Forsaken
By Sierra Kincade
Publisher: InterMix (October 18, 2016)
Publication Date: October 18, 2016
Sold by: Penguin Group (USA) LLC
Language: English
ASIN: B01COJUELO
MATURE AUDIENCE
His job is to find her, not to fall for her…
Marsella Talent has been on the run for two years, ever since her father thrust a ledger into her hands and told her to run from the police swarming their family restaurant. Now, with the cops and her father’s men desperate to get their hands on the book, she knows she can never go home.
Jake never thought he’d see Marsella again, not after he helped her escape the night of the sting operation targeting her father, August Talent. So when he stumbles upon a mysterious woman named Cassie, the spitting image of Marsella, he knows he has to gain her trust to finally make up for the mistake he made years ago.
Only the closer he gets to her, the more irresistible he finds her. And soon he realizes he’ll have to make a choice—prove his loyalty by getting back the ledger, or save the woman that he’s growing to love…
Marsella Talent has been on the run for two years, ever since her father thrust a ledger into her hands and told her to run from the police swarming their family restaurant. Now, with the cops and her father’s men desperate to get their hands on the book, she knows she can never go home.
Jake never thought he’d see Marsella again, not after he helped her escape the night of the sting operation targeting her father, August Talent. So when he stumbles upon a mysterious woman named Cassie, the spitting image of Marsella, he knows he has to gain her trust to finally make up for the mistake he made years ago.
Only the closer he gets to her, the more irresistible he finds her. And soon he realizes he’ll have to make a choice—prove his loyalty by getting back the ledger, or save the woman that he’s growing to love…
“Kincade
delivers.”—Beth Kery, New York Times bestselling author of the Because You Are
Mine series
“A
taut, erotic thriller.”—Library Journal (starred review)
“Full
of pleasant surprises.”—Publishers Weekly
She expected him to
reach for her, to walk around the small, round table and kiss her. She wanted
him to kiss her. There was obvious chemistry between them, even if they were
opposite in so many ways. He had to feel it. That’s why he was here, why he’d
stayed, instead of moving on to Cincinnati.
But he was waiting.
It hit her then. He
was waiting for her.
Doubts and
insecurities fell aside, burned away by the steady heat building in her veins.
It didn’t matter that she didn’t normally do this kind of thing, or that he
shouldn’t have even been there, or that she didn’t know him well enough to know
if he was trustworthy. She wanted to kiss him. Even if it was just once.
She slid out of the
chair and stepped around the table, becoming acutely aware of how big he was,
and how much she had to tilt her chin up to meet his gaze. She lifted her hand,
palm hovering over his chest, feeling the warmth of his body even an inch away.
Still, he waited.
She placed her hand
on him, feeling more connection with that simple touch than she ever had with
Nick. Her fingers flattened over his sternum, dragging lower to where she could
feel the heavy pound of his heart. Lower, to where she could feel the rise and
fall of his abs through the textured material.
Part of her had known
it would come to this. Why else had she agreed to bring him to the loft? She
wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted the security that came
with him leaving, so that she never had to really let him in.
He lifted one hand
toward her cheek.
“Wait,” she said.
He stopped.
“Can I
just . . . for a second?” she asked.
His hand lowered. She
didn’t know what exactly she’d meant. She wanted to touch his body, just for a
little while, without worrying what he was thinking, or what she should have
done next, or how she felt beneath him.
She wanted to stay in
control, so that later, she could tell him to go.
Her other hand joined
the first, flattening over his stomach. The muscles jumped beneath her touch,
his breath catching. The reaction sparked her nerves, and a strange greedy
hunger built inside her. She’d done that to him. And he’d liked it.
Easing closer, her
hands roamed over his chest, over the swell of his pecs, to his shoulders, and
then around the hard muscles of his upper arms. He didn’t move, holding
perfectly still as she made her way down to his forearms, and then his hands.
Again he reached for
her, but she jerked back, and he stopped. With a small smile, he lifted his
arms, clasping his hands behind his neck. It was a move of frustration, but
also compliance, and when she said, “Leave them there,” his eyes went dark, and
he nodded.
Gently, she pushed
him back, until he was seated again in the chair. The bend in his arms showed
off his biceps nicely, and when she stepped closer, between his knees, his
shoulders flexed in a way that made her nipples tighten, and the deepest part
of her clench with need.
She touched his jaw,
and he leaned, slightly, into her hand. The stubble was rough against her
fingers, and her breath came faster as she imagined it against her lips, and
her breasts, and her stomach.
“Close your eyes,”
she said. Then added, “Please.”
He did as she asked.
With his eyes closed, she felt freer to look at him. To touch his face and
neck. To press her fingers to the pulse in his throat, and trail her thumb over
his ear. His hair was thick and soft, and she threaded her hands through the
loose knot in the back, held in place by a rubber band. She was close now,
close enough that his knees pressed against her hips, and the dark, masculine
scent of him made her dizzy.
It felt intrusive,
touching him this way. Too intimate for two people who didn’t know each other.
It was strange, and forbidden, and more erotic than anything she’d ever done in
her life.
Her fingertips
brushed over his lips, and he opened his mouth and caught her thumb between his
teeth. She shuddered, a hard breath escaping her throat. His tongue slid along
the pad of her finger, a light challenge that had her leaning closer, hips
pressing to his, finding him hard and straining against his jeans.
Eyes open, she leaned
in, and pressed her lips against his.
Sierra Kincade lives in the Midwest with her husband and son.
When she’s not writing naughty books, she loves eating chocolate cupcakes,
binge-watching cable series, and singing loudly in the car. She wholeheartedly
believes that love stories are real, and you should never choose a partner who
doesn’t make you laugh.
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