Authors: Cynthia Eden
Tags: #Fiction, #Contemporary, #Romance
New York Times
best-selling author Cynthia Eden continues her dark and sexy “Mine” romantic suspense series with…
MINE TO CRAVE
HE TAKES WHAT HE WANTS.
From the moment that billionaire casino owner Drake Archer sees Jasmine Bennett, he’s obsessed. Consumed by desire for the mysterious redhead, Drake will do anything necessary to claim her. Yet as desire rages between them, danger is stalking ever closer. Drake’s past isn’t dead, and the ex-Special Forces agent will soon have to face the ghosts he left behind.
SHE’S HIDING SECRETS.
Jasmine isn’t who she pretends to be. She’s a woman on a mission—and she’s supposed to be stealing secrets from the mysterious Drake. Falling for him isn’t on her agenda, but when lust and love tangle together, all the rules get broken.
AN ENEMY IS CLOSING IN…
When Drake learns of Jasmine’s betrayal…all hell breaks loose. He knows that he should turn his back on her, but it’s too late for him. He can’t let her go, but he can teach her a lesson. No one betrays him…not without paying a heavy price. Drake will destroy all of the enemies on his trail, he’ll bury his past, and he’ll teach Jasmine to want only him…just as much as he craves only her.
This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are not intentional and are purely the result of coincidence. The characters, places, and events in this story are fictional.
Copyright ©2014 by Cindy Roussos
Cover art and design by: Pickyme/Patricia Schmitt
Copy-editing by: JRT Editing
Going to shoot me
?” The woman before him taunted. A woman who should have been a ghost. “
Going to leave me to die alone? Again?”
Drake Archer circled her. They were in a small apartment, and the scent of death already filled the air around them.
The beautiful woman before him—Anna Jean—she had a knife. He had to get that knife away from her.
She’s already hurt too many people. I have to stop her.
He opened his hand. Held it out to her. “Give me the knife.”
She laughed at him.
Her laugh was so familiar. Once that laughter had seemed to warm him, now it made ice grow around his heart because he saw her for exactly what she was.
Her beauty only went skin deep. Evil was at her core.
Drake started to shake his head. How had he been so wrong about her? How?
And in that one moment, Anna Jean attacked. She lunged forward and drove her knife into Drake’s stomach, and then she yanked, jerking the blade to the right. He fell back, stunned, as his blood pumped from him and a chill seemed to consume his whole body.
“This time, you get to die,” Anna Jean told him and she was smiling.
His knees sagged. Drake hit the floor.
he wasn’t supposed to go out like this. And…it was all his fucking fault. He’d trusted the wrong woman. Fell for lying eyes.
Anna Jean wasn’t going to stop. She was a killer, straight to her soul. There were others in the apartment. Others that she would take out with a cold, calculated brutality. He had to stop her.
His blood soaked his shirt. He tried to look up, to move, but his whole body trembled.
Anna Jean drew closer to him. He could feel her gaze, even though he couldn’t see her face. “Maybe he did love me,” she mused. “Because if he’d been smart, he would’ve shot me when he had the chance. Instead, I had the pleasure of gutting him.” Her voice dropped. “That’s what you get for leaving me in the cold.”
I never loved you.
When Anna Jean moved to step around him, his hand flew out. His fingers locked around her ankle. “No…” Drake growled.
“Oh, darling, relax, I’ll slit your throat and end things soon.”
And she would. Without any hesitation. When
been the one to foolishly hesitate.
He would never hesitate again. Drake tried to heave his body up.
I have to stop her.
He would do anything…
to stop her.
Drake pushed through the pain even as more of his blood pumped from his body. He managed to grab the knife that Anna Jean had used on him. She wasn’t expecting another attack from him, not then. She thought he was too weak.
Her mistake. Drake lunged up, and he drove the knife into her heart. Anna Jean gasped. Her eyes widened. She turned her head to look at him.
“I didn’t…miss this time,” he managed to tell her. No, he’d ended Anna Jean.
She died in his arms.
And his blood kept flowing out…
Drake jerked upright in bed, his body soaked in sweat and the memories still twisting in his head. Because that hadn’t been a dream. No nightmare to mess with his head.
That had been his sick reality.
His hand slid over the newest scar on his stomach. A wound that had come far too close to taking him out.
Only he’d survived.
His ex-lover hadn’t.
She wasn’t his first kill. Not even close. But she was the one who haunted him. Because of her, he’d learned an important lesson.
Drake would never again fall for another woman’s lies.
Drake Archer wasn’t looking for trouble. He didn’t want complications. He didn’t want questions.
He wanted to fuck. Wanted to sink into the arms of a sweet-smelling woman and pretend the nightmares that chased him every time he closed his eyes weren’t real.
Even though he knew they were.
The club was packed.
club. He owned the casino and the club that was attached to it. So he stood on the top floor of his domain, behind the tinted glass, and he watched the crowd. Bodies gyrated down there. Women and men heaved against each other. Music was pounding, but he didn’t hear the beat or any of the voices that must be rising down there. He’d soundproofed this room. He liked to watch the others, but he sure as hell didn’t want anyone seeing—or hearing—him.
Some women wore glittering dresses. Some wore scraps that were designed to turn men into lusting monsters.
