A new story of dangerous temptations from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the This Man trilogy.
Annie has never experienced the 'spark' with a guy - the kind of instant chemistry that steals your breath and blindsides you completely. Until a night out with friends brings her face to face with the wickedly sexy and mysterious Jack. It's not just a spark that ignites between them. It's an explosion. Jack promises to consume Annie, and he fully delivers on that promise.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of their one night together, Annie slips out of their hotel room. She is certain that a man who's had such a powerful impact on her and who could bend her to his will so easily, must be dangerous. But she's already in too deep. And Jack isn't only dangerous. He is forbidden.
Annie has never experienced the 'spark' with a guy - the kind of instant chemistry that steals your breath and blindsides you completely. Until a night out with friends brings her face to face with the wickedly sexy and mysterious Jack. It's not just a spark that ignites between them. It's an explosion. Jack promises to consume Annie, and he fully delivers on that promise.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of their one night together, Annie slips out of their hotel room. She is certain that a man who's had such a powerful impact on her and who could bend her to his will so easily, must be dangerous. But she's already in too deep. And Jack isn't only dangerous. He is forbidden.
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“Thank you for your help,” I say quietly, studying him, definitely
detecting that he’s deep in thought. Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask. I
need to get back into my apartment without engaging with him, which
could prove tricky when he’s blocking the doorway and looking like he
has no intention of shifting to let me in.
“Annie,” he breathes. “I’m struggling so badly.”
“I’m
not doing this.” I swallow, pushing my way past him. He grabs me by the
top of my arm and holds me in place. “Let me go, Jack.”
“I’ve
already told you I can’t do that. Annie, I’m drowning here. I’m going
out of my mind, and the more time I spend with you the fucking worse
it’s getting. Listening to you, talking to you, sharing a passion with
you that goes way beyond the amazing time we had in bed together.”
“You
have to forget!” I yell, knowing anger is the only way forward. Be
angry with him. Let it dominate me and rule me, because the alternative
scares me to fucking death.
He pushes me into the hall and slams
the door behind us, forcing me to back up. “No,” he says, straight and
even. “No,” he repeats, moving one more step forward, except this time I
don’t retreat. Because I can’t. Because he has me locked in place with
those grey eyes, and now they’re back to their full glory. Sparkling,
even if it’s with anger. He reaches for his shirt and starts unbuttoning
it before shrugging it off and throwing it to the floor, revealing the
chest that’s haunting me.
I quickly look down at the pile of material, my mind reeling. His chest. His perfect damn chest. “What are you doing?”
“I
have no fucking idea.” He reaches for me and slides a hand around my
neck, pulling me to him. Our chests meet, and my determination to repel
him vanishes under our connection. Wrongs turn into rights. Conflict
turns into craving.
“I can’t get you out of my head, Annie.” His
forehead meets mine, his palm massaging away the tightness in my neck
muscles, softening me up until I relax in his hold. “I want you all over
again, and I can’t even find the will to worry about how much more
that’ll make me want you.” He breathes down on me. “I’ve played that
night on repeat. I’ve dreamed of holding you in my arms again. I’ve
craved the sound of your voice, the feel of your touch, the softness of
your lips on mine. I know I shouldn’t want you. But I do. Nothing has
ever made me feel this insane with need. Nothing has taken up so much
space in my head. I can’t fucking help it, Annie.” His grey gaze sinks
into me, my heart steadying to an even thrum. His head starts to shake
mildly, his splayed hand moving up to the back of my head and fisting my
hair. “I don’t want to help it,” he growls. “I want you. I don’t care
how wrong it is.” His clenched fist tightens, gripping my hair harshly.
“I know I’ve been on your mind since I fucked you every which way in
that hotel room. Stop denying it. Don’t insult me and tell me you don’t
crave that amazing feeling all over again. I can see it in your eyes
every damn time I look into them. You. Want. Me.”
It’s me who
moves in first. All me. I lunge forward and smash my lips to his, the
magnetic force winning. His words winning. Jack winning. My heart
winning. I coax his mouth open with hard, hungry kisses. I’ve lost my
mind to a craving too powerful to fight off. And, like Jack, I don’t
care how wrong it is.
Lost.
Yet as he walks me backward until my back slams into the wall, I feel found again.
I
cry out, and Jack moans. We’re clumsy and desperate. He’s pushing me up
the wall with the force of his kiss, then he’s rolling away, taking me
with him until it’s his back slamming into the wall. It’s the elevator
all over again. The atmosphere is sizzling. I’m on fire. He scoops me
up, pinning me to him, and carries me into my bedroom. I focus on him.
Only him and the return of feelings that I’ve fantasized about since
that unforgettable night. All the guilt is abandoning me, and I let it,
unprepared to let anything stop me from taking the forbidden.
Jodi
Ellen Malpas was born and raised in the Midlands’ town of Northampton,
England, where she lives with her two boys. Working for her father’s
construction business full-time, she tried to ignore the lingering idea
of writing until it became impossible. She wrote in secret for a long
time before finally finding the courage to unleash her creative streak,
and in October 2012 she released This Man. She took a chance on a
story with some intense characters and sparked incredible reactions
from women all over the world. Writing powerful love stories and
creating addictive characters have become her passion, a passion she now
shares with her devoted readers.
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