Not His To Love: Legal Romantic Thriller

Book 4: The Black Widows

by Christina OW

Genres: Romantic Suspense; womens fiction; women warriors; Second Chance Romance; multicultural romance; legal thriller

Synopsis

Years after a vicious attack, Daniel Baker still wakes up a sweaty shaky mess from horrifying nightmares. But it's expected. Someone did try to kill him, and not just anyone. But unlike the rest of everyone else involved, he still can't move on. Can't forgive. And now, his life is about to become even more complicated with his ex's re-entry in his life, baggage and all.

Luciana Garcia- Jones has been trapped in her nightmare of a marriage for twelve years. She's tried everything to get out of it but has failed repeatedly, and miserably. Then the one man she's ever loved shows up in her life as her husband's lawyer and Luciana is sure it's a sign. Could he possibly be what she needs to finally escape the hell that is her life?

The last thing Daniel wants is more complications in his life as he works on recovering. That is, until he finds out the truth about Luciana's marriage.
Now he wants her back. Whatever the cost.

Trigger Warning: The content might include graphic references to topics such as sexual abuse, self-harm and violence.

 

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Release date: November 15, 2021

Print pages: 227

Content advisory: Elements of abuse

Sample

He heard the gaggle echo loud in his ears as his throat filled up with the metallic taste of blood. His entire body shook—from the cold or fear, he wasn't sure which one. He choked as blood sipped down his airway. He was going to asphyxiate to death. He turned his head to the side and let the blood pour out of his mouth. He could breathe again—not much but just enough.
 But what was the use of feeling relieved if he was still going to die? 
Fear consumed him as he watched the bloody blade descend again, completely paralyzed, and unable to move. Crippled against the attack.
He was defenseless!
She drugged me, had been his first thought when the knife had made its first plunge into his chest, ripping through muscle and flesh with excruciating pain. It was the only explanation, the reason why his limbs felt so heavy making him incapable of defending himself. He should have known she wouldn't give him a bottle of Chivas Regal without an ulterior motive. If he lived through this, he wouldn't be able to look at his favorite bottle of whiskey the same way again. No, if he did live through this nightmare, he was never touching the thing again!
But... he wasn't going to... he was dying, so yes, he was never going to drink his favorite whiskey again, because he would be dead.
Why are you doing this to me? He wanted to scream but lacked the strength to. He turned his heavy head to look up at her. She sat astride on his abdomen, the long kitchen knife clutched in her hands held up over her head. A dazed look in her eyes and a smile... a smile that chilled him to his already cold bones.
"Please!" he struggled to breathe the word through his numb lips and blood-filled mouth.
He groaned, squeezing his eyes tightly shut until tears leaked through the cracks when the knife sunk into his chest a third time. 
Just pass out! He begged his mind to turn off. 
He couldn't breathe. Loud whizzing noises came to his ears moments before the gaggle. His throat was filling up with blood again. He was going to die.
He was going to die, unloved and alone—his greatest regrets. 
A smiling face filled his thoughts then, calling his name softly with a heavy Spanish accent.
"Danny."