His gaze swept over the crowd, moving a few more feet, as his attention slowly shifted toward the bar.
Then his eyes narrowed.
The woman standing at the bar—her fingers curled around the slender stem of a martini glass—she wasn’t like the others.
Her hair was a dark red, glinting under the lights. It skimmed her shoulders, moving slightly as she turned her head and gazed—
right up at me.
She wore all black. Not some seductive dress. But pants and a form fitting turtle-neck. She reminded him of a sexy jewel thief for a moment, and his lips quirked at the image.
He put his hand to the glass when another man approached her. A slickly dressed guy, oozing pompous confidence and cash. The jerk put his hand on her shoulder.
She shrugged him away.
Then she kept staring right up at Drake.
His jewel thief truly acted as if she saw him. Impossible, of course. There was no way that she could see through that tinted glass.
She crooked her finger at him.
A wide smile flashed across her face, and the redhead crooked her finger one more time. A dare. A taunt.
know he was there. Maybe she’d gotten chatty with the wait staff. Maybe the bartender had told her that Drake would occasionally invite women up to his private lounge.
But the redhead was dead wrong about the way this scene was played. He didn’t dance to anyone else’s tune. A pretty face and a sexy body wasn’t about to get to him.
He needed, he wanted, but
was the one always in control.
In business and in the bedroom, Drake knew how to dominate.
He wouldn’t be going to the little redhead.
He dropped his hand.
That just wasn’t the way he worked.
Jasmine Bennett’s heart was about to burst right out of her chest. And, thanks to the ever pounding music, she was pretty sure that her ear drums might be about to burst, too.
“Let me buy you a drink,” the guy next to her said, and the fellow’s lips brushed over her ear as he leaned in real close to make that offer.
She shoved him back. He was in the way. The last thing she wanted was for Drake Archer to think that she was involved with this bozo. She’d planned too hard for this moment. There was no way some drunk playboy was going to wreck her night.
“Not interested,” Jasmine gritted out. Talk about not taking a hint. The guy just couldn’t get it to save his life. This was the third time. The
that she’d told him to back off. But he wasn’t backing anywhere.
He was crowding even closer to her. The guy seemed to have bathed in cologne, too—the cloying scent was about to choke her.
“I’ve got other plans for the night,” she told him, keeping her voice firm. Plans that involved her getting invited for a personal meet and greet with Drake Archer. Failure wasn’t an option for her. She
to get up there. Access to that private lounge of his was her end-goal for the night.
A desperate woman would do some very, very desperate things.
“No, love, you don’t have other plans.” His hand locked around her wrist. “You’re coming with me.”
That was the moment when Jasmine realized that the guy wasn’t quite as drunk as he’d appeared to be. Swallowing, Jasmine glanced down at her wrist. His fingers had closed around her in a too tight grip. An unbreakable one.
Oh, hell. Had her past just caught up with her?
“Now you don’t want to start a scene here, do you?” he murmured. “Because that could just get embarrassing for you.”
She’d thought her heartbeat was racing before. The frantic beat now shook her whole chest.
“We’re gonna walk out of here,” he said, his mouth right against her ear. “We’ll head to the parking garage, and then you’re gonna play things nice and easy.”
She was? Since when?
But he kept talking. The guy told her, “You’re gonna get in my car, and I’ll be taking you back home.”
Since he was being all chatty, Jasmine could hear the Texas drawl in his words.
That drawl had her muscles locking. Home was the last place she wanted to be, and she sure as heck wasn’t going to play the good girl and just march along with the man.
“You have me confused with someone else,” Jasmine said. She tugged on her wrist. No give at all. “Before this goes too far, you need to let me go. Then you need to walk out of this club. Just—go.”
He grinned. He was a fairly handsome guy, but he creeped her out. “No,” he told her, “I know exactly who you are—and you’re worth way too much money for me to walk away.”
She’d tried to warn the guy. He should have listened to her. Did the fool really think she cared about making a scene? Like embarrassment was an issue for her.
The way Jasmine figured it, she had two options right then. She could scream her head off, but with the music pounding, it was highly doubtful that anyone would hear her—or try to intervene.
So that left option two. Throw the jerk off-guard. He was stronger than her physically—hence the unbreakable grip—but…all attacks didn’t have to involve physical strength. There were lots of other areas in which she excelled.
She’d always been told that she was one hell of a kisser.
Instead of trying to pull away from him, she turned toward him and Jasmine put her mouth right on his. She felt the ripple of surprise that went through him. Obviously, the guy had expected her to fight for her freedom.
He should have read her file more. She was all about doing the unexpected. She leaned into him, arching slightly and, sure enough, she felt his grip on her wrist start to ease.
Your mistake, buddy.
The redhead was kissing the jerk.
What kind of game was she playing? Drake had been about to turn away from the glass when he saw her rise onto her toes and push her mouth against the man’s.
Drake’s hands clenched at his sides. He didn’t know the woman. Didn’t care who she kissed. No, he
But I want her.
And if Drake wanted her…
I’ll take her.
He pulled out his phone. “Get the redhead at the bar,” he barked the order. “And—”
She yanked away from the dark-haired stranger’s embrace. Turned on her heel and