by Maya Blake
Interviewer: So, Nick, your story is out there in the world now and anyone who hasn’t read it will be wondering from the blurb just what was going on with you and Belle that led to such a mess at the start of the book.
Nick: Yeah, things were messed up weren’t they? I admit freely, I took my eye off the ball on that one. But in my defence, I was pretty cut up when Belle walked away from me six months into our marriage. I believed we had a great thing going on, but I guess I was wrong.
Interviewer: You guess? You mean you didn’t know what was going on in your own marriage?
Nick: *winces* Look, I’m holding my hands up right now and saying, no I didn’t. I thought what we had was solid but then I realized we had a lot of disagreements before she walked out and I had been keeping stuff bottled inside and festering that needed to be aired. But I wasn’t counting on her being kidnapped by some psycho before I got the chance to put things right.
Nick: What happens when every man sees my Belle. She’s has a kind, generous heart and she’s the strongest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. But she’s mine and I’d lay down my life before I let any harm come to her.
Interviewer: So what happens now? We’re here on Althea, your private Greek island, a breathtaking paradise. Have you found your own personal paradise with Belle yet?
Nick: Not quite yet. I’ve got her back to Althea, but Charles Mwana is still out there. He needs to be stopped before he dares to harm another hair on Belle’s head. I won’t rest until I put him away for good.
Interviewer: It’s been a while since you hung up your Marine uniform. You think you’re equipped to take on a rebel leader with a small army?
Nick: If you read the news, you’ll know what I did to his so-called army when I rescued Belle from Nawaka. I’m hoping his learnt his lesson the first time we clashed. If he didn’t, if he’s crazy enough to try again, I say, “bring it”.
Interviewer: Well, our readers wish you the very best of luck. And a happy ending.
Nick: You can count on it. My Belle deserves nothing less!
Maya Blake's dreams of becoming a romance author began when she picked up her first romance novel at age thirteen. She eventually realised this dream in 2007 when her first romantic suspense was published. Maya lives in Kent, Southeastern England, with her husband and two kids and an endless supply of romance novels.
*On an idyllic Greek island, danger surfaces...and passion re-ignites.*
During a charity mission to a war-torn African country, Belle Jones is kidnapped by the vicious rebel leader determined to make her his. Belle’s estranged husband, Greek billionaire Nick Andreakos, stages a daring rescue, saving her from the horror.
To hide her from the obsessed kidnapper—-and to repair their broken relationship—-Nick whisks Belle away to his private island paradise. But she still won’t put up with his controlling ways...even if she’s still defenseless against their scorching-hot chemistry. With the brutal killer hot on their heels, Nick knows he must earn Belle’s trust again—-and *fast*. Even if it means risking everything. And losing his heart forever.
She didn’t believe him.
Nick whirled away, fists clenched so hard his knuckles protested.
“Where are you going?” Her voice, shaky but defiant, stopped him.
“Do you care?” He looked toward the beach, contemplating a hard run on the packed sand. Or maybe inside, in his gym. Right now he’d give anything to go a few rounds with his punching bag.
“Of course I care! You stopped me from walking away just now, and now you’re doing the same?”
“I think our conversation has reached its natural conclusion. If it hasn’t, it needs to, or we can throw any hope of this truce continuing out the window.”
“You’re upset with me, because I told you my feelings? That I didn’t immediately take your word as gospel?”
“I’m frustrated in more ways than one, but yes, I’m man enough to admit it’s more sexual frustration than anything else right now. And as much as you claim not to, I know you want me just as much. So unless you want this to end with us both horizontal on this terrace, I think it’s a good idea you stay away from me.”
He walked to the terrace steps, away from the need to snatch her back into his arms and make her believe him. He shucked off his shoes at the bottom of the steps and strode barefoot onto the grass. Half a minute later, he’d gained the beach.
The cool crunch of the fine grains of sand momentarily slowed him down. At the water’s edge, he stopped, breathed in deep, his restless gaze taking in the wide, calm expanse of the sea and the large sphere of the moon suspended over it.
She didn’t believe him.
He didn’t know why the knowledge devastated him. Was it because at the back of his mind, he’d expected once he’d told her she’d never strayed from his mind for more than a second, she’d fall into his arms and everything would be fine between them again? He hadn’t let himself think she’d dismiss his words so summarily. Well, more fool him.
He raked both hands through his hair, frustration and arousal biting through him in equal measures. The very fact that the blow Belle had dealt him just now hadn’t cooled his raging hard-on told him he had it bad.
But they couldn’t carry on like this forever. And he sure as hell wasn’t prepared to let her go. She could forget her ridiculous talk of divorce. She hadn’t sought one in the six months since she’d walked out, and he was damned if he’d let her start divorce proceedings now.