Her gaze drops to my hand, to the faded inked celestial rose on the back of my hand and sigils that mark my fingers below my knuckles.
“I’m surprised you didn’t request I be shackled.” I drum my fingers on the surface of the hard plastic tabletop.
When she raises her gaze to meet mine, her resolve is firmly in place. “Should I have? Do you plan to hurt me?”
The vision attacks so suddenly and with startling fierceness—my hands collared around her slender neck; her breathy gasps for oxygen—I have to blink hard and push farther away from the table to escape her scent.
“Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel,” I say.
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“Mark Twain answered it, if you can surmise his meaning. Brilliant writer, horrible businessman.”
With a clipped, sardonic laugh, she stands. “I don’t know why I’m here. This was a bad idea. Apparently, you really are insane.”
On impulse, I reach out and grab her wrist.
A charged pulse ignites a fire beneath my palm. The air, volatile and tense, suspends time for a mere blink, allowing my body to ravenously absorb the feel of her where I’ve only permitted my eyes to touch.
Our gazes collide on impact of that touch, and I see the conflict in her fearful eyes. I’m not the only one affected.
Her chest rises with uneven breaths as she twists her arm to break my hold, and despite the intense desire to keep her in my grasp, I let her.
My fingertips memorize the erratic beat of her pulse as she slips away. Bah-dah-bump. Bah-dah-bah-dah-bump. I want to carve it in my skin.
She crosses her arms, anxiously waiting for my rebound. I flex my hand as my gaze lingers on the visible imprint I left on her wrist. “It must have been difficult for you to come here,” I say, sifting her from my thoughts to collect myself. “You should at least tell me why you came before you run away.”
“I’m not running.” Her strained swallow drags enticingly along the column of her throat to challenge her assertion. Then: “I need a philosophy expert.”
“And how convenient you know right where to find one.”
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TRISHA WOLFE READING ORDER
All Trisha’s series are written to start at any point and pull you in, but here is her preferred reading order to introduce worlds and characters that cross over in each series.
Broken Bonds Series
With Visions of Red
With Ties that Bind
Derision
Darkly, Madly Duet
Born, Darkly
Born, Madly
A Necrosis of the Mind Duet
Cruel
Malady
Hollow’s Row Series
Lovely Bad Things
Lovely Violent Things
Lovely Wicked Things
Dark Mafia Romance
Marriage & Malice
Devil in Ruin
Standalone Novels
Marrow(co-written)
Lotus Effect
Cellar Door
Five of Cups
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
From an early age, Trisha Wolfe dreamed up fictional worlds and characters and was accused of talking to herself. Today, she lives in South Carolina with her family and writes full time, using her fictional worlds as an excuse to continue talking to herself. Get updates on future releases at TrishaWolfe.com
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