One man's obsession is so deadly it could destroy them all.
Despite her love for her fiancé, Mia Lawrence finds herself inexplicably drawn to Mr Breckt- the mysterious
new owner of the Island. Her thoughts are constantly consumed with the handsome and powerful stranger. However, there is much more to him than
she realises, something dangerous and supernatural.
Mr Breckt is used to getting what he wants, and now he wants Mia, at any cost. With his obsession spiralling out of control, he knows that time is running out. A war is coming. Blood will be shed, and lives will be lost, but he will have to rid himself of his obsession of Mia before it’s too late.
Mia and Oliver must now fight the very evil that threatens to come between them. If either of them fails, it will be more than their love for each other that will be lost.
Ultimately, all three will have to make a sacrifice that will change each other’s destiny forever. But will it be the right one?
EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK
Those eyes. Those hungry eyes.
They stare into my soul. They burn my resilience away, devouring me whole. Over and over he persists. I must fight or die. Or die fighting.
I am his, but I do not know it yet. He will devour me. He will devour us all before this night is through.
A cold hand snakes under my duvet intruding on my thoughts. It slides along the warmth of my calf, and I shiver. I pull my legs up to my chest, curling myself up into a ball. The hand’s grip on me is firm and strong. It pulls my legs out from their foetal position, and begins to massage the muscle of my inner thigh, kneading my flesh persistently. My muscles deep inside clench in expectancy and I smile despite myself.
“Go on you, get to work.” I emerge from under the covers. My long black hair falls around my shoulders, untidily no doubt, and I yawn and rub my eyes.
“I’m the boss you know, Mia; I'm allowed to be a little late.” Oliver’s voice is husky. His hand has reached my waist, and now rubs the arc of my hips.
Damn he’s gorgeous. I smile and look him over. His body is hard and toned with a rugged sex appeal, and his sandy hair is tousled. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown and sexy as hell as he looks at me. I notice that he’s only in his underwear- some tight black boxer shorts, and nothing else. My stomach twirls in excitement.
“First off, Mr Boss Man, you cannot be late for work today. You need to make a good impression.
Secondly, just because you’ve been given lead control on the development over on the Island, it does not make you ‘the boss’ as you so aptly put it.” I grin at him and sit up.
I lean over, grab my coffee mug, and take a tentative sip. I let the covers slide down off my
shoulders, making sure to show more flesh than necessary with a grin.
“Mmmmm,” the sound leaves me, deep and throaty. “This is really good.” I smile appreciatively, my blue eyes never leaving his.
Clearly, I’m not talking about the coffee anymore.
He grins and his hand grips me tighter under the covers, and moves up to my stomach. He reaches further under my lace cotton vest, his fingers probing the soft outline of my breasts.
“I’m pretty much the boss,” Oliver says with affection. His body straining against his boxer shorts.
And there’s that sexy grin again.
“I’m in charge of the entire landscaping team over there. And you can’t do THAT,” he squeezes my plump breast tenderly, his eyes dark and brooding, “and expect me to go to work.”
Leaning in for a kiss, he closes his eyes. I bring my face to his, our lips brushing against each
other. Both his hands reach out for me, and he cups my face. Holding me to him, he slips his tongue between my lips. He strokes it against mine and heat spreads through me at his touch. He smells divine as he leans further in, kissing my neck. His chin stubble is rough against my sensitive skin and I shiver.
Swallowing down my desire with a sigh, I dive out of bed. His face falls as I walk away with a giggle. I pad into the bathroom, looking back over my shoulder with a grin. “You did that all to yourself, sailor.”
He pouts at me, showing off his puppy eyes.
I laugh. “We haven’t got time, sugar.”
Oliver groans. “Fine, I give up. I’m going to work, grumble, moan and all that. I’ll call you at lunchtime if I get a chance. But I’m not sure how busy I’m going to be.”
I watch from the doorway whilst he pulls a black t-shirt over his hard, defined body, and I wonder idly if we could ‘make’ some time for our extra activity.
