Synopsis
The passion that burned between Livy and Miller in One Night: Promised may end up destroying them both in this new novel of overwhelming desire and shocking discoveries...
He's amazingly wealthy, sinfully gorgeous, and can bring her to heights of pleasure she's never before known. For Livy, there's no turning back. She's determined to be the light in Miller Hart's dark world. Yet this new life comes with a steep price...
Miller knows that the power he possesses hasn't come without sacrifices-but he won't let Livy be one of them. Though he wants nothing more than to have her in every way, his first duty is to protect her at all costs...from his sins, his enemies, and especially himself.
But as their insatiable affair intensifies, the two attract the attention of an obsessive-and dangerous-third party. Discovering new revelations about Miller that rock her to the core, Livy will have to decide whether he's ruined beyond repair. And he must face his fear that in order to save her, he may have to lose her after all...
He's amazingly wealthy, sinfully gorgeous, and can bring her to heights of pleasure she's never before known. For Livy, there's no turning back. She's determined to be the light in Miller Hart's dark world. Yet this new life comes with a steep price...
Miller knows that the power he possesses hasn't come without sacrifices-but he won't let Livy be one of them. Though he wants nothing more than to have her in every way, his first duty is to protect her at all costs...from his sins, his enemies, and especially himself.
But as their insatiable affair intensifies, the two attract the attention of an obsessive-and dangerous-third party. Discovering new revelations about Miller that rock her to the core, Livy will have to decide whether he's ruined beyond repair. And he must face his fear that in order to save her, he may have to lose her after all...
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Excerpt
I know I look out of place as I stand near
the gym entrance, clearly hesitant, and
looking a little overwhelmed. All the machines look like spaceships, hundreds
of buttons or levers on each one, and I
haven’t the first idea how to operate them. My one-hour induction last week did
a great job of distracting me, but the information and instructions fell
straight from my memory the second I left the exclusive fitness center. I scan
the area, fiddling with my ring, seeing masses of men and women pounding the
treadmills, going hell for leather on the bikes and pumping weights on huge
lifting devices. They all look like they know exactly what they’re doing.
In an attempt to blend in, I make my way over
to the water machine and gulp down a cup of ice water. I’m wasting time being
hesitant when I could be releasing some stress and anger. I spot a punching bag
hanging in the far corner with no one within ten meters of it, so I decide to
give it a try. There are no buttons or levers on that.
I help myself to the boxing gloves hanging on
the wall nearby. After securing the Velcro, I give the bag a little poke. I’m
surprised at how heavy it is. I inject some power into my weak arm and throw
some effort into my next hit. I grunt too, and the bag shifts significantly
this time, moving away from me and seeming to pause in midair before it’s on
its way back toward me. Fast. I panic and quickly pull back my fist, then
extend my arm to prevent being knocked to the ground. Shockwaves fly up my arm
when my glove connects with the bag, but it’s moving away from me again. I
smile and spread my legs a little, bracing myself for its return, then smack it
hard again, sending it sailing away from me.
My arm is aching already and I suddenly
realize I have two gloved hands so I pummel it with my left this time, smiling
wider, the impact of the bag on my fists feeling good. I’m breaking out in a
sweat, my feet are beginning to shift and my arms getting into a rhythm. My
shouts of satisfaction spur me on and the bag morphs into more than a bag. I’m
beating the shit out of it and loving every moment.
I don’t know how long I’m there, but when I
finally let up and take a moment to think, I’m drenched, my knuckles are sore
and my breathing erratic. I catch the bag and let it settle, then take a
cautious glance around the gym. No one is staring. I’ve gone totally unnoticed,
everyone focused on their own workout. I smile to myself and collect a cup of
water and a towel from the nearby shelf, wiping my brow as I make my way from
the huge room. For the first time in weeks, I feel prepared to take the day on.
I head toward the changing rooms, feeling
like a lifetime of stress and woes have just been knocked out of me. The urge
to go back in and pound for another hour is hard to resist, but I’m already at
risk of being late for work so I push on, thinking this could get addictive.
I’ll be back tomorrow morning, maybe even after work today, and I’ll thrash
that bag until there are no more traces of Miller Hart and the pain he’s caused
me.
I pass door after door, all with glass panes,
and peek into each class that’s in session—yoga, spinning, kickboxing. I might
try one or two. Or I could give them all a go.
As I’m passing the final door before the
women’s changing rooms, something catches my eye. It’s a punching bag swinging
from the ceiling hook, but no one’s in sight. I step closer to the door, then
gasp and jump back as someone comes into view, bare chested and barefoot. I
feel dizzy.
He has those shorts on, the ones he wore when
he was trying to make me comfortable. I’m shaking, but my shock doesn’t stop me
from peering back through the glass, just to check I wasn’t hallucinating. I
wasn’t. He’s here, his ripped physique mesmerizing. He looks violent as
he attacks the hanging bag like it’s a threat to his life, punishing it with
powerful punches and even more powerful kicks. His body weaves and dodges the
bag when it comes back at him. He looks like a pro. He looks like a fighter.
I’m frozen on the spot as I watch Miller move
around the hanging bag with ease, his fists wrapped in some kind of bandages,
his limbs delivering controlled, punishing blows time and time again. Who does
he see before him?
My mind spins, questions mounting, as I
quietly observe the refined, well-mannered, part-time gentleman become a man
possessed, that temper he has warned me about clear and present. But then I
retreat a pace when he suddenly grabs the bag with both hands and rests his
forehead on the leather, his body falling into the now subtle sway of the
punching bag. His back is dripping and heaving, and I see his solid shoulders
rise suddenly. Then he begins to turn toward the door. It happens in slow
motion. I’m rooted in place as his chest, slicked with a sheen of sweat, comes
into view and my eyes slowly crawl up his torso until I see his side profile.
He knows he’s being watched.
About the Author
Jodi Ellen Malpas was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, England, where she lives with her two boys. Working for her father’s construction business full time, she tried to ignore the lingering idea of writing until it became impossible. She wrote in secret for a long time before finally finding the courage to unleash her creative streak, and in October 2012 she released This Man. She took a chance on a story with some intense characters and sparked incredible reactions from women all over the world. Writing powerful love stories and creating addictive characters have become her passion - a passion she now shares with her devoted readers.
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