His Lying Eyes (available now from Liquid Silver)

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On a cold day in September, Olivia Jacobs’ life changes forever. Her father, a big-time drug-lord, has made an enemy. And that enemy won’t stop until her father is taken down, even if that means kidnapping his only daughter.

The bad situation becomes so much worse when Olivia realizes the identity of this enemy. Zach Marsden—the man she used to call her lover. As soon as she sees his face, she knows she’s in trouble. Because if anyone can make her forget herself, it’s this man.

Zach hates that Olivia has to be dragged into this mess. Not only does it hurt to see her in so much pain, but having her around is a sure-fire way to make him screw up this mission. There’s no way he can keep his hands off her, especially when she reacts to willingly to his touch. He only hopes that he can keep his mouth shut, because whatever happens, Olivia can never know the truth.

She thought she could give him her body without giving her heart…

This was a nightmare. It had to be.
Olivia shifted on the sofa. The rope around her wrists dug in so hard it cut off her circulation. The musty smell of the basement rose up her nostrils and the dust-drenched air made her eyes itch. She swallowed. If she’d thought her throat was dry and scratchy this morning, it was a hundred times worse now.

She kept her eyes on the ground. The floor was concrete–no carpet or linoleum to make it seem less like a dungeon. She felt as if she was staring into a pit of nothingness, plunged into a great black hole where life ceased. The dramatic thought provoked a bubble of laughter within her, but it was swiftly overtaken by the urge to sob. She swallowed it down and continued to stare at the floor so hard that the room became hazy.

Long minutes ticked by as she tried to lose herself in her imagination. Maybe concentrating on the restaurant or the book she kept meaning to read would help ease the anxiety. Yet she couldn’t block out the stifling surroundings. Or the fact that he was standing only a few meters away. Her eyes automatically darted to where he lounged at the opposite end of the room but she quickly retrained her focus on the ground. She wasn’t ready to deal with him just yet and she was perversely grateful to him for leaving her alone.

How could he be behind this? It was Zach, for Christ’s sake! How could he be doing this to her? Another bubble of laughter rose in her chest, quickly diminished by a rush of nausea. Dizziness washed over her and she tasted bile at the back of her throat.

When she’d first laid eyes on him out in the yard, the joyous relief that had filled her heart had nearly brought her to her knees. Zach. He was here to save her.

However, within seconds the truth had dawned. He wasn’t here to rescue her from the big bad men. It was him who would keep her locked away in this dark, dank hell.

A low shuffle signaled his approach. Her breathing quickened and every muscle in her body tensed. No, she wasn’t ready for this. Out of the corner of her eye, she observed him as his body closed in on her. Taking his time. His usual lazy stride. She blinked back tears of horror and devastation. That he could do this to her…of all people…

“Don’t come any closer.” Her words were sharp and clear, despite the fact that her limbs were shaking so bad.

He stopped in his tracks at her order. She strove to gather control of her body but he was still too close. Her throat closed over and she gasped for breath. Her lungs heaved for oxygen but weren’t able to get it.

“Liv…”

She shook her head furiously. All she needed to do was relax. If he’d just leave her alone for a couple of minutes…

But he wasn’t going anywhere. She could feel his eyes on her, could almost hear the whirring of his brain as he tried to figure out what to do. The shortness of breath was getting too much for her to deal with. Barely able to breath, she leaned forward, trying to get the blood to her head. Tears pricked her eyes. Oh God, what if I suffocate?

When the tears began to pour down her cheeks and the hyperventilating intensified, he was beside her in seconds. Despite her previous assertions that she wanted him nowhere near her, she couldn’t help but feel relief when the comforting warmth of his large hand rested at her back. “Easy,” he was saying, his voice distant as she fought to remain conscious. “Just breathe.”

Closing her eyes, she focused on his words. Breathe, Olivia, just breathe. He held a glass to her lips and she drank. Damn, she’d been thirsty. The moment the cool water trickled down her throat, her throat muscles relaxed.

She gulped until the last drop slid into her mouth. Pulling away, she breathed deep before opening her eyes. What she saw propelled her heart rate skyward yet again.

He’d bent down on one knee before her and was leaning in so close the clean woody smell of his cologne filled her head. His hand still pressed against her back, its heat warming her skin. Mere inches separated them. Those dark eyes stared straight into hers. He looked at her the same way he always did, as if he could read her mind. The thought unnerved her to say the least.

She forced herself to blink, breaking the spell. Leaning back as far as she could with her wrists bound behind her, she tried to put some distance between them.

He never moved from the ground. He remained on his knees, still leaning slightly forward as he scrutinized her face. She closed her eyes but could feel the intensity of his gaze on her skin.

Then he spoke. “Are you all right?”

What the hell? The question, the stupid question, sent anger hurtling through her veins. Her eyes snapped open and the expectancy in his told her he’d asked the stupid question to get a response. She didn’t care that he was manipulating her. After the long spell of feeling numb, scared and crazy, warm fury was welcome.

“You bastard,” she ground out, finding her voice. “You fucking bastard.”