Cover Reveal
Release Date: December 4th, 2014
Description:
Fleur Smithers rarely veers off the straight and (excruciatingly) narrow. So moving to the seaport town of Toulon to live with her newfound biological mother—an inspector with the French National Police—for one year is a pretty major detour.
Son of France’s crime royalty family and international rugby star, Louis Messette, is devoted to his sport, famille and nothing else. But the carefree American he meets one night changes everything. She sparks a desire in him like no other. Possession takes root. She will do as he commands.
Bit by bit Fleur slips into the Frenchman’s realm of wanton pleasure agreeing to his one condition: that she keep their affair secret. She serves up her heart without reservation in the hub of the glittering Côte d’Azur, and the along the soulful Seine in Paris, unaware of the danger she is in. For her new lover’s “family business” will pit her against her mother, the police woman sworn to bring down the Messettes. And by then, far more than Fleur’s heart will be on the line.
EXCERPT
My chest hurt from a strange new
kind of anxiety, high-pitched, full of woe. Dread closed in on me. I’d never
felt so exposed standing before one human being before. And realization that he
could desecrate me with a mere cold shoulder sank
in.
And maybe that was his point. But
why?
“Is that what you want? Do you want
me to go?” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady.
I swear a universe of emotion flickered in his
eyes, but it presented itself so quickly, and was hidden from view, I wondered
if it existed at all.
I waited.
He shrugged. As if I was asking
him what color tie he wanted to wear.
I gasped. The floor opened up
beneath me, and, as I fell, I knew it then. He was the keeper—the keeper of our
connection. And he’d decided to punish me, without explanation, to prove a
point that he refused to explain.
I recalled thinking once that he
was a rotten man. What had happened to that idea? It was suddenly clear and
present again.
I rushed into my dress, zipping
it up on the way to the door. I stumbled because tragedy lay before me.
Was I going to leave?
My heart was up in my throat, and
tears ran down my cheeks.
Why was he so mean?
I didn’t understand!
I was steps from his door. Yes. I
was running home. To my mother. Like the child he clearly thought I was. The
lump in my throat ached, as with one last gasp of disbelief, I pulled on the
handle, desperate for him to stop me and desperate to get away, but
. . . the door wouldn’t budge.
I tugged again.
Oh.
His hand was above me, holding it
closed. The tattoo glared down at me. He’d moved—fast. To stop me.
He didn’t want me to leave after
all.
I didn’t know whether to be
relieved or terrified or angry.
I felt, only, numb.
When he stepped into me, my body
moved of its own volition as close to the door as possible.
Seems he’d gotten what he was so
desperate to have. I was scared of him.
He buried his face in my hair,
and my chest burned. Tears of hurt streamed down my face. What had just
happened? My heart was pumping so fast it was going to burst and spray black
everywhere, and I didn’t even know why!
“Fleur,” he whispered.
No. I shook my head, but his body
had drawn close and followed mine as I tried to shift away against the door.
“Fleur,” he whispered.
I paused. We stood there, barely
touching, me trapped in a standstill of . . . hope. So much hope.
Pure hope. It was a field of azure bluebells on a Texas highway promising to
bud every spring without tending or mercy. I didn’t know what he wanted from
me, not by the way he had said my name, or in general, anymore, and I didn’t
care, not as long as he wanted me.
Slowly, gently, he pulled me into
him, and I let him.
I let him.
And . . . time began
again.
About the author:
If you’ve read any of my novels, you can probably guess why I write them. I enjoy the same heart-racing experience creating them that you get consuming them.
As it turns out, my writing style is unique (or so I am told). My shorthand approach makes for a pretty compulsive read. But my plots are intricately woven, fast-paced and firsthand mostly because I get bored easily.
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