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ENTRAPMENT continues the epic new romantic suspense series INFIDELITY, featuring Lennox "Nox" Demetri, Alexandria "Charli" Collins, the Montagues, and the Demetris. The thrills, heat, and suspense continue to add up... One chance meeting plus... One sexy, possessive alpha and one spunky, determined heroine plus... One week of uncontainable, unbridled passion plus... One impulsive decision times... Two declarations of love divided by... The sum of intertwining pasts, lies, and broken rules equals... ENTRAPMENT "Infidelity - it isn't what you think" Don't miss this latest novel in the Infidelity series from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig. The classic twists, turns, deceptions, and devotions will have readers on the edge of their seats, discovering answers that continue to pose questions. Be ready to swoon one minute and scream the next. Have you been Aleatha'd? ENTRAPMENT is the fourth of five full-length novels in the INFIDELITY series: Betrayal, Cunning, Deception, Entrapment, and Fidelity. *This series does not advocate nor does it condone cheating. Amazon US | Amazon UK | iBooks | B&N | PrintFrom ENTRAPMENT, Chapter ONE By: Aleatha Romig Copyrighted by Aleatha Romig Alexandria THE CAR SLOWED as the large iron gate moved to the side. I fought the urge to look through the back window to see if Clayton and Deloris were still behind the limousine. I feared that if I did, I’d alert Alton. “They won’t be allowed in,” he said with more than a hint of disdain. “Ever.” My heart sank as I turned to the back window and watched the gate close. The limousine’s tires bounced against the long driveway as we moved beneath the giant oak trees. “When we enter the manor,” he continued, “go directly to my office. Suzy and Bryce will be there. I have a few things to discuss with the front guards. Remember what I said. Your refusals and disrespectful tone are done. Don’t make me refocus your attention again.” I fought the nausea twisting in my gut as the car came to a stop on the circular cobblestone driveway. Before the door opened, Alton leaned closer, his hand once again on my knee. “In each directive, Alexandria, I want you to ask yourself two questions.” His words were heavy chains, securing my obedience as well as my captivity. I didn’t dare speak for if I did, I’d surely say something I’d regret, something to cause him to refocus me. “Ask yourself,” he went on, “do I want to see my mother? And do I want her to get better?” The door opposite me opened, flooding the interior with light. Though it came with a blast of warm Georgia autumn air, my flesh prickled with a familiar chill. Before I could move or speak, Alton squeezed my knee. “I’m waiting.” Swallowing the bile, I replied, “I want to see her and I want her better.” “Very well. Remember that.” He motioned for me to get out first. Lowering my sunglasses over my eyes, I accepted Brantley’s hand. “Welcome home, Miss Alexandria.” Not acknowledging his words, I looked up and up toward the tall walls filled with windows. There was no need to correct the name Brantley had used to address me. Instead, I forced myself forward, step by step, as my flat shoes moved over the cobblestone toward the opening front door.![]() ![]() ![]() Amazon | Amazon UK | B&N | iBooks |Kobo ![]() iBooks | Amazon | B & N | Kobo ![]() Amazon US | Amazon UK | iBooks![]()
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