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𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒 by New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Abbi Glines is coming July 28th!!! Check out this sneak peek!
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What to expect:
❤️🔥Mafia Romance
❤️🔥Revenge to those who hurt her
❤️🔥He’s been watching her
❤️🔥Unhinged/Man Obsessed
❤️🔥Morally Grey Hero
❤️🔥Will burn the world down for her
EXCERPT:
“This is all for us?”
He nodded his head and walked over to the table to take a lime-green macaroon. He popped it into his mouth, his dark eyes meeting mine as he chewed.
Did the man have to even be sexy when he ate?
I walked over to stand near the fruit tray and took a handful of the red grapes. “This looks amazing.”
He glanced back at it as if he didn’t find it impressive at all. “Figured you could use an appetizer while we wait for your victory dinner.”
This was his idea of an appetizer? Had he ordered this? Or was it just something that was done after a race? I wanted to ask him all these questions, but I refrained.
“Thank you,” I told him.
He reached for one of the lemon cookies and then closed the distance between us. When he stopped in front of me, he brushed my lips with the edge of it. “Open.”
My lips parted, and I took a bite of the cookie, not taking my eyes off him. Thatcher’s gaze was locked on my mouth as I chewed. The wild, crazy rhythm my heart had decided to race off into made it hard to swallow.
“You’re gonna need to eat more than that, or I’ll feed you until I’m satisfied.”
My entire body felt warm. Blinking, I stared up at him silently and opened for him to place another bite of the cookie inside. What was I doing? What was he doing? He licked his bottom lip as he stayed completely locked in on my mouth.
The doorbell startled me, and Thatcher’s eyes lifted to look over my shoulder toward the doors. “Dinner is here,” he said, then stepped around me and headed in that direction. I sucked in a deep breath and placing a hand on my heart to calm it down. There were things in life I knew to stay away from. The evil of the world was pretty cut and dry. I did my best to do good, be good, and make a positive mark on the world.
The emotions that Thatcher stirred inside me couldn’t be labeled good. Now that I knew how exciting, tempting, and addicting the darkness could be, I wasn’t sure I would have the strength to stay away.
Blurb:
The evil of the world was pretty cut and dry. I did my best to do good, be good, and make a positive mark on the world.
The emotions that Thatcher stirred inside me couldn’t be labeled good. Now that I knew how exciting, tempting, and addicting the darkness could be, I wasn’t sure I would have the strength to stay away.
Thatcher
There wasn’t a moment in my life that I didn’t feel detached. My earliest memory is that of my mother looking at me as if I was something to fear. I’d never had a relationship with her. The ones I did have were forged from loyalty. Love was a concept that was used to explain a broad range of emotions that one felt. I had very few of those, so I didn’t require labels. When a situation presented itself that required a reaction, I thought it out—made my decision. Even if those closest to me believed my actions weren’t something I could control. I let them think it because their misconception gave me power. I was the master of my impulse.
Except once- when wide, terrified gray eyes locked on mine. She’d been in trouble, and my questionable sanity snapped.
That day, I realized my twisted soul wasn’t the only thing buried deep inside me. Perhaps it was what my mother had seen in my eyes as a child that kept her from caring for me like she did my brother. The evil that seemed to dwell but not stir had been provoked. The sweet little minister’s daughter had no idea the demons she’d awaken.
Capri
Just when I get a chance of a lifetime to ride for Shepherd Ranch and make a mark in the horse racing world, everything else in my life seems to take a downward spiral. I’m terrible with flirting, and I can’t seem to keep a guy interested long enough for any real relationship. I spend most nights alone, and my imagination is starting to get the best of me. I’ve almost convinced myself there is something in the shadows watching me. I shouldn’t have stopped praying. Now, my list of sins has gotten out of hand in God’s tally book. I doubted he had enough saving grace to wipe all I’d done clean.
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