Synopsis

Hypnotized... Unlocking her mind... Will unleash his darkest desires. Marlow Kane Two years ago I had the perfect life. Then…BOOM…everything was gone in a one shocking instant that left me dead inside. Now I’m a hypnotist on London’s famous Harley Street. I’ll help you kick a habit, lose an irrational fear, shed some pounds, or explore your past… My new client Olivia Swanson is an incredibly beautiful, mysterious and troubled young woman who has lost her memory. As our sessions commence her deepest darkest desires are laid bare and I realize she is not at all what she seems to be. What I uncover is so intoxicating I begin to lose all sense of professionalism. I know I should abandon our weekly encounters—I know I should stop—but I can’t… What I fear most is what I am discovering about myself.... Olivia Swanson. Marlow Kane is unlike any man I've ever known. He has film star looks, a ripped body and a very sexy American accent. But sometimes when he thinks no one is looking I see pain swimming in his eyes. To excavate my buried memories I gave him permission to delve into the darkest recesses of my mind, but I've now begun to experience flashbacks. The problem is I don't recognize the woman in my memories. But I say nothing because I fear he may suddenly stop and I cannot let him walk away. I live for his smoldering gaze and forbidden touch. He has no idea that the deeper he goes the more entangled we become....

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‘I want you.’ The gold went from his eyes. They glowed like wet amber. Wild, ancient, and powerful. Suddenly, as if it was too much to resist, his hand reached out and grabbed a handful of hair from the back of my head. My mouth went dry. I swayed toward him. I could smell him. Soap. Alcohol. At this time of the afternoon? And something else. The smells of his day? Impossible to tell. Intriguing nevertheless. The other hand, rough with urgency, curled around my waist. Hot, solid and possessive. His lips traveled downwards. It must have been only a second but it seemed to take ages. Breathlessly I waited for his lips to find mine. I felt him inhale before our lips touched. And then all hell broke loose and I lost all sense of time or place. The brutal warmth of his mouth was incredible. All that was cold and lost inside me went up in flames like kindling on a dry night. I laced my fingers through the lushness of his thick hair and moaned. His tongue was fire. Irresistible. A madness that swept along my lower lip. When he bit the edge of my bottom lip hard enough for me to gasp with a mixture of pain and pleasure, his tongue snaked into my open mouth, muscular, cocky, and tasting indescribably delicious. A rush of heat flared between my legs. I stood on tiptoes like a child reaching for a treat on a high shelf, and sucked the hot and silky flesh like it was toffee. I could have sucked him forever. The greed that flashed inside me was as shocking as the impatience that poured out of me. I was starving for him.

About The Author

Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.

When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights. And often with the man of her dreams.