Title: IT’S NOT OVER
Author: Grahame Claire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: August 3th
About It’s Not Over:
I have two lives.
One with the woman who owns me. The other tied to a past I can’t escape.
For eight years, I kept them separate, knowing one day their collision was inevitable.
That day has come.
She’ll have to accept it.
He has two lives.
A beautiful one with me. Another shrouded in ugly secrets.
It didn’t matter, until now.
I don’t know why he’s destroyed us,
But fighting for him will be the battle of my life.
It’s not over.
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And why the hell did he look like he just walked off a runway? Hands shoved in his pockets. A suit that hung on his broad frame like it was made for him. Dark hair mussed by the wind.
But those eyes…shrewd, yet pleasure evident in them as I approached. My heart stuttered, but my strides were fluid instead of betraying the slight tremor in my legs.
“We weren’t properly introduced,” he said as he closed the distance between us.
“Ever consider there’s a reason for that?”
He grinned, and I looked down at my clothes to make sure they hadn’t evaporated on the spot. Lord knew I felt like ripping them off.
“You don’t strike me as a runner.”
What the hell? Maybe I didn’t work out religiously—okay, at all—but I was in damn good shape. I lifted my chin. “Well, you strike me as a stalker.”
His eyes danced, but his mouth quirked down as if the accusation was a foreign one and he didn’t quite know what to do with it.
“Would you believe I happened to be in the neighborhood? Wanted to hear that Southern drawl again?”
“Not a chance.” I lifted my chin, and his eyes raked down the column of my neck. I flexed my fingers so as not to touch the skin where his look had singed me. I couldn’t do this. Feel whatever this was. “You’ve said hello. Now, I have work to do.”
I spun, and he caught me by the elbow. His breath on my ear raised every hair on my body. “See. A runner.”
Was he insinuating I was a coward? I whirled back around to set him straight and immediately regretted it. His face was inches from mine. I held my breath to keep from burying my nose in his suit. No one should smell that good. Not without a warning.
“I hope this isn’t your usual approach with women.”
Fuck him and that gorgeous smile. It lit his whole face and made him even more impossibly handsome.
“They usually approach me.”
I rolled my lips together. “That explains a lot.”
“Don’t you want to know why I’m here?” His voice was so low that I leaned in closer to hear him. Another mistake. I was too close, all in his personal space.
“You want a proper introduction.” I thrust my hand out, creating some distance. “Vivian DeGraw. Though you already know that. Now goodbye.”
His fingers clasped my hand and squeezed. He didn’t shake, just held me in place. “Daniel Elliott. And this most definitely isn’t goodbye.”
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