The A'rouk Brothers
Book Two
Blurb:
River’s been held captive so long that she doesn’t know any other way of life. When Damon finds her, she doesn’t believe he can heal her. He finds a way to not only heal her but earn her trust.
Now they are on the run from an enemy that wants nothing less than their deaths. The only power they have is the love that is sparking between them. Together they must learn to how to use their love to defeat the enemy.
This book contains adult content; it is not recommended for readers under the age of 18
Excerpt:
She was looking at him with big hazel eyes as he stretched his hand out towards her. Her body flinched fear warring with wonder in her eyes as she looked at him.
“I told you my name,” he whispered. “You never told me yours.”
She ducked when he started talking and placed her hands around herself as if she expected the sound of his voice to hurt.
“River, my name is River. I…” her voice wavered before going silent. She stuck her tongue out and licked her lips slowly turning her head looking for an escape route.
“You what?”
“I had an accident.”
He nodded his head. “You what? Threw yourself on that boulder and when you didn’t kill yourself you crawled off?”
She shut down on him. Her shoulders came up in her defense, and her hands began to push her body back painfully.
He sucked in a big breath of air calming himself down. “Accept my apology River; that was uncalled for.”
She nodded but still wasn’t meeting his eyes.
He took another deep breath to control the murderous feelings going through his body. This was no accident, someone had tried to kill her. He’d know more once he convinced her to allow him to do an exam. Whatever happened she was in danger, and it was his responsibility, his duty, hell his joy to protect her.
“River,” his hand slid slowly into the pocket of his jeans. “This is my scanner.” He pulled it out and showed it to her. “With this, I can get a good idea of what’s happening internally, and then I’ll know how to fix it.” “You want to help me?” She didn’t mean to sound doubtful, but she couldn’t remember the last time someone actively offered her help, and it was only hours since someone tried to kill her.
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