Blurb:
Dark.
Powerful. Dangerous.
Philip Murphy has all of Chicago under his thumb. Except me.
We met in a perfect storm of violence and lust. He saved me and then disappeared from my life. Now I pretend I never knew that kind of darkness. I focus on midterms and campus parties, as if they can wipe the slate clean.
Then he turns up outside my dorm room--wounded and barely conscious. He's the head of a criminal empire, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.
I can help him, but I can't fall for him.
Not again.
Philip Murphy has all of Chicago under his thumb. Except me.
We met in a perfect storm of violence and lust. He saved me and then disappeared from my life. Now I pretend I never knew that kind of darkness. I focus on midterms and campus parties, as if they can wipe the slate clean.
Then he turns up outside my dorm room--wounded and barely conscious. He's the head of a criminal empire, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.
I can help him, but I can't fall for him.
Not again.
Excerpt:
The sound came again, louder. A
shiver ran through me. It was coming from outside the room, but not from either
side. It was coming from the door.
I crept over and looked out the
peephole. An empty hallway bulged in the distorted lens.
Now I was doubting myself. Had I
actually heard something? Maybe it had come from the dorm room across the hall.
When I first moved here, it had been shortly after my “ordeal,” as my adoptive
mother called it. I had jumped at every sound, both real and imagined, more
traumatized by my brush with danger than I’d wanted to admit.
My gaze snapped to my phone.
I could call my adoptive mother
right now, but I knew she wouldn’t want to be bothered. I could call the
building management, but I knew what would happen. The same thing that had
happened last time I called them. They’d send my floor advisor to check on me.
If there was anything scary in this hallway, she’d have to face it first.
And if there wasn’t anything
scary, if it was my imagination again, the PTSD I didn’t want to acknowledge,
well then everyone would know how fucked up I was inside.
No, I had to be overreacting.
This was nothing. There was no one in the hallway. And even if there was, it
would be some drunk guy, passed out on the wrong floor.
I’m a normal college student, I
reminded myself. I’m not afraid of anything.
Both of those things were lies, I
was neither normal nor brave, but at least I could send a drunk frat boy on his
way.
I opened the door a crack.
Nothing.
Relief filled me, and I opened
the door wider.
A body slid inside, slumped over
without the door to support him. A short scream escaped me before I caught
myself.
He was wearing a three-piece suit
stained with blood, his expression slack, eyes glassy with pain and delirium.
Philip.
Oh God, he was hurt. Really badly
hurt if he couldn’t stand up. Horribly hurt if he’d ever have come to me of all
people. I didn’t have time to process the shock of it, of seeing him again. I
had to get him out of sight. If he’d been injured like this, someone was after
him. Someone would want to finish the job.
“Come inside,” I whispered
urgently, pulling his arm.
All that earned me was a weak
groan.
Panic beat in my chest. Was he
losing consciousness? Was he dying?
I managed to sling his heavy arm
over my shoulders, staggering under even that much weight. Christ. Awake he was
pure packed power. Half-conscious and injured, he was like a pile of steel
bars—unmovable and unwieldy.
“I’ll never forgive you if you
die on my doorstep,” I said.
Something like a grunt escaped
him—it might have been a laugh. Either way, he surged up, tapping into some
deep well of energy or survival instinct. His effort and all my strength pushed
us through the doorway and into my dorm room. It had seemed small before. Now
it seemed tiny as we bumped into walls and staggered to the bed.
I wanted to lay him down gently,
careful with his wounds, but in the end we both fell under his weight, tangled
on the bed in a heap of exhausted limbs. With a coarse shove I managed to get
him on his back so I could shut the door.
The hallway was just as empty as
when I’d found him. There was a little smear of blood on the doorjamb. It
turned a mottled brown when I wiped it with my shirt.
That would have to be good enough
for now.
I just hoped no one had followed
him. I just hoped no one found him.
And I really hoped no one found
me.
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2: Liz Gavin's Blog
3: Read Your Writes
4: Ali - The Dragon Slayer
5: Behind Closed Doors
6: Blog of author Jacey Holbrand
7: BooksChatter
8: Coffee Books and Art
9: Cover2Cover
10: Dena Garson-Real... Hot... Romance
11: Dori Lavelle Blog
12: DRB1stChp Blog
13: Erzabet's Enchantments REVIEW
14: EskieMama Reads
15: Fiction Conviction Book Blog
16: fuonlyknew
17: Harps Romance Book Review REVIEW
18: Houston Havens
19: Independent Authors
20: Jen's Reading Obsession
21: Jeri's Book Attic
22: Lilly's Book World
23: Lisa Haselton's Reviews and Interviews
24: Love, Lust and Lipstick Stains
25: Musings of a Reader
26: Natural Bri REVIEW
27: OMGReads
28: Punya Reviews...
29: Readeropolis
30: RhiReading
31: Romance Author Hear Me Roar
32: Romance Novel Giveaways
33: Romance Writer and Lover of Books...Vikki Vaughte
34: Room With Books
35: Sharing Links and Wisdom
36: Southern Yankee Book Reviews REVIEW
37: StarAngels Reviews
38: Stormy Nights Reviewing & Bloggin'
39: Stormy Vixen's Book Reviews
40: The Avid Reader
41: Tina Donahue Books - Heat with Heart
42: Tory Richards
43: Underneath the Covers
44: Wake Up Your Wild Side
45: Wendi Zwaduk ~ Romance to Make Your Heart Race
46: Writer Wonderland
47: Long and Short Reviews
Author Bio and Links:
Skye Warren is the New York Times
bestselling author of dark romance such as Wanderlust and Prisoner. Praised as
a “true mistress of dark erotica”, her books have been featured in Jezebel,
Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes
her home in Texas with her loving family, four dogs, and one evil cat.
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