Ironically, it all starts with a popular book about BDSM. When Angelina Jameson steps into her boss’s office armed with an acid article about ‘Billionaires, BDSM and Blah-blah-blah’, she thinks her career will take off. But her career aspirations drop into second place when she finds herself face to face with her nemesis.
Blade Spencer is the new editor-in-chief of Unabridged—the literary magazine where his ex-lover Angelina works. For three years, since she fled small town Jamestown without a word of explanation, they haven’t heard from one another. Now, when they meet again, the past and all the feelings they once had between them come rushing back, making them realize their love has never died. But can they reconcile their new circumstances and the changes that have occurred during the three years they were apart? Neither is the person the other used to know.
Then there is the faceless shadow who hunts them from the dark, driven by obsession and greed…
*This book contains strong language and explicit descriptions of sex.
He stopped right in front of me, his eyes narrowed. For a moment I thought I’d crossed
the line. He supported one hand against the door, just next to my head, and stared hard down at
me. His nearness was overwhelming as he towered over me, his tall frame placing me in shadow.
I raised my chin defiantly to return his stare and the back of my head touched the wooden door.
“Do you have a problem with working under me, Angelina?” he asked huskily, lowering
his face to an inch of my own, his dark-brown eyes flashing with heat.
My heart hammered loudly in my ears. My chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath I
took. I opened my mouth to reply, but I had no idea what to say. Did I have a problem working
under him? As we stood like this, I would have done anything just to be under him. To feel his
weight on top of me again, to have his hot, hard body next to my own . . . Oh, the bliss of those
memories made shivers of desire run through me.
Involuntarily, I lowered my gaze to his lips. They looked so soft, sensual and alluring,
making me wonder if they were still as sweet as I remembered. I must have closed my eyes, torn
between the past and the present, because in the next instant I felt his mouth seeking mine.
That first touch of our lips made me feel weightless, and in the same time my entire being
seemed to liquefy. I surrendered my mouth to his blindly, kissing him back with all the passion
that had burned inside me for a long, long time. When his tongue stroked mine I responded in
blissful abandonment, wondering vaguely if one could faint from pure pleasure.
He encircled my waist with one arm, pulling me close to his body, as he pressed me
against the door. My hands were tangled in his hair, drawing him closer, and he deepened the
kiss. Our bodies were glued, but not close enough, yearning for the intimacy that used to sparkle
and burn between us.
I stroked his cheeks, then his chest, frustrated by the barrier of clothes between us. When
he slid his hands to cup my bottom and pressed me to him, we both moaned. I could feel him
hard and rigid, and my hips pushed against him. We were drawn together like the opposite poles
of two powerful magnets, unable to fight the torrent of attraction that flooded each one of us.
Not long ago, to my surprised delight, somebody described me as being “charming, witty, supremely talented and dangerously fun”. I don’t know how accurate this description is, but I’m curious if the readers will find some of these features reflected in my writing. Speaking of my writing, I must mention that living in Romania – which is considered a projection of the enigmatic and much controversial Shambala, the supposed spiritual center of the Earth – is quite a source of inspiration. I have a native inclination to the occult and paranormal, to mystery and philosophy. The woman in me is a romantic and sensual creature. All these considered, I could describe my writing as being captivating, intriguing, sensual in places and, on the whole, a surreal experience. Enjoy!