Didn’t
I Warn You?
Bad for You #1
Bad for You #1
By: Amber A. Bardan
Releasing
April 18, 2016
Carina Press//Harlequin AU
Carina Press//Harlequin AU
Blurb
Not
everything dangerous is bad.
From the moment Angelina laid eyes on
him, she fell into a fantasy. Mysterious, foreign, gorgeous, Haithem offered
her what she needed most—a chance to feel again.
But Haithem is much more than he
appears to be. He lives in a world of danger where everything comes at a price.
For Angelina, that price is her
future.
He's made sure the life she's left
behind is in tatters. Made her family believe she's dead. Still, he talks about
protecting her, about keeping her safe, but she can't distinguish his truth
from his lies. She can't separate her pleasure from his betrayal.
Haithem warned her. He told her he'd make
her heart race, her body come alive and her most primal needs rush to the
surface. His for the taking.
He didn't say she'd come to love the
devil who's destroying her, even as he keeps her prisoner.
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Author Info
After spending years imagining fictional
adventures, Amber Bardan finally found a way to turn
daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fueled
adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
She lives with her husband and children
in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she
might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
Amber is an award winning writer,
Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia,
Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
Long fingers
close around my throat. Not squeezing, not hurting, but commanding. I look at
him. This man I love. This devil I adore. He’s gorgeous—dark hair, darker eyes,
olive skin, body and features all chiseled hardness. But that’s not what makes
my veins jump under his hand. That’s not what makes my skin slick with sweat.
There’s more
to this man than meets the eye.
His thumb
strokes my pulse, gleaning secrets right out of my blood. His mouth curls to
the side, forming a smile that reveals he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Didn’t I
warn you, Angel,” he says, and his thumb moves up to my chin, “that it’s not a
good idea to love me?”
My pulse
leaps from erratic to chaotic. I can’t answer, only listen in horrified
fascination to what I know will come next.
He traces the
groove below my bottom lip. “Didn’t I warn you my love would be bad?”
Shivers run
hot then cold over my skin.
“Didn’t I
tell you, you’d pay for my heart?” He touches my mouth, dragging my bottom lip
down.
My body
sings, my blood hums right down to my womb. I can’t resist him. He did warn me.
He truly did. But I was greedy. I wanted him anyway.
I didn’t
understand how bad he could be.
He’s the
devil. Tempting me with what I desire most. Luring me to an irresistible
destruction. A destruction I’m so close to I can smell it—taste it—touch it.
Pain grips me, my insides bruise with it. My family believes I’m dead. The life
I’ve left behind lies in tatters because of him. Because he keeps me.
He won’t let
me go.
He tilts my
face, brushing his cheek against my ear. “I promise it will be worth it.” His
stubble chafes my earlobe, stinging and electrifying. I’ve felt those bristles
scrape against my neck, my breasts, my thighs. There’s not an inch of me that
hasn’t felt the sweet torture of their abrasion. “Can’t you see it?” he asks.
“The future where you’re mine?”
My eyelids
drift shut. I know it’s only the hand cradling my face that’s holding me up. I
can see that future. I see it with fluorescent intensity. Life with the lights
turned on. Life where living means more than existing. For everything he’s
taken from me, he’s given me back more. He breathed a soul back into me.
Without it, without him, I’d be a walking corpse.
I see our
future. I ache for it, yearn for it, despise myself for it.
“Say it,
Angel. Say, Haithem, I’m yours.”
For all
intents and purposes, I’m a prisoner—captive—perhaps even a slave. Because I
have no choices but the ones he gives me. Yet, he gives me this choice—or at
least the illusion of a choice—to choose him.
To love him.
As if making
a choice had ever been an option. The moment I met him, I may as well have been
branded.
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ReplyDeleteCrystal, Tasty Book Tours
A fantastic prologue.
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