“Have you met him yet?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe, continuing to look him over; I scrub my teeth, the toothpaste foaming between my words.
“Who? The new owner? No, probably won’t, not for a while I reckon anyway. You never do with jobs like this. There’s so much to do over there, Mia. I mean literally, acres and acres of landscaping; we’re going to be busy for a good few months.” He tugs up his blue jeans with a smile. I realise that he must have been worrying as much as I have over the lack of the recent work.
“I don’t think anything has been done with those gardens for the last twenty years or so. Certainly not since that creepy old guy used to live there. What was his name? Mr. Sam? Mr. San? Or something like that, I wonder what happened to him,” he says with a shake of his head. “Anyway, I don’t have time to make small talk with silly little rich boys.” He uses his most patronizing voice on me.
Oliver grins and bends to tie his bootlaces, knowing that this will irritate me. He looks back up through his long lashes. His brown eyes, alert with playfulness, whilst his unruly blonde hair falls over his forehead.
“Ollie,” I scold. “You shouldn’t judge someone until you’ve met them. As you just said yourself, you haven’t, and most probably won’t. He could be a perfectly nice chap for all you know.” I rinse my toothbrush in the sink. “And, Mr San sold the land off and moved away- I think that was his name anyway,” I continue. “Probably because of people calling him creepy!” I laugh and look back into the bedroom.
“Whatever, sweet cheeks. I’ve seen these types before. Big city boys think they can come down here for some quiet time. They flash their cash around, cause a bit of mischief, and then decide that it’s too boring and head back off to the big city again, leaving a trail of broken hearts in their wake.” Oliver stands up and comes towards me. The top button of his jeans remains undone.
He notices my glance with a sly smile. “I’ve got to go. Like I said, I’ll try and give you a call later if I
get a chance.” He strokes his finger across my bottom lip. “Are we still going out for dinner with your sister tonight?” He slips his hand into the back of my long black hair, his fingers brush through the softness. He pulls my face up to meet his, his eyes cloud with lust whilst he plants soft kisses along my jaw line. I moan. My stomach heats and flips under his touch.
Pulling back, he looks into my face. “I love you so much. Shame I can’t interest you in anything.” I can hear the smugness in his voice, but I don’t care right now.
His tongue darts over his soft lips. I groan as the warm feeling spreads to the apex of my thighs, leaving me trembling for him. He grins, his dimple pulling in, as he plants a passionate kiss on my mouth, pushing his body roughly against mine. His hips hold me in place against the doorframe. I am practically panting for him and ready to crumble, and give in to his every demand when he releases me.
“Better go, babe.” He slaps my behind as he strides off down the hallway with a smug grin and a chuckle. Buttoning his jeans up, leaving me overwhelmingly frustrated.
I follow him down to the front door. “Touché, Mr Boss man,” I murmur. He picks up his jacket and shrugs it on, stretching it over his strong broad shoulders, and grins at me. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you too, Ollie.”
He looks into my face, cupping it with his hands, like a delicate flower. “You’re so damn beautiful, sweet cheeks.”
I flush under his praise. “Shut up!” A giggle escapes. “I’m far from beautiful, but I guess that’s all in
the eye of the beholder isn’t it?”
“Well this beholder thinks you’re gorgeous.” He smiles.
I can’t help but smile back. “Well I think the same of the beholder.”
He sniggers and kisses me. I change the subject, I hate being the center of attention. “Yes, we’re still going out tonight. Caitlyn is really looking forward to us meeting her new boyfriend, Will.”
My half-sister Caitlyn finally seems serious over a man. Therefore, I am not about to miss the opportunity to meet the lucky guy. I lean in for another kiss, pushing myself against Oliver’s hard chest, my full breasts press against him.
I don’t think I will ever tire of kissing this man.
His hands move round to cup my buttocks and hoist me up on to my tiptoes.
“Get a room!” Rachael - my best friend and annoying flat-mate - looks up from the sofa with a scowl. Rachael is not a morning person, and she hates the whole romance thing.
