The wait is over. PASSION is now available at all major retailers!
Whether you love sexy, hard-hitting romantic suspense, or just can’t get enough of those irresistible Wilde siblings, Passion is the book you’ve been waiting for.
Ariel is running for her life and only Matteo can save her. But there are secrets about her past even she doesn’t know, and for once Matteo doesn’t have all the answers. As the threats surrounding them mount—and the tension between blazes white hot—far more than their hearts are at stake.
Want a taste? Here’s a small sample of what’s in store:
He drove fast, this man called Matteo, or at least that was how it seemed to Ariel.
She probably wasn’t the best judge of what did and didn’t constitute fast driving.
The fact was, she couldn’t recall riding in a car or driving one.
No. Not true. She remembered arriving at the hospital in an ambulance. Other than that, she really couldn’t recall much of anything, and no, she wasn’t going to go there because she knew what would happen, that panic would suck the breath from her lungs.
Not being able to remember anything, anything about yourself was more than terrifying, it was—it was as if you’d died but you didn’t yet know it.
“Are you warm enough?”
She turned toward him. Matteo. Was he of Spanish origin? Italian? His name was surely not American, and he was dark-haired, but he had green eyes. Amazingly green eyes.
Smile, she told herself, but her lips were so dry she couldn’t really pull them back against her teeth.
“Yes,” she said quickly. Too quickly. She knew it instantly; she heard the wobble in her voice, heard the lie. “I’m-m f-fine.”
Big improvement. Her voice didn’t just wobble this time. Her teeth chattered.
“I know it’s cold in here,” he said. “I’ve turned the heat up all the way. Just give it a couple of minutes.”
She nodded and burrowed deeper into the blanket. She wasn’t just cold, she was freezing, but she suspected it wasn’t because of the temperature. She’d been ice-cold since the accident, well, since coming to consciousness in the hospital after the accident. One of the nurses had even commented on it, trying to turn the coldness of her hands and feet into a little joke that she suspected had been meant to try and inject some normalcy into an abnormal situation.
“Cold hands, warm heart,” the nurse had said, and at Ariel’s blank look, she’d added, “It’s an old saying.”
Maybe, but Ariel suspected the coldness was the result of fear. Bone-deep fear.
In fact, that was the one and only thing she did know about herself.
She was terrified.
And she had no idea of who or what or why.
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Let yourself go WILDE!