Krista Inglewood’s addiction runs deep;
she can't survive without a regular fix. Her Talisman bracelet, stolen when she
was a child, was the only thing that ever kept the craving at bay. Until she
meets Matty. He sneaks under her defenses and calms the incessant noise in her
head.
Matty knows Krista is bad news, but he can’t get enough of
her. His first instinct is to help, but when he learns her addiction is linked
to the sickness crippling his sister, he has to face the ugly truth.
Finding her missing
Talisman may be the only thing that can save Krista.
Excerpt
It
was late, and my head spun with all the information Alex had shared. When he
went to join Sylvie in bed, I slipped outside for some fresh air. Make that
fucking-freezing air. The end of November was cold in Britain anyway, but here,
in a remote part of North Wales, it felt bitter. We were close to the sea, and
I’d naively thought the climate would be mild, but instead it was the kind of
damp that seeped into your bones. I made a mental note to buy a down-filled jacket
or stay indoors. That would work too.
When
I stepped farther away from the house, out of the immediate range of the
security lights, I finally saw the night sky and stopped in my tracks. I came
from Manchester, where the only kind of Milky Way on offer was a chocolate bar.
Here, the sky was so bright with stars, I could have been on a different
planet. I gazed, open-mouthed, forgetting the cold, forgetting Janine, and
everything weighing me down.
“Feels
close enough to touch, huh?”
The
husky female voice sent chills down my spine, and for a second I forgot how to
breathe. A crunch of gravel beside me identified her position. I knew without
looking it was her. Film girl. She
had exactly the voice I expected. Low. Almost no accent. Sexy. I inhaled, catching
a hint of a spicy perfume, and then I turned to face her. God. Up close she was even more stunning. Her wild dreads were tied
back, and she wore a tight-fitting, pale, leather biker jacket. A motorbike
helmet dangled from one hand. She was a biker? My inner lust monster sat up and
took notice.
She’d
spoken, this goddess of leather and hair, and I stood there like an imbecile.
“I…” Words failed me. Stars. She was
talking about the stars. “Yeah. Beautiful.” I studied her face as I spoke. My
night vision had adjusted, and there was enough light leaching from the
windows, to illuminate her eyes. They almost glowed, sparking with mischief and
life.
“Thank
you.” She stepped closer, light on her feet, and I had to work hard to make
sure I wasn’t drooling. Multiple rings glittered in her ears, and I saw more
metalwork in her eyebrows as well as a tiny jewel gleaming in her nose. Hang
on. Did she think I meant her? Did I?
“You’re
beautiful too.” Whaaat? My brain spun her words back and forth, inside-out, and
upside-down, but they made no sense. I stood there, speechless, and when she
moved closer and pressed cool lips against mine, I forgot my own name.
About Sofia Grey
Romance author
Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her
nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much
anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her
heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers
to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy
endings.
Music is
interwoven so tightly into my writing that I can’t untangle the two. Either I’m
listening to a playlist on my iPod, have music seeping from my laptop speakers,
or there’s a song playing in my head – sometimes on auto-repeat.
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