Publication date: March 13th, 2018
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
In the city of sin, who will be saved?
Beckett Carter is the last of his family; the head of Carter Enterprises and a reclusive billionaire living in a luxurious Las Vegas penthouse. Since his parents murder his obsession with justice has steadily grown stronger, leading him to become the masked vigilante known to criminals as the Phantom. When he's not out playing the part of a filthy rich playboy he trains his body hard, and in his disguise he brings the criminal underworld to its knees.
Crime reporter Ella James keeps everyone at arm's length, throwing herself into her work and her quest to find out what happened to her missing sister. She doesn't let anyone get close enough to her to see how damaged she really is and afraid to trust anyone fully, she has never let a man touch her. While going undercover she puts her life in danger and discovers the secret identity of the Phantom as he ruthlessly eliminates a room full of criminals. This one night sets off a chain of events neither of them expected.
Faced with the threat of being exposed, Beckett is left with only one choice. He takes Ella captive, keeping her in a secret room until he can complete his mission. In Ella, Beckett finds an opponent unlike any he's met before--she's smart, resourceful, and worst of all, innocent. The untouched woman locked away in his penthouse is the greatest temptation he has ever faced.
A tense rivalry between the two grows into something so much more than either could have imagined. When Beckett gives in and shows Ella how dark he can be, can she succeed and show him the light?
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Excerpt
I pushed off the bed, towards Beckett, and pressed my mouth against him. He gasped then pulled back, looking down at me in confusion. I was still breathing hard, my heart beating so fast I was terrified it was going to stop at any minute, pushed to its limit. I opened my mouth to say something, to apologize or explain myself, but Beckett pushed himself forward and closed his lips over mine. I shut my eyes as his strong fingers wound in my hair, tugging slightly, as he parted my lips with his tongue and stroked.
I sank against the mattress, giving in to him. Beckett kissed like he owned me, like he was exploring the soft corners of my mouth and laying claim to every secret part. I was dizzy, heat rising to my cheeks and between my legs as he stroked his thumb over my neck, holding me down, my lips swelling with the pressure of his urgent kiss.
Suddenly Beckett pulled back, breaking contact and leaving me wanting.
"No," he gasped, his voice ragged.
I pushed myself onto my elbows, watching him as he stepped back.
"It's okay," I tried to assure him. "I wanted to."
"This is wrong," he turned his back to me, running his hands through his hair. I wanted to touch his hair, I wanted to run my fingers through the strands as he kissed me again.
"Beckett--"
"You're confused Ella. I've taken you captive, but I won't take more from you. I won't allow myself. You don't understand. The things I want to do to you... you don't want to find out how dark I am. How dark I can be."
I crawled to the edge of the bed, the chain around my ankle rattling lightly as I moved. He was right. This was insane, I was out of my mind, but I didn't care. A part of me wanted him, I didn't know why. Maybe after everything I had been through in my life this is what I felt I deserved. This is how I should be treated after a lifetime of pushing people away and making risky decisions.
"Show me," I whispered, watching him as he clenched his fists, his back still to me. "Show me who you really are Beckett."
He turned to face me finally, a tortured look on his face.
"No Ella. I can't. I need to go. Stay here."
I raised my eyebrow at him. I was chained to his bed, where did he think I was going to go?
I sank against the mattress, giving in to him. Beckett kissed like he owned me, like he was exploring the soft corners of my mouth and laying claim to every secret part. I was dizzy, heat rising to my cheeks and between my legs as he stroked his thumb over my neck, holding me down, my lips swelling with the pressure of his urgent kiss.
Suddenly Beckett pulled back, breaking contact and leaving me wanting.
"No," he gasped, his voice ragged.
I pushed myself onto my elbows, watching him as he stepped back.
"It's okay," I tried to assure him. "I wanted to."
"This is wrong," he turned his back to me, running his hands through his hair. I wanted to touch his hair, I wanted to run my fingers through the strands as he kissed me again.
"Beckett--"
"You're confused Ella. I've taken you captive, but I won't take more from you. I won't allow myself. You don't understand. The things I want to do to you... you don't want to find out how dark I am. How dark I can be."
I crawled to the edge of the bed, the chain around my ankle rattling lightly as I moved. He was right. This was insane, I was out of my mind, but I didn't care. A part of me wanted him, I didn't know why. Maybe after everything I had been through in my life this is what I felt I deserved. This is how I should be treated after a lifetime of pushing people away and making risky decisions.
"Show me," I whispered, watching him as he clenched his fists, his back still to me. "Show me who you really are Beckett."
He turned to face me finally, a tortured look on his face.
"No Ella. I can't. I need to go. Stay here."
I raised my eyebrow at him. I was chained to his bed, where did he think I was going to go?
About the Author:
Jenny Lynn writes contemporary romance novels about charismatic billionaires, cocky bad boys and dominant alpha males. She loves to throw in exciting plot twists and plenty of steamy scenes that will keep you up at night. She writes men worth falling in love with, and definitely worth lusting after. Jenny has won awards for her writing but there is nothing that makes her happier than when people discover and enjoy her books. When she's not writing Jenny is spending time with her family and trying not to burn dinner.
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