To my siblings, Jane was a friend. A pseudo-sister, the girl we grew up with.
To me? She was everything.
Our passion consumed us.
When our world fell apart, I thought our love would be the thing that held us together.
She was the love of my life. But she abandoned me when I needed her most.
And I’ll never forgive her.
For years I’ve been planning my revenge against the people who took everything from me.
Jane won’t be an exception. I’m coming for her.
She knows it.
She says she wants to help me serve my version of justice on the people who hurt me.
I’ll let her.
She probably thinks it will save her from me.
It won’t.
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I stared dully at
my painting. My creative mood had left the building, under the weight of the
many questions going around and around in my head. Adrenaline made it hard for
me to sit still. Cursing Jamie under my breath, I grabbed my laundry basket and
headed toward the front door. Peering through the peephole, I double-checked
his door was shut before I left my apartment. Glowering at his door as I
passed, I hurried downstairs. How the hell had he maneuvered himself into my
building? And why?
To my gratitude,
the laundry room was empty as I crashed around inside it. I hauled out my stash
of detergent and softener from my allocated locker and started separating my
whites. That rat bastard. My heart raced, sweat gathered under my arms, and it
agitated me. An encounter with Jamie was the equivalent of fifteen shots of
caffeine.
And I hated that
he knew I was lying to Asher. Something he could easily hold over my head.
“You are a very
angry laundry doer.”
Jamie’s deep,
rich voice startled me. Trying to control my breathing, I glared over at him
standing in the doorway. Arms and ankles crossed as he leaned casually against
the jamb. He wore a T-shirt and jeans. Nothing had changed there.
He was still the
sexiest man I’d ever seen.
God, I hate him.
“What the hell are
you doing in this building?” I turned my back on him, marching over to the
stacked washers and dryers.
“I had no idea
you lived here,” he lied, his voice growing closer as he crossed the room
toward me.
Attempting not to
react physically, to not hunch my shoulders in tension, I stared unseeing at
the machines. What was I in the middle of doing again?
“What a surprise
to find out you’re my neighbor.”
I snorted in
disbelief and turned around, shocked to find him already in my personal space.
“Liar.” I dragged my gaze insolently down his body and back up. “Move away. And
I mean that in more ways than one.”
“Oh, does my
presence bother you?” His wicked smile caused somersaults in my belly.
“What are you
doing here?” I ignored his proximity. Okay, I tried to ignore his proximity.
In answer, he
stepped into me and I stumbled against the machines at my back. Jamie pressed
the palms of his hands on the dryer, caging me in. My breath caught and held as
his scent flooded me. That dark, earthy scent was enticing, and my body
betrayed my emotions.
Feeling panic
rise, I pushed at his chest, but he wouldn’t budge. “Jamie?”
Those ocean eyes
wandered over my face, cold, calculating. “He doesn’t know who I am. You
haven’t told him.”
I lowered my
hands. Touching him was even more discombobulating. “No.”
He bent his head
toward mine until our noses almost touched. I sucked in a breath. “I wonder why
you’re keeping it from him?”
Determined not to
let him see how much he affected me, I glared up at him. He’d only have to
touch me, hold my hand, to realize I was trembling. His face was so familiar.
His lips were lips I’d thought I’d kiss for the rest of my life. Why did the
pain of it never dull? Why did it still feel like a shard of glass through my
chest? “Did you leak those tapes of Foster Steadman to Asher’s mom?”
Something
menacing flashed in his eyes before he banked it. “And if I did?”
“Are you being
smart, Jamie?”
“Are you asking
out of concern for me or for your billionaire boy toy?”
“Jamie.”
“Never mind. I
don’t care.” The bastard dipped his nose to my throat, and I tensed against the
stacked machines. He inhaled, his nose brushing my skin, and my fingers bit
into the washer behind me. “You smell different,” he whispered, lifting his
head to my ear. “Expensive perfume. You’ve come up in the world.”
I felt his breath
caress my skin seconds before his teeth touched my earlobe. Gasping, I
instinctively pushed my palms against his stomach as he bit down hard, causing
a flush of heat between my legs.
With a dark
chuckle, Jamie released my ear after one last nibble and whispered, “Is he the
jealous type, Jane?”
I didn't know what to expect from this book. The synopsis is vague, but I was so intrigued and couldn't put this book down once I started. I literally read this entire book in one night. There are two parts of this book - part one which tells the story of how these complex characters became friends growing up - Jane Doe, is no stranger of not having a family - she's been bounced from foster home to foster home all her life. So when she meets Lorna and her siblings - she finally feels at home. Part one was wow, but when you reach part two of this book - wowza. It was not what I expected.
I will not retell or spoil in part of this book, but will say Black Tangled, is captivating from the beginning to the very end and a must read that is heartbreaking and suspenseful. The story telling by Ms. Young is fantastic and one of her best books to date.
About the Author
Samantha Young is
a New York Times and #1 International bestselling author from Stirlingshire,
Scotland. On Dublin Street was Samantha's first adult contemporary romance
series and has sold in thirty countries. She has since published over thirteen
romance titles including the New York Times Bestsellers Into the Deep, Hero,
and her most recent contemporary romance Fight or Flight. When writing Adult
Paranormal romance she writes under the pen name S. Young.
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