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Review will be posted on Sunday. Sorry for the delay. Unforseen family issues. updated 10/10/13
Title: Secrets and Sins: Malachim
Author: Naima Simone
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 2013
Imprint: Ignite Books an Entangled Publishing Imprint
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Looking like sin and smelling like trouble…
When Danielle Warren shows up on Boston attorney Malachim Jerrod’s doorstep looking for a job, his first thought is trouble. Well, actually his first thought is how does a woman with the face of a saint have the voice of a sex phone operator? But sexy trouble or not, he’s desperate for a paralegal to help keep his struggling law office afloat. Can the boss keep his distance from the silk of his employee’s skin, the siren lure of her body…or ignore the haunting vulnerability in her eyes.
She’s the last thing he needs…
Danielle’s name is not her own, but the new identity finally allows her to take control of her life, make her own decisions, and she refuses to allow anything—even an unwanted hunger for her new employer—to distract her. Distraction is as dangerous as the desire she spies in Malachim’s gaze and the need that renders her defenseless to his touch. But the shadowy figure stalking her every move and growing more violent by the day makes letting her guard down impossible.
But the only one he desires…
Danger is on the hunt, threatening the boss she’s falling in love with. Should she fight for the future of her dreams or flee to save Malachim’s life? Danielle must make a decision. Because her lies are unraveling. And some secrets can kill…
“Don’t ask me to just let you go,” Malachim braced himself for a scoff or brush-off as Danielle turned to him.
“He won’t stop, Mal,” she said. And the gentle note of resignation and—worse—resolve clawed at him. She shouldn’t be on the lam, running for her life, hiding like a rabbit in its hole, terrified to poke its head out lest the hunter spot it and blow it off. She deserved more than that empty, frightening existence. Never able to enjoy the simple things like comfort, security, and companionship. And all because of an obsessed, crazy asshole. “At least if I leave, it’ll draw him away from here, and if I’m careful enough, he won’t locate me again. But if I stay…” Again, she shook her head. “He won’t stop,” she repeated. Her sigh tore at his heart—then she placed a palm over the cavity. “I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for me.”
Shit. He closed his eyes. Just…shit.
“You’re like this life raft steadily drifting farther and farther away from me even as I’m swimming after you,” he murmured, palming the side of her head and covering the hand over his heart. “But I need you to listen to me and to understand.” He cupped her chin, tilted it back until her eyes stared into his. “I’m going to keep swimming. And keep protecting you. And keep fighting for you. I’m not Alex. I won’t jail you. I’ll never use selfish-ass excuses to justify hurting you. But what I won’t do is leave you. I’m going to stand for you like no one else has done.” He brushed a kiss across her mouth. Once. Twice. “And sweetheart, I’m a man of my word, too. Tell me you’ll stay…” She closed her eyes, and he didn’t demand she reopen them. Even if she ended up resenting him for his interference…he refused to watch her walk away from him. “Lie to me,” he whispered. After he held her…touched her…then he’d figure out a way to make the lie turn into truth. “Just lie to me and say yes.”
She leaned forward, rested her forehead on his collarbone, and her moist breath heated the skin under his T-shirt.
“Yes,” came her soft, muffled reply.
He wrapped her in his arms, clasping her to him. Her palms slid up his back, careful of his ribs, his bruises. Murmuring her name, he grazed the crown of her head with his lips. Her curls tickled his chin, caressed his mouth. He lifted his hands to the unruly mass of black silk. Scrunched the strands between his fingers, tangled all ten digits into the dark mane.
He lowered his head, sipped at her lips. Savored her clean, fresh-air-and-rain scent. She opened to him without the smallest prodding. Before he could slip all the way inside the moist cavern of her mouth, she met him, tangling her tongue with his. Rising on tiptoe to give even as she took.
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Naima Simone is a multi-published author in contemporary and erotic romance. She’s a member of RWA’s Southern Magic chapter, mother of the Dynamic Duo, lover of everything Vin Diesel and wife to the fabulous husband who tolerates this affair. Come visit Naima on her website, Facebook, Twitter and Goodreads.