Blurb:
Greed and lies bound them together, but will the truth tear their
love apart?
When Elena Bardot suffers the backlash of a Ponzi scheme
orchestrated by her father, she retreats to the abandoned estate of his
partners in crime. Wolfe Manor is lush and private, a perfect place to
lick her wounds – until the notorious prodigal son returns. Disgraced
billionaire Alex Wolfe is aloof, imposing, and sexy as hell. Elena knows
she shouldn’t want him, but attraction overrules her head.
Life behind bars has changed Alex. He doesn’t have time for
the complication of a gorgeous little brunette – especially one with her name –
but the tension between them escalates. Lust overwhelms their resistance,
and the sex is hot and cathartic. They’ve both been betrayed by family,
hurt by society, and cast as villains. Alone together, they take solace
in slow kisses and sensual nights. Yet while Elena may be content to hide
from the world, Alex is driven to reclaim his place atop it. This time,
he’s determined to take her with him.
PG Excerpt
Someone was stalking around the property and, from the way he moved,
he was up to no good. For a moment, he stepped into a space where the branches
were bare and she could see him more clearly. He wore a fleece jacket with the
hood pulled up over his head. His feet were swift and sure as he moved along
the path with hardly any sound.
Elena took a step back.
Someone was trespassing. A photographer? A journalist? Something
worse?
Her heart began racing.
Quickly, she evaluated her options. There was a fishing spot down on
the shore not far from where she was. From there, another trail ran right along
the edge of the lake. She could move quickly there. It was the shortest path
back to the cabin.
She watched the figure and the silent way it moved until the gray
sweatshirt blended in again with the fog. Keeping her steps quiet and her
breaths quieter, she took the fork in the path that would take her away from
him. Only the way was slick. She slipped once and had to catch a sapling to
keep from falling. By the time she made it to the clearing along the lake, her
legs were quivering.
She stepped over a fallen log and bent at the waist to take a
steadying breath.
It choked off in her throat when she realized she wasn’t alone.
The man with the hood stood lakeside with his back to her. As she
watched, he side-armed a rock over the surface. It skipped three times before
sinking into the dark depths.
Elena took a cautious step back and then another. She’d just about
made her escape into the trees when the heel of her boot knocked against the
fallen log. She tensed as the man turned.
And she found herself looking into Alex Wolfe’s silver-gray eyes.
She sucked in a surprised ‘Oh!’ but then her mouth snapped shut.
Fight or flight caught her smack dab in the middle of the chest, but she found
she could do neither. Instead, her heart beat like a drum roll as she stared
face-to-face with the man she’d sworn to avoid.
She waited for him to say something, but he watched her as warily as
she watched him. He was taller and bigger than her, by nearly a foot and way
too many pounds, all of them muscle. He had the fleece zipped close, and it
emphasized the lean mass of his body.
Elena’s mouth went dry. He was an impressive figure, yet nothing
could have prepared her for the astuteness in those silver-gray eyes. It was
like looking into the eyes of an actual wolf.
A hungry, sexual wolf.
Her entire body gave one delicious pulse. There was so much to see
in those eyes. Hunger, anger, determination, and desperation – but the emotions
were there for only a moment. He blinked and when he looked at her again, it
was as if shutters had come down over his soul.
Only the hunger remained.
That was the one thing he couldn’t hide, and a muscle in his jaw
ticked. He wasn’t happy to see her or he wasn’t happy that she’d seen him.
It was difficult to tell which.
She pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say. ‘Hello’ would
just sound stupid. ‘I’m sorry’ was better, but she refused to say the words to
a man who had more to apologize for than anyone she knew. In the end, she just
nodded. She started to turn away, but he moved then, pushing off his hood.
His hair was mussed. Without the hood, the shadow of his dusty beard
seemed darker. Those silver eyes were still bright, and that face… It was a
face that had graced magazine covers from Fortune to Business Week to GQ, but
if he photographed well, he was even more beautiful in person.
Her stomach squeezed, but this time the sensation was deeper and
more resounding.
