A Contemporary Romance/Thriller
By Alexandra Richland
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When nurse Sara Peters treats celebrity billionaire Trenton Merrick for a mysterious injury to his forehead, she is blindsided by what follows: a passionate exchange in the examination room, followed by an invitation to Trenton's mansion the next night.
Trenton spins a web of deceit and seduction around Sara that both repels and attracts her. One part humanitarian, the other international financial mogul, his professional and public life are a curious contradiction. As Sara journeys deeper into her feelings for Trenton and begins unraveling the mystery behind his injury, she finds herself embroiled in a game of trust and betrayal, where the odds are stacked in Trenton's favor, and the outcome for the loser is too terrifying to conceive.
BONUS CONTENT includes four short stories written exclusively for this release.
"Pleasant But Not Nice" takes a closer look at the friendship between Kelly Sheridan and Denim Jacobson prior to Sara Peters' arrival in New York.
"The Five R's" accompanies Sean Mavis and Christopher Maida on a stakeout and reveals their initial impressions of Kelly and Denim.
"Dust" is an intimate look at Trenton Merrick's relief efforts in Haiti days after the devastating earthquake.
"The Celibate Spy" transports us back to 1968 when Randall Wolverhampton takes on his first mission as a junior agent in MI6, Britain's foreign intelligence agency.
PLUS the first chapter of the upcoming sequel to Frontline coming in 2014.
Excerpt from Frontline
Triage is just as busy as it was earlier. Valerie stands near the exit, conversing with Dr. Shore.
Mr. Merrick and I face each other. I rock back and forth on my feet nervously.
“Well, I guess this is good-bye.” I stick out my hand for him to shake.
Mr. Merrick slips his hand into mine, but instead of shaking it, he uses his hold as leverage to pull me into him.
“I’m really looking forward to tomorrow evening, Miss Peters,” he says, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine. “After all, I believe I owe you a proper kiss.”
My jaw drops. If what we shared earlier isn’t a real kiss in his book, I can’t imagine what one actually entails. I feel one hundred pairs of eyes on us from every direction.
“Uh, thank you for, uh, coming, Mr. Merrick,” I say, trying to remain calm, as though he and I are having nothing more than an innocent conversation.
Mr. Merrick drops my hand, but doesn’t move away. As if I’m not turned on enough, he leans in and brushes his lips to my ear.
“Welcome to my world, Miss Peters. You’ll soon discover that I live up to my many reputations in every way.”