Extraits

I missed her so much. This. The fiery woman who wasn’t afraid to challenge me every step of the way. She infuriated me, but I’d trade it all to have one more fight with her, one more indignant glare from her bright brown eyes.

She was like a villain, leaving a trail of blood and hints meant to lure me into a trap. A man with a mind for self-preservation would have turned and run. Instead, I pushed through the door and locked it behind me.

The moment I saw her, adrenaline spiked my veins like my body was preparing for battle. My heart raced and I started to sweat. It wasn’t a reaction I was used to, and as a result, I was reacting the worst way possible: with anger.

The way we fought, the way he infuriated me, the way he intrigued me. I couldn't decide where he fit in my mind's Venn diagram. On the left side, I had people I hated, and on the right I had people I loved. Right in the middle, in a category of his own making, there was Dean Harper.

If I didn’t want to kill her, I wanted to possess her. I wanted to seduce her to the brink of madness so that for thirty minutes she could do nothing but moan in my arms, too lost in the moment to hate me.