The last time I saw my sister was the day before she
vanished from my life. I’ve spent the last five years searching for her,
clinging to the hope that one day I will find out what happened to her, but
every lead has ended up at a dead end.
He took me because he thinks I’m Her.
My instinct is to run. I want to fight my way out of there,
but I can’t. This man is my only connection to my sister. I’ll do whatever it
takes to uncover the truth. Even if it means falling right into the arms of a
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Before my eyes even open, I know he’s watching me. I can
feel the weight of his stare. My heart plummets as any chance of this being a
dream disappears. Sure enough, as I roll over he comes into view, sitting in
the same spot he was before. I sit up, both embarrassed and curious at his
interest in watching me sleep.
“Thought you might be hungry,” he says, tossing a neatly
folded brown package on the bed. “It’s just a sandwich,” he adds, noting my
As much as I want to throw it back in his face, my stomach
betrays me with a loud rumble. My face heats as I busy myself with opening the
thin layer of paper.
The bread is fresher than I expect and the aroma of ham
fills the air. I eat without coming up for air, partly due to being so damn
hungry and also because I have no idea when my next meal will be coming.
“Thanks,” I mutter, screwing the wrapper up into a tight
He hesitates and sits down next to me. My heart races at his
proximity and I shuffle over a few inches. He chuckles and rubs his jaw.
“You’re really taking this whole wide-eyed innocent act too
far,” he comments.
My mouth gapes. I have no idea how to respond to that. When
he reaches for my hand, I jump, and try to yank my arm away. His fingers close
around my wrist as he pulls me closer to him. I whimper. He’s so close I can
feel his warm breath on my neck.
“I’m sorry if I scared you earlier,” he says, his eyes
penetrating mine. I want to look away, but I can’t. “I’m just…you frustrate me
sometimes. I think you’re finally getting it and then you do something stupid
“I don’t know who you are,” I whisper, shaking my head.
“Please, let me go. I wont tell anyone—”
“For fucks sake, Anna, will you quit this bullshit,” he
growls, pulling me to my feet. He steps backward, pushing his body against
mine, trapping me against the wall. Terrified, I try and push him back, but
he’s too strong. His six foot and well stacked frame easily overpowers me.
Suddenly, my blood runs cold. I gasp, struggling to breathe as his words repeat
in my head. One word. Anna. He called me Anna.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. It all makes sense now.
He thinks I’m her.
About the Author
M.C. Jackson released her debut novel, Mistaken Identity, in
May 2017. When not writing, M.C. enjoys reading everything she can get her hands
on, spending time with friends and family, and cooking up crazy meals after
binge watching Masterchef.
been born into wealth, and with that comes a certain responsibility. She has
been promised to Hail, who has just taken over Royal Industries along with his
brothers and cousins. The Royal family screams power and money and they’ll
destroy anyone who stands in their way of acquiring more.
more forceful and unyielding than the preppy son of a greedy bastard Lily took
him for. Everything about him is dominant. When his eyes lock with hers sparks
fly instantly. Lily belongs to Hail and there’s nothing she can do but honor
her grandfather’s promise.
look at Lily and Hail is determined to own her in every way. He doesn’t want
her obedience just because she’s honoring a promise. He wants her obedience
because she craves to please him.
The force of nature might just be too much for the delicate Lily.
I'm just your typical working girl who never mixes business with pleasure. Although some may say my business is all about pleasure. For the past four years, I’ve allowed my profession to define me, distancing myself from family, friends and most of all love. Hating the reflection I see staring back at me in the mirror, I muddle through each day with my heart sealed off like a tomb, until two strangers enter my life. One teaching me the true meaning of friendship. The other teaching me the true meaning of love. She’s everything I’m not. Humble, loving, and devoting her life to others. We’re an unlikely duo who are polar opposites, but at the same time so alike. Never in a million years could I be friends with someone like her...until I was. Then there’s him. He’s my Thursday afternoon client. Just like all the others: handsome, rich and charming…yet so very different. Trying to overcome a painful past, he seeks out my services as a refuge, only to find that we’re opening our hearts to each other in ways that neither of us could've imagined. I could never fall in love with someone like him...until I did. And now I'm finding myself longing for it to be Thursday afternoon all week long.
*Sneak Peek* "Oh, Simon? I happen to love that name.” “Do you?” He played along. "I do. It reminds me of a caring, genuine, handsome man. One who has a huge heart, but sometimes doesn’t have the best judgment in people or business deals.” "Really? Because I can assure you, I make excellent deals every day with my business, and as far my judgment in people goes…” He moved closer and whispered in my ear, “I don’t let too many people into my life, so you can bet that the few I do allow in are pretty special.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ever since I can remember, I have always enjoyed creative writing. There was always something about being able to travel to a different place or become a different person with just the stroke of a pen—or in today's world a touch of the keyboard. My life is not as interesting as my books or the characters in them, but then again whose life is? I'm a mom of twin teenage boys, a crazy Border collie and a cat with an identity crisis! I guess you can say writing is my form of Calgon!
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Tate had been eyeing the clock all afternoon
waiting to hear the outcome of the Berivax trial, and while he was happy it was
finally going to be over, he also hoped all of Logan’s hard work had paid off.
“When was the last time we had sex?” Logan’s
question was so blunt and unexpected it had Tate stumbling over his response
for a second, and when he didn’t answer, Logan continued, “You don’t know, do
The side of Tate’s mouth twitched at Logan’s
disgusted tone. “Well, to be fair, you caught me off guard. I had to think for
“And now that you’ve had time to think?”
“Oh my God. You can’t remember,” Logan said,
and Tate couldn’t stop his laugh then. “That’s fucking shameful.”
“We’ve just been—”
“Don’t say it—”
“—busy.” Tate headed over to the door that
separated the bar from the tiny foyer and stairwell that went up to their loft,
shut it behind himself, and took a seat on one of the steps. “Well, we have
been. This case of yours has taken up most of your time, and with the bar hours
we just got…busy.”
“Yeah? Well, that shit needs to stop. Right
Tate leaned his shoulder against the wall
and shut his eyes, picturing Logan with his jet-black hair, those piercing blue
eyes, and that full, sensual mouth. Tate had barely had time to say goodbye to
him this morning, and no matter how much he was laughing it off, Logan was
right—this not seeing one another was bullshit. They needed to sit down and
work something out, now that Logan’s schedule would be returning to something
“Agreed,” Tate said. “Something needs to
“Good. How about we discuss it at dinner?”
Tate winced. “I’m here until one.”
“Can’t you beg Amelia to stay and come meet
me?” Logan asked, and if he hadn’t sounded quite so desperate, Tate might not
“What am I going to get if I come to you?”
Logan’s voice lowered to a tone that never
failed to make Tate hard. “Me. All night. And maybe again in the morning. I’m
in a giving kind of mood.”
Tate swallowed and stretched his legs out in
front of himself, suddenly needing a little more room in his jeans. “All night,
huh? It’s been a while since that happened.”
“It has. So come find me and I’ll rectify
that little issue you’re having with remembering our weekend away at the cabin.
That was the last time my cock was
“Jesus, Logan.” Tate pressed a palm to his
erection, recalling the weekend trip they’d made around three weeks ago. Or
maybe it was four. Shit, okay. They
did need to work something out if he was having trouble remembering that. “Let
me get things settled here and I’ll be at your office in”—he checked his
watch—“an hour? Hour and a half?”
Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!” A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR. You can reach her on the web at www.ellafrank.com and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ella.frank.author Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Philips.