![]() Now…? Now she was all woman, a bit of weight giving her curves and making her even more beautiful. Fifteen years ago, Gina had been a fresh, nubile girl of nineteen, slim and delicate and almost too angularly beautiful. The door swung open, revealing the one woman on the entire earth I would have given my entire fortune to never see again. The door was thick, dark wood reinforced with black straps of metal, locked from the outside. I heard a lock twist and turned my attention to the doorway directly opposite the bed. The headboard was set against a wall with windows running in almost a complete circle around the circumference of the room, which was clearly a rotunda, offering a spectacular view of the entire island, with the tiny fishing village of Ormos Armeni visible to the south. Brass rails two inches in diameter spanned between the stout upright posts at each corner, handcuffs shackling me in place. Oia is a city carved out of the rock on an island a hundred and fifty miles southeast of Athens, a quaint, quintessentially Aegean village. How did I get here? The blue of the sea was a perfect azure rippling with the occasional whitecap, sails dotting the blue there’s nowhere on earth quite like the Aegean. In an instant, I knew exactly where I was. I could see that the buildings descended down the hillside in serried ranks, bare rock peeking through in places, the sea rippling in the distance, far below. I twisted my head and strained to see out the window, where I saw flat-topped white roofs, whitewashed buildings with blue doors and shutters, and more than a few roofs and cupolas painted that same distinctive bright blue. Something familiar, an old, haunting memory. This incredible brightness reminded me of something. It was a platform bed, the headboard mounted directly to the wall. Bedpost? The bed in the Languedoc chateau didn’t have posts. Was this a new game of Kyrie’s? I tugged hard, but my wrist was bound firmly to the bedpost. Gradually my eyes adjusted to the light, and I craned my neck, looking for a hint as to where I was, or why my hands were restrained. I was having trouble getting my bearings. I could hear the waves crashing outside the window. The sunlight was blinding, and it bounced off the waves like so many knives. I shut my eyes again and peered through slitted lids. I had to blink and squint and twist my head to the side. I tried to touch my fingers to my forehead, but couldn’t. It felt like a thousand hammers were pounding on my skull. I swallowed hard, hoping Henri wouldn’t get in any trouble because of me. Visit Jasinda's website Follow Jasinda on twitter at Join Jasinda on Faceboook at. ![]() You can find her on her farm in Northern Michigan with her husband, author Jack Wilder, her six children and menagerie of animals. Her bestselling titles include ALPHA, STRIPPED, WOUNDED, and the #1 Amazon and international bestseller FALLING INTO YOU. NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY, WALL STREET JOURNAL and international bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. ![]()
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