I don’t understand him, or know what makes him tick.Ī shiver steals through me at the thought.

Or he took them for his own personal pleasure. Maybe he didn’t send those photos to anyone. Mom forgets to check her phone most of the time and my father lets his messages pile up to an ungodly amount. My brothers? They’re both so busy working deals and conquering New York City, I doubt they’d notice text messages with photos. I have no idea who he could’ve sent those photos to. The minute he was finished, he tore the tape off my face with a gleeful expression, his eyes dancing when I yelped in pain. I swear Seamus did that only for the photos he took on his phone. Grimacing, I try to stretch my feet but the rope around my ankles cuts into my skin.Īt least the tape isn’t covering my mouth anymore, I think as I take a deep breath.

My lower half has fallen asleep, my butt killing me thanks to the hardwood floor I’m sitting on. I shift, tingles prickling along my legs. Taking in my surroundings, I note the cheap white blinds covering the single window, the bent ones letting in the waning sunlight from outside. I startle awake with a gasp, my eyelids heavy with fatigue when I barely crack them open to find I’m in an empty room. It contains material that some readers could find disturbing. WARNING: This book is intended for readers eighteen years old and over. The warring Morelli and Constantine families have enough bad blood to fill an ocean, and their brand new stories will be told by your favorite dangerous romance authors. Nothing is going to stop me from being with her. And when Charlotte is taken from me, I launch into action, determined to rescue her. What started out as a relationship in name only has evolved into something much more. Don’t they realize that nothing will keep me apart from Charlotte? Not my family. Our marriage may look like a fairytale, but outside forces threaten to tear us apart.

Monica murphy the reckless union