He was never a part of my plan…
Twelve years ago, when my mother chose her violent lover over me, my end of the deal was a room in an orphanage. Thank God, in six weeks, I’ll be eighteen and free!
Except, a certain stupid sweater in my backpack—okay, okay! I didn’t actually pay for it—lands me at court. And, look at that…my mother is back, too.
I want to keel over dead when the judge sentences me to time in France with her. Actually, I take that back, I want her to keel over dead! And then somebody says she has cancer. Wow, I’ve never had a wish fulfilled this fast. But until that happens—or I turn eighteen, whichever comes first—I’m required to work in some unknown family’s vineyards.
France, however, holds another surprise for me. Julian.
He doesn’t miss a chance to provoke me, and for some reason he seems to foresee each step of my brilliant escape plan. What the hell—?
But then he makes a tiny mistake. And suddenly, I’m confronted with a secret that makes the little hair at the back of my neck stand on end.
The book was free on Amazon for most of the time and downloaded 100,000 times
“That was quite an interesting…situation in there.”
With an evil grin, I hoped to send the message Mind your own crap, buddy. Out loud, I said sweetly, “Glad you enjoyed the show.”
“I didn’t really.” He wrinkled his nose. “Getting into a fight with a group of cops wasn’t your best idea. Even a smart girl like you might get hurt at some point.”
Yeah, sure. My eyes narrowed to slits. But his words warmed my heart in an unfamiliar way.
The young man nodded his chin at my tied hands. “They look a little uncomfortable.”
And they bloody well were, but I shrugged it off like it was nothing unusual. “The latest fashion. You heard the judge, I wear them quite often.”
A teasing smile that spiked my blood pressure played around his lips. “Shall we take them off?”
He had to be kidding. “Unless you’ve got teeth like a hacksaw, I don’t see how that would work.”
The guy crossed the hall to me, pulling a key-ring from his pocket. He squatted, leveled his eyes with mine, and shook the keys in front of my face. The friendly jingle of metal filled the high hallway.
My mouth fell open. “Where did you get those from?”
“You stole them from Quinn?” I pulled my hands out of his reach.
“Of course not.” The blond god gave me a pointed look. “I asked for them.”
Translation in progress. Translated by Elissavet Botsaki
Already translated. Translated by Lissethe Herrera
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