![]() ![]() ![]() It was literally unbelievable to her that this man – this man! – had held her through her fever and delirium and shaking. He lumbered over to her, all muscles and bulk in well-worn jeans and a tight black t-shirt, all soft blond hair and hard blue eyes, all raw power and cool toughness. Why was her dream man also an MC asshole? Why? Why? What kind of cruel fate stuck her in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, all alone with the sexiest, hottest man that she’d ever laid eyes on… and then made said man a brutal, horrible human being? That was when he re-emerged from the darkness, and Shay took her first real-time, clear-eyed, non-brain-addled, look at Warren. It was an immense relief to put them on at last, and see the world for the first time in what felt like a very, very long time. “Thanks.” She lifted the long curtains, and sure enough, there they were. “Yeah,” his faceless, formless voice answered. ![]() “Do you know where my glasses are?” she called in to the darkness. He got up again, crossed the room, disappeared once more in to the shadows. This is Warren and Shay’s story, and it’ll be out on November 23rd. I thought maybe you’d like a sneak peek of my next book, ‘Dark Curves’ ( Dangerous Curves #6). ![]()
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