The final installment of Unleashed. Bombs will be dropped. Declan I don't let things slip through my fingers. I clutch them to me fast and never let go. The more I desire something, the harder I drive to get it. I fight for what I want, and what I want is Kara Brooks. She wants to run away. I don’t blame her. It’s probably the smart thing to do. She can run, but she can’t hide. I don’t know how this is all going to end. But I do know that sh*t is about to go down. And when it goes down, it’s going to go down big. Kara I've let him break my heart. Twice. The first time I was 18. Back then, I could blame him. I was just a kid and he played games with my heart. Now, I have no one to blame but myself. Sometimes I think that's what hurts the most. Other times, I know that's not the worst. The worst pain of all comes from his betrayal. I have to move on. I need to focus on getting my life back on track, setting out far, far away from Declan Hunt. During the daylight hours, I know I have plenty to keep me busy. It’s the nights I’m worried about. How am I going to make it through all those long, dark hours when the memories of our scorching hot nights together are so close I can practically taste them? Every time I close my eyes, it’s his face I see, his fingers I feel, his heat making me quiver and moan. I should hate it, resent the power he still wields over me. Instead, I never want it to end.
“Kara.” The voice, gravelly and low, emerged from the darkness. I gasped, stumbling back and hitting a bale of hay. Had I imagined it? Flustered, I pressed my guilty hands down by my sides. “Who’s there?” My voice shook and no one answered. Had my sanity finally snapped, merging memory with reality here in the dark? Then Declan emerged from the shadows like a memory sprung to life. “Declan?” I cried out and clasped my hand over my open mouth, shocked and mortified. How long had he been there? Had he seen me? “I remember what I did to you here that summer six years ago.” He stepped closer and spoke in a low, sizzling voice. “In this barn, and in my cabin. I remember it like it was yesterday.” Backing up against the wall, I froze. I knew I should run. I needed to get away from him. But my feet stayed fixed to the floor. He looked like hell, dark shadows under his eyes, rough stubble on his chiseled cheeks. A far cry from the debonair man I’d last seen in the New York hotel, he looked like a tortured soul. He came closer. “Do you remember what I did to you here, Kara? Were you thinking about it?” He whispered now, standing near. A deep sound came from my throat, caught. I couldn’t move but couldn’t meet his eyes. He looked haggard and wild. I knew I should yell at him, push him away, but instead I wanted to bring my hand up to his hair and smooth its tousle. His eyes looked haunted. “Declan, please!” I pleaded. I needed to leave. I couldn’t think with this man near me. “What are you doing here?” “I came to find you, Kara.”
Callie Harper writes contemporary romances so hot they may melt your ebook. You’ve been warned.
She is powered by coffee, wickedly sexy bad boys, and all things funny, intentional or otherwise. She is the author of OFF LIMITS to be released 12/15 and the BEG FOR IT series which will start being released in January 2016.
She lives in the gorgeous Bay Area with her family.
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