And she has the worst timing ever.
Oliver leans over and plants another hard kiss on my mouth. “We have, but it’s so much more fun to ruin your Monday morning with some good, old fashioned romance. I know how much you love that mushy stuff.” He grins and winks at me, before turning to leave. “I love you, sweet cheeks.” He blows me a kiss and shuts the door behind him.
“Love you, Ollie.” I shout after him.
“Mumbo jumbo more like,” Rachael mutters, sinking back down on the sofa with a frown.
“Are you ready to go yet, Mia?” Rachael shouts down the hallway. “Seriously, stop primping yourself.”
I can hear her still muttering something, but choose to ignore it. Once the caffeine hits home, she’ll be her happy-go-lucky self again.
“Yep, I’m coming.” I slip my pumps on, grab my art satchel, and head down the hallway. I trip over some shoes outside Rachael’s door on the way and peer into her room. The curtains are still drawn, and the bed unmade. “Damn it, Rachael. You need to sort your room out, it’s a mess. And I am not primping myself, thank you very much. It’s this damn hair.” I flick my long dark waves away from my face.
Rachael twists a short dark lock of her pixie haircut between her fingers. “Chop it off then, and stop making me late.”
Aaah yes, Rachael total timekeeper. The polar opposite of myself. I roll my eyes at her.
“And there’s nothing wrong with my room. It’s arty and creative.”
“It’s a mess, how can you say there’s nothing wrong with it? How do you even find anything in there?” I slip on my jacket.
“Whatever, Mum. Anyway,” she continues, “looks as if lover boy forgot his lunch.” She nods over to Oliver’s lunch sitting on the counter top.
“He can grab something over there can’t he?” she says, shoving some toast in her mouth.
I shrug. “No, I doubt it. There’s nothing over there but the house and the old servant’s quarters, and I can’t see him getting an invite for tea and crumpets can you?” I mentally kick myself.
Now I’m making judgements before meeting someone; it must be catching.
I drop my purse and phone in my satchel and pick up his lunch box. “I better take it to him.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “There’s no way that you’re going to get time today, not with the new brats starting at college, and all the staff meetings we have.” She shoves her feet into red trainers, which clash magnificently with her blue tights.
“You are a sight to behold my girl,” I laugh. Sometimes I think I should have been the history teacher, and she should have been the wacky art teacher.
She looks down at herself with a grin. “What?”
“Anyway, I’ve got some free time this morning between meetings. The professor spoke to me at last week’s staff meeting. He wants me to start work on a painting for the new reception area.”
I pick up my car keys, finally ready to go. “So I may need to go out and do a little ‘ahem’ research.”
I whisper to my now co-conspirator and grin.
“Aaaah, so a little trip over to the Island isn’t going to do you any harm then, eh? See, I knew you had a naughty bone in you somewhere.” She smirks and slips a thick headband on her head on our way out of the apartment.
She links her arm through mine and we continue down the hallway. “I heard that the guy moving in over there is a rich billionaire who’s running from the mob.” She laughs.
I roll my eyes at her. People have been speculating for weeks over who the mysterious new owner is going to be. We haven’t had any new people move into our little town for quite some time. Certainly no one interesting or rich enough to purchase the mansion over on the Island.
We make our way down in the elevator to the car park, only meeting Mrs Dorset- the crazy old
woman from no.45 along the way.
I unlock the car before we reach it. “I’m driving,” Rachael says matter of factly, and moves for the driver’s seat. “I can’t stand your driving Miss Daisy crap, Mia. Seriously, I don’t know how lover boy puts up with it.” She holds out her hand, waiting impatiently for the keys.
“Fine,” I grumble and walk to the passenger side. “Will you stop calling him that?” I throw the keys over the roof to her and climb in. “And he basically just never lets me drive. Like
anywhere- kind of like you really!” I scowl.
“That’s because your driving is terrible. And slow. Really, really slow. And no, I’m going to continue to call him that for as long as I know that it irritates him. You know how much I love to annoy him.” She grins wickedly at me.
