Title: You Don’t Know Me
Author: Georgia Le Carre
Release Date: August 19, 2016
I knew Noah Abramovich was trouble the first time our eyes locked. I was sixteen that summer. Sitting by the pool eating an ice-cream I can still remember how it melted over my fingers and dripped onto my thighs as I stared back at him. It wasn’t just his Greek god looks, the animalistic Alpha attitude, or his tall, powerful muscled body – it was the aura around him that screamed, Don’t fuck with me.
At sixteen I wanted him with the passion of a woman, but mine was a world of unwritten rules. Rules that are worth more than a man’s life. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that he was everything I could not have.
He never looked at me again, but I watched him from afar. I could tell there were deep secrets that kept his smile hidden. Dark and mysterious he seemed to fear no one, not even my father. A man he should have. One I feared greatly. As the years passed, the afternoon when time stilled became as unreal as a dream.
I am twenty-two now and in six months I will be married to a man my father chose. I will do my duty and bring respectability to my father’s dynasty, but before I give myself to that man, I must have a taste of the forbidden. Just one night with the man of my darkest fantasies, so I don’t lie on my deathbed, and regret that I never reached out and took the one thing I wanted most in life.
But will it heal or destroy me?
In the Mafia world, your past is never far behind. If you are careless, it seeps into your future and gets you killed. Just when I had fooled myself into believing I’d stepped away from it all, it suddenly appeared in my office.
Tasha Evanoff: She is what original sin must have looked like. Blonde, beautiful, voluptuous, and with secretive sapphire eyes that see right into my tainted soul.
She comes offering one bite of the red apple.
If I had any sense I’d shut the door on her, and send her back to her father, a psychopath of the highest degree. But that’s not who I am. If the pretty princess has the courage to walk into the lion’s den, I’m sure as fuck not going to pass on a challenge. I’ll take one bite of her apple. Why the fuck wouldn’t I? I’ve been lusting after it for years. Right here, right now, she is in my world, and she’ll damn well play by my rules.
She thinks everything will go back to what it was before, but I know what she doesn’t. You can never have just one night of raw passion. The body will always crave more.
Will she submit to her body’s desires or to her father’s?
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She reaches out a hand and unbuttons my shirt, exposing my chest. Her pale finger, the nail painted pearly pink, traces the tattoo of a roaring tiger on my chest.
‘Oskal (bared teeth) You were a thief,’ she breathes.
I don’t say anything. My tattoos tell their own tale of bloodshed, violence, and the unspoken moral code of my past. My time of treading a fine line between life and death. The punishment for getting a tattoo you have not earned is severe so they work as my CV, and being the daughter of a mafia king she can read each letter and design like a language.
She undoes the rest of the buttons on my shirt, pulls the shirttails out, and slips it off me. I watch her eyes hungrily take in the width of me, before her eyes alight on the tattoo of an epaulette inked onto my right shoulder.
‘High ranking,’ she whispers.
She rises to her tiptoes and kisses me right on the skull in the middle of the epaulette. It is a gesture of approval. She knows it signifies that I am not, or will ever be a slave to anyone.
I stand as still as a statue when she touches the rose. So many memories come crowding back. No other woman has touched it quite the same way. It is Delilah holding Samson’s hair.
‘You spent your eighteenth birthday in prison,’ she notes. Her voice grave.
Then her finger delicately trails the blade of a dagger. ‘You have taken life.’ She touches the drops of blood as she counts aloud the lives I have taken. ‘One, two, three, four …’ There are more drops, but she doesn’t go on. She looks up at me, our gazes touch, and she exhales a long breath. It sounds like regret or pain.
She walks around the back and looks at the massive tattoo of the Madonna and Child surrounded by saints and angels. In the background a cathedral. It is a thieves’ talisman. I know I am a sinner but protect me, guide me, bring me luck.
‘So … you were a thief from an early age,’ she deciphers. I feel her breath warm on my back.
‘Fifteen,’ I say quietly.
‘Mmmm.’ She lays her palm on my back and I close my eyes at the incredible softness of her skin.
She reads aloud the Russian words. Oh Lord, forgive me for the tears of my mother.
I twist around and grab her wrist. ‘That’s enough.’
Something flashes in her eyes, but it’s not fear.
‘So now you know all about me,’ I say. ‘What is there to know about Tasha Evanoff?’
‘There is only one thing you need to know about me. Tonight I am yours.’
I love to write about strong, possessive, dominant hero’s and sassy, smart heroines. My characters range from hot, dominant billionaires, to strong, powerful gangsters, and all kinds of bad boy’s in between.
I am the bestselling author of the Amazon #1 bestsellers, You Don’t Own Me 1 & 2 (The Russian Don series), the Billionaire Banker series and the Crystal Jake complete Eden series. You’ll find my books packed with thrills, suspense and of course lots, and lots of steam.
I live in a little old 19th century romantic cottage, surrounded by the most magical garden, filled with fruit and walnut trees and teeming with wildlife.
Sadly for me I love all things chocolate and food and have a voracious appetite for Romance reads, particularly new authors with a fresh voice.
When I am not feeding words into Amy, my precious laptop, I can be found lost in a long walk in the woods, particularly on moonlit nights; and often with the man of my dreams.
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