A woman shrouded in mystery.
One of the prophesized Seven Sisters of the Pleiades, her touch could heal or kill, but once touched, a man was forever obsessed. Talia Martin had lived a life of isolated loneliness by necessity. She was the government’s secret weapon, brought out, dusted off and, once again, put into service to save captured Navy Seals.
A man betrayed by love
Secret Service Special Agent Nickolas Pane didn’t know when he had been more devastated. Even the infidelity of his ex hadn’t shaken him like discovering his kid brother was MIA, captured by the Taliban in Iraq. Then – a mysterious proposal – an opportunity to rescue his brother and the other Seals on the special ops team. He would die to have her and kill to keep her.
She could find his brother, but had to touch Nickolas to do so. Undercover as man and wife, they traveled across the world, insatiable passion flaring between them. While Talia knew this was a mission from which she would not return, her death would free the man she had come to love. Nickolas, determined to bring her back or die trying, desired her more than life itself. He would never release her, or live without her.
“What am I to you, Talia?” he asked, straightening up and
moving closer to her. He crowded her between the big master where her suitcase
lay open and his big masterful body where his heart lay open and bleeding.
“That’s not the point,” she evaded.
“Oh, but it’s exactly the point. Yes, I know your track
record, as you call it, and I also know I was your first lover. Where does that
leave you?”
She dropped her gaze to the suitcase and continued folding
the T-shirt. It was incredibly soft, clearly high quality. She could tell he’d
put a lot of thought into all he'd purchased for her. Fighting tears, she
simply shook her head, not wanting to let him see her heart was breaking.
“Look at me, Talia,” Nickolas demanded.
She shook her head, not looking up. She wouldn’t even meet
his eyes. It broke him. He swept the suitcase from the bed with one powerful
arm. It sailed across the room and crashed against the opposite wall, causing
her to flinch.
“I won’t let you walk away from me, not now, not ever. Do
you hear me?”
“And I won’t spend the rest of my life being your
debilitating addiction. You deserve better than that.”
“You’re not my damned addiction,” he countered.
“Nickolas, think. All the signs are there, you’re jealous,
possessive and controlling. You protect me like a dragon hording its treasure.
Those are signs of addiction.”
“I’ll tell you what you are to me, woman, you’re my god
damned wife, legal and binding,” he shouted, grabbing her by both wrists and
pulling her to him.
“Wife?” She couldn’t have heard him right.
“Wife. We were declared common law.”
“Why?”
“So I could gain custody of you and keep you from spending
the rest of your life vegging away in some damned institution. So I could take
care of you, so I could bring you home where you, by fucking god, belong,” he
raged.
“Why would you tie yourself to me like that? Dr. Wilkinson
must have told you I probably wouldn’t ever recover. Did you feel like you owed
me because of Daniel?”
“I can never repay you for what you did for Daniel.”
“We can get this fixed, we can get an annulment,” she
pleaded.
“I tied you to me because that’s exactly where I want you.
There will be no damned annulment!” he roared, lifting and all but throwing her
on the bed. Covering her with his massive frame, he held both her hands over
her head in one powerful fist, wrapped the other in her braid at the back of
her neck to control her, and ravaged her mouth.
She whimpered and squirmed underneath him, driving him
into a frenzy of lust. He would have her. He, by god, would make her his, the
only way he knew how.
Releasing her braid, he ripped her gown from her body,
spilling out her gorgeous breasts. Damn, he’d missed them. The sight of their
perfection stole his breath. Cupping one pink tipped globe, he lowered his
mouth to the other, suckling as if his life depended on it while she continued
to struggle.
“Please,” she begged. If he kept this up, she would never be
able to leave him.
Having been brought up overseas and living with local families in many cultures, Cahira O’Donnell has a rich history to draw upon. Throughout her life and her travels she has been a dedicated student of shamanism and an explorer of the esoteric realms. Being psychic herself, Cahira’s real-life experiences with the supernatural infuses her paranormal romance writing with profound accuracy.
Armed with her history, combined with a degree in Psychology and a deep understanding of human nature, Cahira creates stories that are engaging, dynamic, realistic and boldly erotic.
Cahira now lives in the beautiful mountains of Colorado where she enjoys a quiet home, beautiful scenery and immersing herself in the art of storytelling.
To learn more about Cahira and her novels visit: www.cahiraodonnell.com
