Author: Ava Harrison
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Billionaire
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My plan was simple.
Get invited onto his yacht.
Find information to destroy him.
But I wasn't prepared for Alaric Prince.
Dangerous and seductive, he trapped me in his gilded cage.
He calls me Dove.
Easily preyed on.
A man that ruthless only wants to crush me.
I must resist the temptation to let him.
He's my father's enemy.
At war with my family.
A danger to me.
Falling for him would be my demise.
But if my plan works, it will be his.
Excerpt . . .
me, so I follow his gaze. It doesn’t take me long to see what or rather who he is staring
at. There, at the end of the row of banquettes, is the most exquisite woman I have ever
Long brown hair that flows down past the swell of her breasts. It’s her eyes,
though, that keep me from looking away. From where I’m sitting, I can’t see the color,
but when she sees me, they are mesmerizing. She only glances my way for a second
before turning around and giving me the cold shoulder.
Few women have done that. Not at a place like this.
Most women throw themselves at me. She, however, stands with her back to me.
Her behind is not the worst view I’ve seen. Her short dress that looking from the front
seemed modest is anything but.
No. Here, from this angle, nothing is left to the imagination. Two thin straps
lower to an open back that dips to the dimples of her ass.
Possessed, I stand from my seat, needing to know who this girl is—and why she
so casually dismissed me.
I’m a man on a mission as I stalk over to her. My team is quick to follow, so I’m
intimidating as hell as I make my approach.
I should tell them to stand down, but I want to see her squirm. There’s no way
that a little thing like her won’t.
When I finally make my appearance, I’m towering behind her. She hasn’t seen
me, but she must feel my presence because I watch her back muscles tighten.
Slowly, and with purpose, she turns around to face me.
She has to crane her neck up, but when her gaze reaches mine, her pupils dilate.
I hadn’t come here tonight hoping to fuck, but after watching the way her mouth
parts and a slight puff of oxygen escapes her pouty yet full lips, I want to fuck her. I want
to feel those lips wrapped around my cock.
“I’m not interested,” she spits out before I can even speak. Her response has me
throwing back my head, laughing—something I rarely do these days.
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“You were going to ask me if I wanted a drink. And seeing as I already have one
…” She lifts the glass that I hadn’t previously seen in the air. It’s new, the bubbles still
bouncing on the glass from the pour. “I don’t need another.”
“And what if you’re wrong?”
“So, you were coming to ask me if I wanted to… what?” Her eyebrow lifts. “Talk
“Again, wrong.” Not entirely wrong, but wrong enough.
“Well, color me intrigued. You came all the way here—”
“You noticed me.” I smirk, and she must realize her mistake, and my smile
broadens. “Here’s what I think. I think you wanted me to come over here. I think you
like the game of cat and mouse.”
“I think you know nothing.”
“Pity,” I say, before turning and walking away.
“That’s it?” she asks from behind me.
“Yep.” I turn my head over my shoulder. “But …” I pause for emphasis. “If you
have a different answer for me, I’ll be back tomorrow. Same time. Same place.” And with
that, I walk away, right out of the VIP area and then right out of the club.
Once we step outside, I stop. Turning to the right, I look at Cristian.
“Her name. Her social security number. Find me everything there is to know
about that woman by tomorrow.”
He doesn’t ask me why I need the info. I plan to fuck that girl, but I don’t touch
anyone without doing my due diligence.
About the Author . . .
When she's not journaling her life, you can find her window shopping, cooking dinner for her family, or curled up on her couch reading a book.
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