For Adriane Graham,
the real question comes down to this: “Am I Alec Kaden’s guest…Or his
prisoner?”
If she’s a guest in the Kaden mansion, then it means Alec
has freed himself from his family ties to organized crime. It means he’s
telling the truth when he says he’s protecting Adriane from dangerous men and
they can shake off the shackles of haunted pasts.
…But…
If Adriane Graham is Alec Kaden’s prisoner, it means his
tenderness is simply a ruse to keep her under control; his kindness is just
poisoned hypocrisy. It means Alec is a cruel liar, and that somehow, by some
desperate way, she’s got to get out of this charming man’s well-guarded house before
it’s too late.
Is she Alec’s treasured guest? Or merely a pretty bird, trapped
in his gilded cage? The troubling questions pour like fountains…flowing…
Excerpt
I looked around to see a black
sedan creeping up behind me. I moved to get out of the way, barely on the
gravel. I kept walking and vaguely appreciated that the driver didn’t speed by
in impatience and kick up dirt and rocks. The car continued at the same careful
pace
Just as the passenger door was at
my arm’s length, the car stopped. I guessed the driver must be seeking
directions, and waited for a window to roll down. They had to be lost. I’d
never seen an unfamiliar car on this road. It was only used or even known about
by old residents of the neighborhood.
The back door opened, and a man
stepped out.
I caught a glimpse of his
tailored suit and overly straight posture as I glanced around, deciding if I
should keep walking, walk quickly...or bolt into the trees toward one of the
houses.
“It’s getting late,” he said.
“Would you care for a ride home before it gets too dark?”
His voice—it sounded vaguely
familiar. As I looked at him properly, part of my mind was distracted. His skin
was like white marble, sculpting a beautiful face, but hard, unchanging,
unyielding. Except his eyes. They were puddles in the stone, the only gentle
thing about him.
I stepped back.
He lurched forward and grabbed my
arm just above my elbow.
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About the Author
M.S. Kaye has several awards and published books under her
black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in
Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense
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