry and raw, band her throat, and it’s as if I feel her thumping pulse again.
and sudden urge to hit something erupts within me. I don’t hurt women. Never.
But I also never give anyone the chance to kill me. The jury is still out on
whether that was why she was at the loft.
attempts to touch, but she steps back. Undeterred by her rebuke, he leans in to
kiss her, hungry. Again, she shifts slightly, his lips brushing her cheek
instead of her mouth. His face flushes like a little boy put in the corner.
Friend? Either way, things aren’t all rosy, not with the move she just made.
her like a puppy dog inside the building. A slow, easy smirk slides across my
face. She’s got him by the balls. Better him than me.
vibrates, and I glance at the text with an encrypted attachment.
You’re going to want to see this.
brief, but enough to almost choke me with the details. Any residual shame from
the way I handled her last night evaporates.
the sable-haired beauty disappearing from my view, my blood simmers, both
satisfied with being right about her and incensed at her deception. Last
night’s mix-up at the loft wasn’t a fluke.
more to Maggie than meets the eye. She may be the perfect portrait of class,
but I see under her veneer. She’s a fake.
💋 My Review:
Be still my heart! I’m swooning over this story, the sexy Prophet and the fierce Maggie. A hardened criminal running for his life and caught between two heavies, the Russians and the elusive Slaughter. Along for the ride, albeit without her consent, is Maggie. A spitfire that fights for her release until she realizes she’s safer with Prophet. The sexual tension between these two is off the charts. He loves her fight and beauty and he’s just a sexy beast. But is Maggie an innocent in the wrong place at the wrong time or is she more? Is she part of the set up? As Prophet struggles to stay alive and get to the truth his chemistry with Maggie goes ballistic and the heat is on. They are hot! Terrific writing in a different style that’s fast paced, thrilling and sexy with fabulous characters. I couldn’t put it down and you won’t either. It’s just that great!
contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart
desires. She spends most of her time juggling a day job, being a mom, wife, and
writing. She’s a self-professed junkie of many things, including a voracious
fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.