God, why did he have to turn her into mush? Why couldn’t he be
smelly and hideous? It felt like a betrayal to be so attracted to him.
She wanted to step forward. She made herself take a step back down
the trail instead.
‘Wait.’
Her gaze snapped up to his face. The word had been soft, but the
authority made her even more aware of him.
He reached for the zipper on his fleece. ‘You’re cold.’
He shrugged the hoodie off his shoulders before she knew what he
intended to do. Stepping forward, he held it out to her. She looked at the
offering. It was such a simple gesture. Nothing flashy or inappropriate, but
like her attraction to him, she didn’t want it.
Yet looking at the jacket made her unbearably aware of the chill
that had seeped right down to her bones. The low-hanging fog had coated
everything from her clothes to her skin and hair. Unlike him, she hadn’t dressed
for a hike. She shivered as she looked at the fleece he was holding out to her.
Her wrists ached and her fingers felt numb.
‘You can give it back to Leonard when you’re done with it.’
He watched her, those entrancing eyes becoming more guarded. Who was
the wild beast being tamed here?
Elena was proud, but she wasn’t rude. She was freezing, and they
both knew it.
‘Thank you.’ She took the final step forward that put her in reach.
She stayed there only long enough to take the jacket. He was watching, so she
sorted out the hood and the arms. Swinging it around her shoulders, she pushed
her hands into the sleeves.
A fierce shudder went through her when she felt the warmth.
The heavy sweatshirt material felt soft and substantial. That,
alone, would have been enough, but it still held his body heat. Her hands began
shaking more as she realized just how cold she was. Her fingers were clumsy as
she tried to catch the zipper. The two of them stood uncomfortably, feet apart,
as she tried to start the metal tab. He’d just moved towards her when it
caught. Shying away, she yanked the zipper all the way up to her chest.
It was only then that she realized another tell-tale sign she’d been
giving off. Her face flared. Her nipples were hard. Their outline was clear
against the light blue sweater she was wearing. The dampness made the material even
more clingy, and the chill didn’t help her condition. The hard peaks were still
obvious with the bulky sweatshirt covering her.
Her chin snapped up, but his head came up much more slowly.
He’d seen. Obviously, he’d seen.
When he finally dragged his gaze to her face, the heat was back. It
smacked into her like the air coming out of an oven on a cold winter’s day.
Elena wanted to be angry and offended, but then she saw how he
looked in his hiking boots, jeans, and gray T-shirt. He didn’t look like any
billionaire she’d ever seen before. He looked like lust felt. Helplessly, her
gaze scraped over him. The T-shirt was the soft kind that took the shape of
whatever it was draped across, and there were all kinds of arcs and valleys she
wanted to explore more. His biceps were thick, and his shoulders were wide. His
chest was powerful, tapering down to a narrow waist. As she watched, the
dampness in the air seeped into that dry material and the delineation of his
muscles and tendons became more defined.
As did his masculine nipples.
Her mouth watered, and she jerked her gaze away. The heat in her
cheeks was now a raging fire. It was time to go. With a nod, she dipped her
head and turned. She didn’t look back as she walked shakily down the path that
ran along the lake.
The chill coming off the water was worse, even though the air stood
like bated breath. She tugged the hood up over her head and pulled her hands
into the sleeves. The hoodie was way too big for her, yet the extra material
was appreciated. It hung down to her thighs and bundled her up.
She shuddered again, the warmth almost hurting.
Giving in, she glanced over her shoulder. She was disappointed to
find he’d turned away. Another stone went skipping along the surface of the
lake. He’d forgotten her as quickly as he’d noticed her.
The ball of heat building in her belly turned hard. That was the
Wolfe she expected.
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Kimberly Dean is an award-winning author of romance and erotica. Her work has been published around the world and translated into German, French, Thai and Japanese. She enjoys the freedom and creativity allowed in writing romance, especially with all the interesting cross-genres that have been exploding on the scene. When not writing, she enjoys movies, sports, traveling, music, and sunshine.
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