Mine To Have
Mine Series, Book #5 by Cynthia Eden
New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Cynthia Eden continues her sexy “Mine” romantic suspense series with…MINE TO HAVE.
Is he a hero…or the villain?
When Elizabeth Ward sees Saxon Black rushing into the backroom of The Blade—a low end bar in Miami—she isn’t sure if he’s there to save the day…or just to raise some hell. But she’s being held hostage, and he’s her best hope of survival. Within minutes, she’s away from the jerks with the guns and riding fast and hard on the back of Saxon’s motorcycle.
Death stalks them.
Saxon has been working undercover for far too long. When he finds sexy Elizabeth—with a gun to her head—he knows he will do anything to keep her safe. But once he gets her away from her abductors, the threat to her isn’t over. Someone has put a price on Elizabeth’s head, and if Saxon can’t keep her safe from the danger stalking her, then she’ll be dead.
Their lives are both on the line.
As their enemies close in, Elizabeth and Saxon must go on the run. And the longer they are together, the hotter their attraction for one another seems to burn. Saxon vows not to let anyone hurt her, no matter what he has to do, because he’s falling fast for Elizabeth. He’ll stop the killers on her trail, and then he’ll have her. Forever.
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Excerpt
“You can let go now.”
His voice was the deepest, darkest rumble she’d ever heard, and it actually
took a few seconds for his words to sink in.
His voice was the deepest, darkest rumble she’d ever heard, and it actually
took a few seconds for his words to sink in.
When
they did, she was horrified. Her hands flew away from him and she shot off that
motorcycle. A bad move, really, because her thighs were still shaking from the
ride, and Elizabeth hit the ground.
they did, she was horrified. Her hands flew away from him and she shot off that
motorcycle. A bad move, really, because her thighs were still shaking from the
ride, and Elizabeth hit the ground.
Smooth move.
She
pushed up fast, though, and staggered to her feet. Elizabeth tossed away her
helmet and ran.
pushed up fast, though, and staggered to her feet. Elizabeth tossed away her
helmet and ran.
Unfortunately,
she didn’t get far. A big, strong hand
caught her shoulder and spun her around. In the next breath, her back was being
pushed into the nearby brick wall, and Saxon had her hands pinned above her
head. He held her easily, her wrists trapped in one of his hands.
she didn’t get far. A big, strong hand
caught her shoulder and spun her around. In the next breath, her back was being
pushed into the nearby brick wall, and Saxon had her hands pinned above her
head. He held her easily, her wrists trapped in one of his hands.
“Didn’t
we cover this?” he muttered, and his voice, if possible, had gone even deeper.
“No screaming, no running—”
we cover this?” he muttered, and his voice, if possible, had gone even deeper.
“No screaming, no running—”
“No
fighting,” she whispered back to him. “You said no…fighting. You never said I
couldn’t run.”
fighting,” she whispered back to him. “You said no…fighting. You never said I
couldn’t run.”
He
laughed then. A sound that was as deep as his voice and sent shivers racing
over her body.
laughed then. A sound that was as deep as his voice and sent shivers racing
over her body.
A
man wasn’t supposed to laugh when a woman was terrified. She knew nothing about the guy except for the
fact that she’d seen him shoot two men and beat the crap out of at least two
more. And he’d said he…wanted her.
man wasn’t supposed to laugh when a woman was terrified. She knew nothing about the guy except for the
fact that she’d seen him shoot two men and beat the crap out of at least two
more. And he’d said he…wanted her.
For
an hour.
an hour.
“Please,
let me go.” Elizabeth wasn’t above begging, not then. She just wanted to
survive that night. To get back to her apartment and pretend this whole
terrible nightmare had never happened.
“I won’t go to the police, I promise. I won’t tell them anything about
you.”
let me go.” Elizabeth wasn’t above begging, not then. She just wanted to
survive that night. To get back to her apartment and pretend this whole
terrible nightmare had never happened.
“I won’t go to the police, I promise. I won’t tell them anything about
you.”
His
head came closer to hers. She couldn’t discern much about him in that moment,
it was too dark, but she’d seen plenty in that terrible little room.
head came closer to hers. She couldn’t discern much about him in that moment,
it was too dark, but she’d seen plenty in that terrible little room.
Saxon. He’d been huge, filling that
doorway. He had to be at least six foot three, and his shoulders had been so
wide, his arms heavy with muscles. He
wore a faded t-shirt and loose jeans. He’d fought with a cold, vicious fury,
and he hadn’t even broken a sweat when he’d taken down his enemies.
doorway. He had to be at least six foot three, and his shoulders had been so
wide, his arms heavy with muscles. He
wore a faded t-shirt and loose jeans. He’d fought with a cold, vicious fury,
and he hadn’t even broken a sweat when he’d taken down his enemies.
I thought Kurt was scary. He’s nothing
compared to this guy.
compared to this guy.
“I
don’t want to let you go.”
don’t want to let you go.”
Those
words terrified her. No, he terrified her. He leaned even closer. She could feel the light
stir of his breath against her cheek. She had a flash of being tied in that
chair and looking up—and into a pair of dark and deadly eyes.
words terrified her. No, he terrified her. He leaned even closer. She could feel the light
stir of his breath against her cheek. She had a flash of being tied in that
chair and looking up—and into a pair of dark and deadly eyes.
And I asked him for help? A desperate woman would do anything. And she was desperate right then.
About the Author
USA Today Best-selling author Cynthia Eden has written over twenty-five novels and novellas. She was named as a 2013 RITA® finalist for her paranormal romance, ANGEL IN CHAINS, and, in 2011, Cynthia Eden was a RITA finalist for her romantic suspense, DEADLY FEAR.Cynthia is a southern girl who loves horror movies, chocolate, and happy endings. She has always wanted to write (don’t most authors say that?), and particularly enjoys creating stories about monsters–vampires, werewolves, and even the real-life monsters that populate her romantic suspense stories.
Cynthia’s foreign sales for her books include translations to Japan, Germany, Thailand, Greece, and Brazil.
(Back in the day…) Cynthia graduated summa cum laude from the University of South Alabama where she studied Sociology (because people interest her) and Communication (because she likes to write about said people). Cynthia has worked as a college admissions counselor, a teacher, and as an editor. But now, Cynthia is thrilled to be spending her days making up stories.
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