Close to the Skin
Book 2 in The Skin Quartet
Can he give up everything for her love?
Can she forgive him for what he’s done.
A gritty, urban, sexy romance with a hard-won happy ending
Never back down, never turn your back, and never fall in love.
Those are the rules Vernon Newell learned from his father, and he applies them with a vengeance. Head of a multi-million dollar criminal enterprise, Vernon Newell doesn’t let family ties or misplaced sympathy get in his way. But there is one chink in his armor—Sirena Patras, the beautiful young girl he seduced eight years ago on a Greek island.
When Vernon discovers that Bella Bell, a prospering tattoo artist in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, is actually Sirena, he sets out to woo and win her.
Despite her attraction to the fabulously sexy man, Bella wants nothing to do with a hard-headed, ruthless criminal.
But when her shop is firebombed and Vernon disappears, Bella must choose to forsake her career and go back into hiding or risk her life to save the only man she has ever loved.
The man was dead.
Her brother had killed him in front of her eyes.
Or had it all been a lie?
If anyone knew what was going on it would be Vernon. She moved back into the living room and peered out the window. The sky was still dark. The street light still burned. Dare she call him? He’d think she’d capitulated. Wanted him.
She dropped the curtain and straightened her shoulders. She wanted him all right. She wanted answers. She wanted to know why dead men were calling her and threatening notes appeared in her mail.
Hands shaking, she punched in Vernon’s cell number. It rang once. Twice. She imagined him holding her, kissing her. His low, rumbling voice whispering in her ear. No, she couldn’t talk to him. Not yet. She was still addicted to the man.
She tapped the phone off and curled back up on the sofa. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, she’d send him an e-mail—a nicely worded formal request.
At that moment, the phone in her hand rang. Vernon returning her call? She hesitated. Then flicked it on.
A low pitched voice spoke through heavy static. “Does Vernon know what you did?” A frisson of fear crept down her spine and burrowed deep into her core. She tossed the cell phone onto the floor and buried herself under the silk shawls, struggling to breathe.
Forget all the reasons why Vernon was the wrong man for her. She needed him. She needed him now.