Ironically, it all starts with a popular book about BDSM. When Angelina Jameson steps into her boss’s office armed with an acid article about ‘Billionaires, BDSM and Blah-blah-blah’, she thinks her career will take off. But her career aspirations drop into second place when she finds herself face to face with her nemesis.
Blade Spencer is the new editor-in-chief of Unabridged—the literary magazine where his ex-lover Angelina works. For three years, since she fled small town Jamestown without a word of explanation, they haven’t heard from one another. Now, when they meet again, the past and all the feelings they once had between them come rushing back, making them realize their love has never died. But can they reconcile their new circumstances and the changes that have occurred during the three years they were apart? Neither is the person the other used to know.
Then there is the faceless shadow who hunts them from the dark, driven by obsession and greed…
*This book contains strong language and explicit descriptions of sex.
It was quite late when we decided to conclude our meal and go home for a more intimate celebration. The waiter brought us the bill, smiling pleasantly and asking if we were satisfied with the service. He congratulated us on our engagement, admitting to me that he was Blade’s accomplice in surprising me with the ring. I assured him I was elated, and Blade gave him a very generous tip, thanking him again for his help. Then the waiter led us to the exit, where we got into an elevator.
We were walking on the narrow sidewalk toward the parking lot, when Blade’s phone rang. He stopped to answer, but I, carried by the momentum, moved forward to cross the street. Suddenly, I caught one movement from the corner of my eye, and then everything happened as though in slow motion.
The car had shot out like a silent, deadly hunter from the darkness, with its headlights off. I barely put my foot onto the street and it lunged in my direction, at such a high speed it looked blurry even as I turned my head toward it. It was too late though. My brain had time to realize that I was going to be struck before my body could react. I only felt a tremendous push that shattered my bones and rattled my teeth, while the screeching of tires scraped at my eardrums. The last thing I heard was the sickening sound of my head cracking against the pavement. Then everything went dark.
Not long ago, to my surprised delight, somebody described me as being “charming, witty, supremely talented and dangerously fun”. I don’t know how accurate this description is, but I’m curious if the readers will find some of these features reflected in my writing. Speaking of my writing, I must mention that living in Romania – which is considered a projection of the enigmatic and much controversial Shambala, the supposed spiritual center of the Earth – is quite a source of inspiration. I have a native inclination to the occult and paranormal, to mystery and philosophy. The woman in me is a romantic and sensual creature. All these considered, I could describe my writing as being captivating, intriguing, sensual in places and, on the whole, a surreal experience. Enjoy!