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My name is Finn McCowen, and I want my revenge.
Callisto Avellino was the heiress of one of the country’s most influential families. A delicate wildflower in a bed of thorns. And the daughter of the man who killed my father.
Six years ago, she disappeared.
She says she ran away to escape the poison of her corrupt family.
Money. Prestige. Power. Murder.
We have the same agenda - or so it seems: ruin the Avellinos at all costs.
And if I have to put her in harm’s way to get what I want?
So be it.
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Finn's always been fascinated by the little girl he saw in court. She looked blank. He didn't feel blank, though. No, he felt rage and wanted vengeance for his father's killing. The killing he blamed her father for. And that's why they were in court when he first saw her. Because her dad was on trial for killing his dad. Yep...
Now, years later he sees a fascinating, gorgeous goddess in the bar in the little town where his mother and aunt have settled. So he intends on spending the night with her. And he would have had she not blurted out her name - Callie. Short for Callisto. The little girl whom he hated. The little girl who had grown into a beautiful woman. The little girl who had disappeared years ago. What's a man set on vengeance to do when he sees the object of his fascination and his hatred? Use her of course!
Except not because things happen, feelings develop. And Finn and Callisto will have to contend with more than either had ever anticipated before it all comes to an end. Will they get their happy ever after? Will Finn choose vengeance over love? Will they even make it out alive?
I loved The Golden Hour! It's rife with tension and secrets. The action is non-stop at points, and Finn and Callie's journey was just so completely addicting reading. I cannot wait for more from this author!
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Read the First Chapter HERE!
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I yank the phone away from my mouth, but it’s too late. No matter how hard I try, my body won’t forget his.
And now he knows it.
He sighs. “I’ve tried to forget, too, but you left me a souvenir that’s made it impossible.”
My missing panties. Mortified, I sink to the closed toilet seat and drop my head forward. My voice is shaky. “That’s creepy and gross. Why didn’t you throw them away?”
“I’m probably going to regret this in the morning, just like I regret most of what I say to you…” He sighs, and I imagine the warmth of his breath on my neck. “I kept them because I wanted a reminder.”
My heart in my throat, I whisper, “Of the mistake you made?”
“No, princess.” The gravelly words send make my thighs clench. “Of the best almost-sex of my life, and how badly I want to do it again.”
Like your average mature, level-headed woman, I gasp and hang up.
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When not writing or reading, the author enjoys walking barefoot, subjecting her husband to questionable recipes, and chasing her spirited daughter. She's a rabid fan of coffee, moon-gazing, and small dogs that resemble Ewoks. Home is Portland, Oregon.
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