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Zusatztext M. LEIGHTON IS... “A PHENOMENAL WRITER.”—Bookish Temptations “QUICKLY BECOMING ONE OF MY FAVORITE CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE WRITERS.”—Reading Angel “INSANELY INTENSE.”—The Bookish Babe “FREAKIN’ HOT!”—Nette’s Bookshelf AND “SERIOUSLY SCANDALICIOUS.”—Scandalicious Book Reviews Informationen zum Autor New York Times and USA Today bestselling author M. Leighton is a native of Ohio. She relocated to the warmer climates of the South, where she can be near the water all summer and miss the snow all winter. Possessed of an overactive imagination from early in her childhood, Michelle finally found an acceptable outlet for her fantastical visions: literary fiction. Having written over a dozen novels, Michelle enjoys letting her mind wander to more romantic settings with sexy Southern guys, much like the one she married and the ones you'll find in her latest books: The Wild Ones , Some Like it Wild, There's Wild, Then There's You, and her Bad Boys novels, Down to You, Up to Me, and Everything for Us. When her thoughts aren't roaming in that direction, she'll be riding wild horses, skiing the slopes of Aspen or scuba diving with a hot rock star, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her office. Klappentext From the author of the New York Times bestselling Bad Boys novels comes the second book in a dark! sexy contemporary trilogy. He's a fighter who never loses! but is he tough enough to win her heart? There was a time when I had everything-a wonderful family! a bright future. Love. But all that was taken away in a single night! torn from me like flesh from bone. Since then! I've hidden away in my second-choice job as a makeup artist. But I prefer it that way! actually. I'm comfortable in the shadows! where no one can see my scars. Kiefer Rogan literally took my breath away the moment I met him. MMA champion-turned-actor! notorious playboy! charming to a fault—he's everything I vowed to avoid. But he just wouldn't stop until I opened up and let him in. Maybe I should've tried harder to resist him. Maybe I shouldn't have fallen in love with him. Because I! of all people! know that everyone has secrets. Scars. And that they're usually ugly and painful and destructive to the people we love most. I just never guessed that they could be deadly! too. Prologue Katie, five years ago Something is prodding me to wake up. Like an insistent finger poking my shoulder and someone whispering, “Wake up, wake up, wake up.” But I don’t want to. I only want to hide. Hide from the light, hide from the world, hide from reality. I turn deeper into unconsciousness, but there’s no rest for me there. Wake up, wake up, wake up. A dull pain begins to spread down my left side and sounds that were a distant backdrop only moments before come closer, closer, closer. One by one, I can make them out. Sirens. Metallic clattering. Strange voices. Screaming. Awful screaming. It sounds so familiar, that scream. That voice, although I can’t figure out why. The answer is fuzzy, like the face that swirls behind my eyes. Distorted. Mocking. Cruel. The face belongs to Calvin. Panic swells within me, forcing me toward wakefulness. I don’t want to go, don’t want to wake. I claw and scratch. I dig in with my heels, with my hands, but nothing can stop my ascent. Agony rushes in. It steals my breath and sweeps over me like flames, licking at my skin, turning the air to napalm. More screaming, only this time I recognize the voice. I know it. I’ve listened to it my whole life. It’s mine. And then I remember. Just before the blackness welcomes me back. I rouse again, despite a gut instinct that tells me not to. I wake to harsh voices, shouted commands an...
