Title: Big Ben
Series: See No Evil Trilogy #1
Author: Nana Malone
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 21, 2020
Blurb
It began with betrayal.
And ended in murder.
She was never supposed to cross my path.
She was never supposed to know about the currency of Secrets or the Oaths of Blood.
But like a thief in the night, she stole my soul even if she wasn’t mine to possess.
As a member of the Elite, I live by simple tenets. A gentleman above all. Private matters stay private. Secrets whispered are never revealed. Enemies and friends are of the same coin. And power is king.
My so called brothers killed my friend. I intend to make them pay. And before it’s over, I’ll bend all the rules of morality, decency and legality. I will borrow and steal to set the scales right. But begging--begging, you can forget about.
My name is Ben Covington and I know my sins.
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Excerpt
“You think this is my fault.â€
“I’m just saying.â€
“You’re the one who needs to be careful. You’re small and delicate, and you traipse around jumping into messes like you can’t get hurt. When someone tries to mug you, you try to fight back.â€
“I just couldn’t let it happen again. Besides, they wanted to take me somewhere, and even I know that’s not a good idea.â€
“At least you know that much.â€
She jabbed me in the chest, her finger leaving an invisible, searing burn on my skin. And I wanted more.
“You need to be more careful.â€
“Careful, Mr. Covington, someone might accuse you of caring.â€
I squared my shoulders. “Hardly.†My gaze fell on her lips, and my gut tightened. No. Stop looking at her mouth.
Olivia swallowed hard. “I am… uh…†The spark of lightning between us danced. I could physically feel the tension in the room. I needed to get changed. I needed her to get out for me to do that. But goddamn, her hands were on me as she patted me dry. “Look, it’s fine. I’m just going to help you, and then we’ll get back to our day, okay? God, I’m such an idiot. I was really trying to help.â€
She continued to pat me with the towel as she spoke rapidly, hardly taking a breath. Each press of her palm was stoking the flame, playing with fire. “Um, Livy?â€
She kept on talking though. About how I needed to be more careful. That I should have better situational awareness. Have a clue as to what was happening around me.
All the while, she had zero idea what was going on in my head. The war I was having with myself about touching her, about what was appropriate. All the blood rushed south, and I clenched my teeth, trying to fight against my growing erection. She chose that moment to glance down.
Fucking brilliant.
Her voice went throaty when she mumbled, “Um, I think you’re mostly dry. You can handle this yourself. I’m going to go.â€
I cleared my throat in a desperate attempt to regain control. “You probably should.â€
But she didn’t move, just stared at me with those wide dark eyes. Daring me.
“Olivia?†It sounded like a plea.
Her wide dark gaze met mine. “Yeah?â€
“I’m going to kiss you now.â€
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Author Bio
USA Today Bestselling Author, NANA MALONE’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. Want to hit me up? Just email me:With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters. Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana, meantime works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is. The books in her series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble best seller lists as well as the iTunes Breakout Books list and most notably the USA Today Bestseller list. Until that ninja job comes through, you’ll find Nana working hard on additional books for her series as well as other fun, sassy romances for characters that won’t leave her alone. And if she’s not working or hiding in the closet reading, she’s acting out scenes for her husband, daughter and puppy in sunny San Diego.
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