Synopsis: Book #2 in the Forbidden series…
I thought he was the one. I thought we were headed someplace great. I didn’t know anything.
My mystery man is no longer such a mystery. He’s still commanding and headstrong, playing my body and mind like an instrument, but I’m finding there are layers to him I never could have dreamed. What I’ve learned since that fateful night in his apartment has me reeling. Now, though, the truth has taken a backstage to other, more pressing matters.
While I struggle to make a choice that will determine the direction of my future, lies that I thought had been carefully hidden away are coming to light. My head is such a mess I don’t know what’s up or down anymore. Will I be able to sort it all out, or will the life I’ve worked so hard to build come crashing down in a pile of secrets and lies?
My heart stalls for a moment, pausing for dramatic effect as I witness Rebel stride in. He’s dressed to kill. Me. He’s dressed to kill me. I’ve gotten so used to the idea of seeing him in a business suit and tie that I’ve begun to associate the two with each other.
Rebel is wearing a black and white checkered button-down that clings to his well-muscled physique, sleeves rolled upto his elbows showing off sexy toned forearms, and tucked into a pair of black jeans that hug his powerful thighs. His dark hair is slicked back off his forehead, and I lose the ability to think clearly from just the sight of him.
It’s instant, burning attraction. Once again, I am reminded of why I chose him in the first place. Rebel’s head swivels in our direction, and when he sees me, he smirks. It’s a slow tilt of his lips, filled with arrogance and raw sexuality. Instantly, my heart rate kicks into high gear, hammering against my ribcage.
Ransom doesn’t miss the exchange.
“Glad to see you could make it,” Ransom greets him. I half expect him to be upset, but he’s not. If anything, he appears happy to see his brother.
In two long, heavy strides Rebel crosses into the dining room, his shoulders rolling with each step. He looks dangerous. The kind of guy a girl would steer clear of if she saw him on the street, but the kind of guy she’d look for if she was in the market for a little hot and sweaty fun.
Standing between these two men, I am keenly aware of their differences. Ransom, dressed in a sensible pair of blue jeans and t-shirt, is relaxed and easygoing. His outside appearance speaks for itself. Confidence pours off him in buckets, but instead of being obnoxious, it gives him an easy grace that is incredibly attractive. He’s charming and alluring and there’s just something about him that screams family man.
Rebel holds that same confidence, but with a deeper, darker edge. It’s as if he knows he can have anything and anyone he wants, and he’ll exploit it in a snap. He’s the kind of guy that will knock you down and fuck you, and then he’ll walk out of your life without explanation or apology. He’s the kind of man you have fun with, but that’s all.
Despite being identical twins, these two couldn’t be any more opposite. I’m reminded of the ancient myth regarding King Solomon. It’s as if someone took a baby and split it down the middle, creating two halves of a whole—the good and evil twin. It’s not hard for me to figure out which one is which.
To my surprise, Rebel picks up a stack of cloth napkins and begins neatly folding them. I pause to watch him, stunned that someone so tough can do such delicate work. Within minutes, he’s laid out five perfectly folded napkins that look like they belong tucked inside a men’s suit breast pocket.
“You’re really good at that,” I tell him.
His black gaze flies up to meet mine. My insides ripple with a touch of fear and arousal and it disturbs me how quickly I respond to him. “I’m good at a lot of other things, too.”
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Synopsis: WARNING: Dance for Me is the first book in a trilogy and ends with a cliffhanger. Due to mature material, it is recommended for ages 17+.
What if the person who stole your heart wasn’t who you thought they were?
When my parents passed away, I grew up fast. Learning to stand on my own two feet has been a challenge, but I’m making it… my way. I make no apologies for the path I’ve chosen. My choices have served me well, but no one knows the real me.
Except one man.
He’s a mystery to me. He’s controlling, demanding, and he has me wrapped around his little finger. Anything he wants, I’ll give it to him. The hours we share together aren’t about love. It’s just sex. Hot, dirty, passionate sex. It was never supposed to be anything more than that.
Until everything changed.
Now, I’m more confused than ever. The more I learn about him, the less I seem to understand. What I do know is that I’m falling, and I have the feeling when I land, it’s going to hurt.
About J.C. Valentine
USA Today Bestselling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.
She lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.