Synopsis
She’s on the run…
Brilliant art appraiser Alex Northrop’s ex used stolen art
to fund his nefarious activities. Now he wants her dead. But it isn’t just
herself she’s worried about – if he discovers who she really is, he’ll kill her
family.
Professor Henry Chilton is shocked to find a beautiful
stranger passed out in his bed, and even more so when she reveals a priceless
painting is a forgery – the painting he’d planned to use to fund a woman’s
shelter. She’s mysterious and frightened, and he is determined to discover why.
Alex's knowledge of art is undeniable—just as Henry’s
attraction to her is irresistible. But in order to help him recover the real
painting, Alex isn't just risking exposure...she's risking her life.
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Excerpt
Chapter One
Alex grieved as she looked toward the Louvre for possibly
the last time. She wrapped her arms across her chest and tried to steady her
breath. Overhearing Luc’s plan to celebrate their four-month anniversary by
murdering her had set off her own plan of running as far away from him as
possible—not an effective plan, considering the monster sat within six inches
of her in a car on the way to her death.
What began as a fairy-tale romance had morphed into a
traumatic descent into hell. A glamorous job, a handsome client, a little
romance, a perfect life, until she uncovered his deception. Luc was a crook.
And I was the gullible appraiser used to dupe art collectors
and even small countries out of their valuable assets. What an idiot I was to
believe his lies.
While his main henchman, Pascal, drove them through Paris,
Luc held her hand in the back of the Mercedes like they were still lovers. They
appeared perfect for each other, a rich art collector and the young art
appraiser who had fallen head over heels for him. Rugged good looks combined
with an enormous amount of wealth made him an ideal catch for a woman who
didn’t mind being beaten into submission.
Not me. I objected to every broken bone and every bruise on
my body.
Luc, dressed in a thousand-dollar suit and wearing a
sophisticated five-o’clock shadow across his chiseled features, seemed headed
out for a night at the theater, not on the way to eliminate his girlfriend.
Alex leaned away from him. She needed to get away. His free hand caressed her
arm, rubbed her shoulder, and pulled her back toward him. Moving slowly,
seductively, he wrapped his fingers around her neck and started to squeeze. He
stared at her, observing her reaction.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone. I swear it.” She pleaded for
her life, speaking French, the only language they’d ever used with each other.
As his hand tightened, she gasped and struggled for breath.
Luc drew her face closer to his. His lips pinched together,
causing the muscles in his neck to tense. “Liar.”
She struggled to pull away; his grip tightened. No longer
able to inhale, her eyes watered and her vision faded. With nothing left to
lose, she struck out at his face. He released her, but slapped her ear so hard,
her head flew into the door. The pain ricocheted through her skull, leaving her
numb for a moment.
She glanced out the window and saw salvation. As Pascal
slowed for a turn, she opened the door and jumped. Her Chanel suit acted as her
only protection when she hit the ground and bounced onto the road. Asphalt
scraped
her skin with each rotation until she slammed into the curb.
Pain rebelled in ribs not yet healed from her fall down Luc’s marble stairway.
Car brakes screeched nearby. In seconds, they would be on her. She hobbled to
her feet, sucking in huge breaths. Bystanders pressed around her, trying to
assist, but she twisted away, her hands poised to fight anything that touched
her.
She merged into the manic crowd entering the Gare du Nord at
rush hour. Men and women in suits, groups of schoolchildren, and what felt like
hundreds of tourists slowed her escape. With her passports tucked in a travel
belt under her skirt and several hundred euros in her possession, she boarded
the high-speed train for London and prayed he wouldn’t follow her.
About the Author
Veronica Forand is an attorney and an award-winning writer
of romantic suspense. She's lived in Boston, London, Paris, Geneva, and
Washington, DC and currently resides near Philadelphia. An avid traveler, she
loves to roam across continents with her husband and kids in pursuit of skiing,
scuba diving, and finding the perfect piece of chocolate.
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