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BLINDSIGHT
The Complete Series
by
Adriane Leigh
by
Adriane Leigh
All
three books are included in this edition.
BLINDSIGHT
(Part One)
I
want her.
She
thinks I need her.
What
she doesn't know is she needs me more.
I'm
hiring her to protect her.
To
save her life.
To
make her beg.
Because
her big brown eyes make my d-ck pound and the thought of leaving her to the
wolves makes my heart bleed. But the past is colliding with an out of focus
present that's on course to a fatal future. Unless I can beat fate at its own
game.
BLINDSIGHT
(Part Two)
She
and I were far from chance.
Our
first meeting orchestrated.
Our
forever ill-fated.
Because
I'm her enemy.
I'm
her savior.
I'm
her nightmare Romeo.
She'll
thank me at the end of this, and if she doesn't, I'll force her to beg.
BLINDSIGHT
(Part Three - only available in the complete bundled series )
The
web of secrets surrounding Hunter and Erin begins to unravel in the gripping
final installment of the Blindsight series...
The
only woman I've ever loved: taken.
The
only man I've ever called a father: wanted.
I
was hired to watch her, tasked myself with protecting her, and now I have to
save her.
I
tried to be her Romeo, but despite everything the past crashed into our lives
like wild thunder.
She
begged me to run, I begged her to stay, until a force greater than both of us
took over.
Betrayal
comes in threes, and the other shoe's about to drop.
*Blindsight
is intended for a mature audience only due to graphic sex, violence, and
language
~ Excerpt ~
``Ah,
I see the little bird has awoken.'' A voice echoed and my eyes sliced around
the room looking for the owner. A soft chuckle was the only response as my
eyes, wide and watery, refused to focus. Shadowy fluorescent light bounced off
every surface.
``Where
am I?'' I choked, desperate for the answer while dreading hearing the voice
again. My head felt heavy and confused, reminding me of the syringe they'd
plunged into my arm when they'd taken me.
``Let's
find out just what you know, shall we, Princess?'' The word turned my heart
cold. Froze it to stone in two syllables. I didn't need to see the face in the
door to know who it belonged to.
Him.
Bile
rose in my throat as my eyes shuttered closed in my only mental defense. I was
ready for a blow, a bat, maybe a crowbar. Guys like him liked to leave a
calling card on your face. What happened in the following minutes would almost
kill me. One fragile piece at a time.
``When
did you call the Feds?'' John Ellis Walker, living embodiment of terror on the
streets of Chicago, sneered at me with a crooked grin and chipped teeth.
``I
didn't,'' I grit, my eyes remaining closed.
His
hot breath washed across my face. ``Bullshit.'' He caught my elbow and
tightened. Pain seared through my shoulder when he twisted my arm in warning.
``I
didn't. It wasn't Hunter either,'' I defended lamely. This was not the plan.
Think fast, Erin. Think survival. ``He didn't have anything to gain by doing
that, and neither did I. I don't know anything.''
``You
had everything to gain.'' The pad of his thumb touched my chin and worked my
jaw to the side before swiping his thumb across his tongue and smearing saliva
down my cheek. ``Wouldn't want you dirty for when Prince Charming gets here.''
He stalked back to the doorway.
My
prince. Could Hunter really get here? Oh God, JW had taken me to get to Hunter.
Of course that was the reason. A sob fell from my throat as I made a sad
attempt at shuffling across the damp concrete on my knees.
``Why
the hurry to leave, Princess? Fun's only begun.'' JW hauled me up by my
shackled wrists and plopped me in a rusted metal chair, taking me by surprise
and pressing a hunk of cold metal at my throat before I could blink. His rough
hand slid through my snarled hair and gave a sharp tug. He stuck his nose
against my ear and inhaled, the chilled metal still dancing across my skin as
he took his fill of my scent. ``No wonder Clu's puttin' it to ya. He's got a
thing for the sweet ones.'' He tapped the metal at my jugular before pulling
away. ``Where the fuck did that snake you married put the money?'' JW asked
again, then released me with an angry jerk, taking a step back and tapping the
barrel of the gun under my chin to raise my eyes to his. They fluttered open,
my confidence boosted with the realization that if JW thought I knew where the
money was, he wouldn't kill me.
``I
have some ideas,'' I answered, holding his golden, serpent-like gaze. JW kicked
at the legs of my chair causing it to wobble and tip to the cold floor, leaving
me even more banged and bruised.
``Cut
the games. Just like your slut mother.'' JW kicked at the chair again. ``I hope
you don't know where my money is, Princess, because if I find out you do, I'm
pulling your pretty teeth out one by one.'' His dank breath filtered through my
nostrils and curdled my stomach.
``He's
here,'' the other man I'd met at the VIP lounge only weeks ago boomed. He must
have recognized me. How could he not? But then again, I probably wouldn't
recognize myself after lying on a grungy concrete floor, my body caked with
grime and bruises.
``Perfect.''
JW stalked from the room, slamming the heavy door as he went. I heard the
scrape of an industrial lock announcing my dim fate. I looked around the room,
spotting a window filtering a minuscule amount of daylight in. But the walls
were at least ten feet tall, no way could I reach. I swallowed the ache in my
throat as my gaze cast around the room. Nothing. There was nothing. My stomach
turned, and just as I thought they could have at least left me a waste basket
to throw up in, a gunshot echoed through the long tunnel of the building.
``Oh
God.'' No. No. No. My stomach dropped and I bolted to the steel door and
pressing an ear to it. ``Hunter. Please. Not. Hunter.'' I sobbed and prayed in
equal turn, waiting for anything to betray the truth of the situation.
Nothing.
Cold, empty silence. My stomach burned and rolled before I slumped to the floor
on my knees in reckless sobs.
Please, not Hunter.
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~ About
the Author ~
USA
Today Bestselling Author Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in
Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake
Michigan lakeshore. She graduated with a Literature degree but never
particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.Adriane is married to a
tall, dark and handsome guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a
voracious reader and knitter.
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