With his good arm, Alex reached and drew her near. He saw her eyes flare and knew a moment when she might have told him to back off and let her be.
But then the breath seemed to leave her body, her lids grew heavy, then he saw her heart glistening there in her eyes. He was right. This situationâthis maddening push and pullâcouldnât go on. Now was the time to end it. And end it his way.
Even as Alexâs head slanted over hers and Libby drifted off into the caress, some weak desperate part of her cried out that this should not, could not, happen. But as the kiss deepened she forgot the reasons why. The slow velvet slide of his tongue over hers, the way his hands pressed her gloriously near â¦
This might be dangerous, but it felt so infinitely right.
Her palms ironed up over his bare hot chest at the same time his hands pressed down over her back. His head angled as he curled over her, his touch sculpting her behind, hooking around her thigh and urging it to curl around his hip as his pelvis locked with hers. She felt the glide of his hand scooping around her thigh, sliding lower toward her kneeâ
Breathlessâterrifiedâshe yanked away.
Oh God, sheâd vowed this wouldnât happen again.
She didnât want him to know.
BAD BLOOD
A powerful dynasty, where secrets and scandal never sleep!
THE DYNASTY
Eight siblings, blessed with wealth, but denied the one thing they wantedâa fatherâs love.
A family destroyed by one manâs thirst for power.
THE SECRETS
Haunted by their past and driven to succeed, the Wolfes scattered to the far corners of the globe.
But secrets never sleep and scandal is starting to stir â¦
THE POWER
Now the Wolfe brothers are back, stronger than ever, but hiding hearts as hard as granite.
Itâs said that even the blackest of souls can be healed by the purest of love. But can the dynasty rise again?
One Christmas long ago, ROBYN GRADY received a book from her big sister and immediately fell in love with Cinderella. Sprinklings of magic, deepest wishes come trueâshe was hooked! Picture books with glass slippers later gave way to romance novels and, more recently, the real-life dream of writing for Mills & Boon.
After a fifteen-year career in television, Robyn met her own modern-day hero. They live on Australiaâs Sunshine Coast with their three little princesses, two poodles, and a cat called Tinkie. Robyn loves new shoes, worn jeans, lunches at Moffat Beach and hanging out with her friends on eHarlequin. Learn about her latest releases at www.robyngrady.com, and donât forget to say hi. Sheâd love to hear from you!
THE moment Alex Wolfeâs car went airborne, he knew the situation was bad. Thatâs âserious injuryâ or possibly even âget ready to meet your makerâ bad.
Heâd been approaching the chicane at the end of a straight at Melbourneâs premier motor racing circuit and, misjudging his breaking point, heâd gone into the first turn too deep. Heâd tried to drive through the corner but when the wheels had aquaplaned on standing water, heâd slid out and slammed into a tyre stack wall, which provided protection not only for runaway cars and their drivers but also for crowds congregated behind the guard rail.
Like a stone spat from a slingshot, heâd ricocheted off the rubber and back into the path of the oncoming field. He didnât see what happened next but, from the almighty whack that had spun him out of control, Alex surmised another car had T-boned his.
Now, as he sliced through space a metre above the ground, time seemed to slow to a cool molasses crawl as snapshots from the past flickered and flashed through his mind. Anticipating the colossal slam of impact, Alex cursed himself for being a fool. World Number One three seasons runningâsome said the best thereâd ever beenâand heâd broken racingâs cardinal rule. Heâd let his concentration slip. Allowed personal angst to impair his judgement and screw with his performance. The news heâd received an hour before climbing into the cockpit had hit him that hard.
After nearly twenty years, Jacob was back?
Now Alex understood why his twin sister had persisted in trying to contact him these past weeks. Heâd been thrown when heâd received her first email and had held off returning Annabelleâs messages for precisely this reason. He couldnât afford to get wound up and distracted byâ
Driving down a breath, Alex thrust those thoughts aside.
He simply couldnât get distracted, is all.
With blood thumping like a swelling ocean in his ears, Alex gritted his teeth and strangled the wheel as the 420-kilo missile pierced that tyre wall. An instant later, he thudded to a jarring halt and darkness, black as the apocalypse, enveloped him. Momentum demanded he catapult forward but body and helmet harnesses kept him strappedâor was that trapped?âinside. Wrenched forward, Alex felt his right shoulder click and bleed with pain that he knew would only get worse. He also knew he should get out fast. Their fuel tanks rarely ruptured and fire retardant suits were a wonderful thing; however, nothing stopped a man from roasting alive should his car happen to go up in flames.