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Release date: July 30, 2019
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Blurb:
Adelina Ricci was a job, until she became much more. I was tasked to protect her, but I failed. Now she is in the hands of the enemy, and this time, she doesn’t want saving. She’s going to marry him.
We’re bound in a tangled web of loyalty and lies, betrayal and longing. She needs to avenge her fathers death. I just need her.
A princess in a tower. A hero without a cause. A love that may ruin them both.
Leave me or love me?
EXCERPT:
I slide the heavy card from inside the envelope. As soon as my eyes land on the words, a foreign sensation settles behind my ribs, an ache that I wasn’t ready for.
You are invited to the wedding of Adelina Ricci and Enrique Bianchi.
She’s doing it. She’s going to marry him. My heart lurches in a way that steals the breath from my lungs. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to perform the basic act of breathing in and out. I count to ten, but it does nothing because all I see is Adelina…with him. I remember her face in my dream, so broken, so sad. I imagine that’s what she’ll look like as she walks down the aisle in virginal white. Or maybe she’ll smile, knowing that one day she gets to kill Enrique Bianchi. One day…after he’s defiled her. That rage that is my ever-present companion breaks free, turning my vision red. I can’t control or leash whatever this is. My emotions pour from me in a torrent, swirling in a violent vortex of hate, regret, and pure, unbridled anger.
Tossing the invite to the ground, I turn, clenching and releasing my fists in a bid to gain control. I can’t. Before my mind has fully registered the movement, my hand drives into the wall, over and over until my knuckles crunch and bleed and the plaster cracks. My heart pounds against my ribs so hard I’m practically choking on it as the drumbeat ricochets through my entire body. Bracing my hand against the wall, I drop my head forward and squeeze my eyes closed. Pain slowly filters back in, and I grit my teeth and clutch my stomach. That lacerated liver is making itself known.
“Still think there’s nothing to talk about?” Una asks quietly.
Trapped in my own head, I’d almost forgotten Una standing there. Watching me. I say nothing, both ashamed and alarmed by my irrational loss of control. I slowly turn to face her.
She tilts her head to the side, assessing, probing. “You love her.”
I snort because the notion is entirely ridiculous. I don’t even know what love is. And I certainly don’t know what this is. “No. I respect her.”
Her gaze drifts past me to the cracked plaster. “The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” She folds her arms over her chest. “I’ve never seen you like this, and I’m worried.”
That’s because I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never lost control in my life, even in the very worst situations. Everything about Adelina drives me to volatile actions. I wish I could just forget she ever existed. Cut her out like diseased flesh before she taints everything she touches. But I think it’s too late for that. I’m already infected; I can feel it spreading like a virus.
EXCERPT:
I slide the heavy card from inside the envelope. As soon as my eyes land on the words, a foreign sensation settles behind my ribs, an ache that I wasn’t ready for.
You are invited to the wedding of Adelina Ricci and Enrique Bianchi.
She’s doing it. She’s going to marry him. My heart lurches in a way that steals the breath from my lungs. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to perform the basic act of breathing in and out. I count to ten, but it does nothing because all I see is Adelina…with him. I remember her face in my dream, so broken, so sad. I imagine that’s what she’ll look like as she walks down the aisle in virginal white. Or maybe she’ll smile, knowing that one day she gets to kill Enrique Bianchi. One day…after he’s defiled her. That rage that is my ever-present companion breaks free, turning my vision red. I can’t control or leash whatever this is. My emotions pour from me in a torrent, swirling in a violent vortex of hate, regret, and pure, unbridled anger.
Tossing the invite to the ground, I turn, clenching and releasing my fists in a bid to gain control. I can’t. Before my mind has fully registered the movement, my hand drives into the wall, over and over until my knuckles crunch and bleed and the plaster cracks. My heart pounds against my ribs so hard I’m practically choking on it as the drumbeat ricochets through my entire body. Bracing my hand against the wall, I drop my head forward and squeeze my eyes closed. Pain slowly filters back in, and I grit my teeth and clutch my stomach. That lacerated liver is making itself known.
“Still think there’s nothing to talk about?” Una asks quietly.
Trapped in my own head, I’d almost forgotten Una standing there. Watching me. I say nothing, both ashamed and alarmed by my irrational loss of control. I slowly turn to face her.
She tilts her head to the side, assessing, probing. “You love her.”
I snort because the notion is entirely ridiculous. I don’t even know what love is. And I certainly don’t know what this is. “No. I respect her.”
Her gaze drifts past me to the cracked plaster. “The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” She folds her arms over her chest. “I’ve never seen you like this, and I’m worried.”
That’s because I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never lost control in my life, even in the very worst situations. Everything about Adelina drives me to volatile actions. I wish I could just forget she ever existed. Cut her out like diseased flesh before she taints everything she touches. But I think it’s too late for that. I’m already infected; I can feel it spreading like a virus.
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About the Author:
Website: www.lplovell.co.uk
Facebook: www.facebook.com/lplovellauthor
Twitter: @Authorlplovell
Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England.
She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.
Lauren is a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
LP loves to hear from readers so please get in touch.
Twitter: @Authorlplovell
Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England.
She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.
Lauren is a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
LP loves to hear from readers so please get in touch.
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