Book 2 in the DARK LOVE series, TORN FROM WITHIN is now available on Amazon. THANK YOU!
Dani’s world is turned upside down when a drunk driver kills her mother and leaves her disabled. She and her brother soon find themselves stranded in America, a country they are visiting for the first time.
Controversial billionaire Gabriel Kahn is a man haunted by the brutal deaths of his wife and infant daughter. He holds himself responsible and his singular interest in life is revenge.
A mundane encounter brings Dani before him. For the first time in six years, he wants another woman since his wife’s death.
But Gabriel is a dark angel, a man with very sick desires that he doesn’t know how to control.
An unplanned situation makes Gabriel lose control, and his demons overtake him. Things turn violent. Dani is the only one around to take the blunt of his wrath.
Can Dani find it in her heart to love a man who brutally hurt her? Can Gabriel forgive himself enough to accept the one thing he now wants more than anything else in the world: Dani’s love?
Warning: This book and its series will contain disturbing situations including graphic, violent sex scenes.
Suddenly he’s on his feet again and his hands are in my hair as he crushes his lips on mine.
Holy shit. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. Blazing euphoria shoots from the top of my head to the tip of my toes as I melt into the kiss. The kiss is desperate, I don't know if it's my desperation or his. But it scares the shit out of me; I've never been kissed this hungrily before. This man kissing me isn't the impassive, composed Gabriel I know. This one is a beast of a man, aggressively taking what he wants without asking.
"I want you beneath me. I want you." He enunciates each word between wet possessive kisses as if he is laying his claim on me.
Gabriel’s tongue explores my mouth greedily, his lips covering mine. His fingers prowl my hair, my nape, my neck, then down to my bare shoulders.
He kisses me as if he is a man dying of thirst, and I am water. He nibbles at my earlobe and chin, licking my cheeks, biting my neck. I'm falling, breathless, lost in pleasure I never imagined.
Lola De Jour