Also by this author: Monster in His Eyes, Torture To Her Soul, Made
From the bestselling author of Sempre and Sempre: Redemption comes a thrilling new two-book series. Being a HUGE fan of J. Darhower I am utterly excited to get my hands on this bad boy!
Monster in His Eyes (Book 1)
Release Date: April 28, 2014
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Page Count: 350
Torture in Her Soul (Book 2 in the duology) is tentatively scheduled for release fall 2014.
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Ignazio Vitale is not a good man.
I suspect it, the first time I see him, sense the air of danger that surrounds the man. He has a way of commanding attention, of taking control, of knowing what I’m thinking before I even do.
It’s alarming and alluring. It’s dark and deadly. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted but the last thing I truly need. Obsession.
It doesn’t take him long to draw me into his web, charming me into his bed and trapping me in his life, a life I know nothing about until it’s too late. He has secrets, secrets I can’t fathom, secrets that make it so I can’t walk away, no matter how much I beg him to let me go. I see it sometimes in his eyes, a darkness that’s both terrifying and thrilling. He’s a monster, wrapped up in a pretty package, and what I find when I unmask him changes everything.
I want to hate him.
Sometimes, I do.
But it doesn’t stop me from loving him, too.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This book is intended for a mature audience only, due to some dark and erotic content.
He steps toward me, quiet as he speaks. “Do you love me?”
“You know I do.”
“Say it,” he says, his voice dropping lower. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.”
He cups my cheek. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
His hand drifts lower, wrapping around my throat. “Again.”
“I love you.”
He squeezes lightly, not painfully, just enough to make me gasp. “Again.”
My voice is barely a whisper as the words pour out of me. “I love you, Ignazio.”
His expression hardens when I say his name, his eyes darkening. The monster is peeking through, peering at me from behind his mask. He wants to come out. He wants me to play with him.
He says nothing, though, letting go of my neck. His hand drifts lower, down my chest and across my breasts. He gropes them through the fabric before reaching down and grabbing the bottom of my shirt, pulling up on it. I raise my hands in the air, letting him pull it off. He unbuttons my pants, tugging down the zipper, and I step out of them when he pulls them off of me.
Slowly, his eyes scan me then, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes before trailing back up again. He meets my gaze as he takes another step forward, standing right up against me. I can feel the heat emanating off of him, his cologne intoxicating.
It makes me dizzy.
“If you could read my mind…” He pauses, laughing darkly. “You’d be trembling.”