As we pull out of the underground garage, Rachael waits for a car to pass. It’s sleek and black, I’ve no idea what type it is, but damn it looks expensive. A man is sitting in the back, staring straight ahead of him, shouting into his phone. I have to admit, his profile looks hot; even with the frown that he wears.
“Wooooo, mama!” She whistles loudly out of her open window.
“Rach, have you no shame?”
She turns to look at me. “Are you serious? A gorgeous hunk of a man has just driven past us - scratch that - been driven past us by his chauffeur, in his very expensive and very posh looking car. And I’m not even allowed to whistle at him!” Her voice rises in indignation.
A laugh escapes my lips. “No, Rach- big shocker for you, but that’s classed as rude. And it’s
embarrassing, not to mention that he might have heard you.”
“Get a grip, Mia. He couldn’t have heard me.” She pulls out on to the road and continues driving. “Could he?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me. I notice her keeping a watchful eye out for the black car as we drive, but I ignore her. I wonder if the man in the car is the new owner on the Island. It’s more than likely. No one around here would be able to afford such a luxurious car.
My thoughts drift back to Oliver, and what he had said earlier about ‘silly little rich boys.’ Well, he had one thing right. He was clearly rich. However, that was no boy in the car. He was all man.
“What do you mean you haven’t filled the pantry yet?” I scowl out of the window, the streets passing by in a blur. I listen half-heartedly to the voice on the other end of the phone.
“I’ll be there soon- I don’t want excuses. I want results. How hard can it be to fill a goddamn pantry?”
The voice continues to mumble excuses at me.
How has it come to this? How have I ended up in this drab little town?
I scowl harder, pulling a hand through my hair.
“Blah, blah, blah. These are all excuses, and I’ve heard them all before. I do not want you to think- I want you to do.”
My eyes wash over a woman standing on the corner of the street ready to cross. “Pull over!” I bark out to my driver. He looks nervously in the rear-view mirror and pulls the car to the curb. My driver gets out and opens my door and I slip my phone into my pocket without finishing the call. I step out on to the pavement in one fluid movement. The woman stands wide-eyed watching me, her mouth open in a silent ‘o’. It is hard not to stare at me of course… I know that. I am tall, dark and handsome … the typical cliché. Yet I am so much more than just that.
I smile at her. “Hello, beautiful. Could I trouble you for a quick word?”
Corny, and yet…
The woman comes over to the car without faltering. Smiling shyly at me and I give her my most dazzling stare and sexy smile.
… it works every time.
“I am new in town, and need someone to show me around. Perhaps you would be free to assist me?” I reach up and pull my fingers through the long auburn locks around her face. She shivers at my touch, a blush rising in her cheeks.
“I’m erm, well… I’m just on my way to work actually.”
I smile at her again, my eyes focusing in on hers. “Come on, beautiful. Show me around. Show me the sights. A beautiful woman like you must know some great places around here.” I lean in further, my shadow falling across her face and she gulps loudly.
I sigh, my body so close to hers that my breath washes over her.
“Well, I guess I can just phone in sick or something.” She shrugs.
I guide her to my car - ever the gentleman – and help her in first and then I let the driver shut the door behind me.
“So, beautiful. What’s your name?”
“Kate.” She giggles.
“Well, beautiful Kate. My name is Robert Breckt.” My arm drapes over the tops of her shoulders and I pull my phone back out of my pocket.
“I have one.” I look at her. “See, how hard was that? Now I want to see the pantry full in the next forty-eight hours or there is going to be hell to pay.” I snap the phone shut. The driver has turned on the tinted windows for my privacy and I look at the woman next to me. The excitement of meeting a handsome stranger is finally giving way to the faintest of fear. A frown puckers between her brown eyes.
“Do not worry, beautiful Kate. I need to set things in order in my new home, and then you can show me all of the delights of this town.” I force a smile and she relaxes her shoulders.
Typical, and boring. Just like all the rest.