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About THE ENFORCER
I was never supposed to be this woman.
I was supposed to
be a super wife. A mom. A business owner. And I was...Until an armed robber
sticks a gun into my face.
The man who saves
me? Javier Mondello. My former high school crush. A tattooed troublemaker
turned Adonis overnight.
A blast from the
past too good-looking for his own good.
There's no
denying it; the chemistry between us is all-consuming—electric.
But when danger
finds me again, when a crime of opportunity takes a twisted turn, I can't
decide which fate is worse: falling into the arms of my hero... Or finding out
what he's really up to...
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Read an Excerpt from THE ENFORCER
I don’t hear the soft scuff of a shoe
against the floor until it’s too late.
The touch on my shoulder is soft, a
caress almost. It makes me whirl on my feet, and the gasp I release from my
lips is nothing but a scream trapped in my throat as I turn to see a set of
green eyes glaring in my direction, a mass of dark hair framing a face
seemingly chiseled out of stone.
I stumble backwards, my body falling
into the closed curtain. Thick fabric and phantom hands entangle my body,
holding me and I flail at both, my fists beating against skin and silk. But the
hands are too quick for me. Fingers grip my arms and shoulders, spinning me,
and before I can say another word, my lips are clasped shut behind a calloused palm,
the soft smell of men’s cologne overwhelming my senses.
I whimper, but it’s no use.
I am trapped. And the knowledge makes
me claw. My fingernails break into skin, and as I pull at the fingers over my
face, a voice, low and rumbling, ruffles the strands of my hair, puffing slowly
over my skin.
“Stop. Stop fighting,” the voice
exhales. My chest heaves. Trapped front to back between a man’s torso and
locked forearm, my mind goes into panic mode. The panic turns into a frenzy
when the voice calls out louder, its reminiscent tone striking some small chord
within me.
He breathes my name. “Delilah.”
I mumble, fighting for breath. His
hand releases my mouth, moving ever so slowly. I lick my dry lips, my tongue
searching for the syllables. “Who…” I swallow, my voice gasping. “Who—who are
you?”
“What would be better?” he responds,
his words a molten flame, “The ugly truth? Or a pretty lie?” He releases me,
stepping back. “Knowing you, I’d almost say I have a better chance with the
lie. But then again, wasn’t your job once built on exposing them?”
I turn, still in his arms, and take a
deep breath. The fingers that hold me drop, and as I blink slowly, the face in
front of me comes into focus, the stranger’s strong features coming into light
with every agonizing second that passes.
My heart beats double fast, my throat
growing dry. I wrap a hand around my neck, still feeling the warmth of his
fingers. My body goes numb.
“Is it…?” I look closer, squinting.
“It is you. What the hell are you doing here?”
About Natalie Wrye
Natalie Wrye is a tequila connoisseur, Game of Thrones addict and author best known for writing page-turning Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense.
A Jersey Girl living in the South, when she's not obsessing over a new Netflix series or yelling at college basketball games on TV, she's usually crafting sexy stories about hard-bodied men and the strong-willed women who crave them.
She loves it when people get weird with her on Facebook, NatalieWrye.com or NatalieWrites@NatalieWrye.com.
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