Nastasia Leokov has loved her brother’s best friend since
the very moment she met him. Understanding that she’ll never be anything more
to Viktor Nikulin than a treasure to guard, Nas sensibly hides her feelings.
But when she makes a brash decision to kiss him, everything changes.
That kiss. That hot, explosive, all-consuming kiss.
It haunts Vik. And suddenly, Nastasia Leokov isn’t just a teenage mob
princess.
No.
She is his. Undeniably. Indisputably.
An unbreakable connection. A hidden relationship. A lifetime of
firsts.
And yet, something is missing.
Nas desperately craves the one thing Vik has never offered her.
His heart.
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EXCERPT
I was tired. I was restless. I was irritated.
The trifecta of bitchiness.
So, when I saw him sitting at a table by himself, I stilled midstep, and my
annoyance grew.
Seriously?
Why, God?
How dare he look so good when I could barely find matching shoes this morning.
He brought his espresso up to his lips as he read from the newspaper he held in
his hands. I didn’t know why that got to me. Maybe because he looked so
effortlessly relaxed, and my fragmented mind was being split in a flurry of
puzzle pieces, none of which fit back into their original spaces.
My body rigid, my feet started moving, and they didn’t stop until I stood in
front of him with a cold expression that could’ve set off the next big freeze.
Before he even looked up at me, I hissed quietly, “This is my spot.”
Vik simply peered up at me with a furrowed brow. “No, it isn’t.”
Uh, excuse me? “Yes, it is. This is my spot. My café. You go get your
own.”
And his grin had my heart racing with anger. “Firstly, I brought you here, so
if we’re getting technical, you wouldn’t even know about this place if it
weren’t for me.”
My neck flushed.
Oh, right. I’d forgotten about that.
Feeling stupid, I huffed out a short breath, threw up my hands, and said,
“Fine. I’ll leave.”
As I turned to walk away, Vik’s hand shot out and gently but firmly circled my
wrist. I twisted back to find his gaze had darkened some, and he uttered,
“Stay.”
It wasn’t a plea nor a demand. I might’ve been delusional, but to my ears, it
sounded like a wish.
My rigid stance loosened mildly.
Only one word out of his mouth, but I felt the caress of it all over.
I peered down at that hand. It held me firmly as his obsidian gaze locked me
in. “I heard you’ve been spending time at Laredo’s. I know you’re smarter than
to try to get the attention of a particular Frenchman, so I won’t warn you
against it.” Those eyes sliced over the length of me. “You know better, don’t
you, baby?”
Every fiber of my being screamed to sit and stay, but the insecure part of me
told me to leave before we hurt each other. Against my better judgement, I sat
opposite him, and because I often had trouble keeping my mouth shut, I said
smugly, “Sounds like you might be jealous.”
The hand on my wrist flexed, and Vik held me down with his glacial gaze. “Wanna
test that theory?”
My chest squeezed.
My ego was a petty bitch and hooted loudly, all for it. My heart thought
nothing would be more romantic. But my brain, on the other hand, knew what Vik
plus jealousy was capable of. And it wasn’t pretty.
Don’t get me wrong. I was never the target of his anger when he got like that.
The men standing in his warpath, however, usually ended up with a split lip, a
broken nose, or a concussion, or all three. And after it was all done and
dusted, Vik would then take me home, take my mouth, and then take me roughly
against the nearest surface, all while maintaining eye contact.
Ugh. It was so fucking hot.
The memory had my knees snapping together under that table, trying in vain to
ignore the thrumming warmth that suddenly lit in my core.
Hmmm. Maybe we should test that theory after all.
No.
But—
Not a good idea.
My inner self pouted and called me a prude.
Not so smug anymore, I cleared my throat and asked, “What do you want from me,
Vik?”
Refusing to let go, his thumb gently caressed the sensitive spot at my inner
wrist, and without hesitation, he responded one word that shattered my resolve.
“Everything.”
The way he said it, with zero hesitation, had my heart aching. I wanted that
too. If only the stakes were even. If only he had as much to lose as I did. My
heart was on the line. I wasn’t sure if Vik even knew how to access his.
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AUTHOR BIO
Belle Aurora is thirty-something year old and was born in the land down
under.
At an early age she fell in love with reading. Boredom one summer had her
scouring the bookshelves at home. She stumbled across Sandra Brown’s Breath of
Scandal and fell in love with romance.
Having been brought up in a loud and boisterous family of Croatian descent, she
developed a natural love for dramatics and laughter. Only some years ago had
she discovered a new love.
Humorous romance novels.
So many authors had opened a brand new world where she could lose herself yet
feel safe and at home in their stories. Belle has been known to become a
screeching banshee while anxiously awaiting their newest titles.
Belle never thought she would write. It had never interested her until
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words Chapter One. And she fell in love.
With words.
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With a creative imagination she never knew she harbored.
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