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Автор Hunter Kelly
Praise for Kelly Hunter
‘Hunter’s emotionally rich tale will make
readers laugh and cry along with the characters.
A truly fantastic read. ’
‘This is a dynamite story of a once-forbidden
relationship, featuring two terrific characters
who have to deal with the past before they
can finally be together. ’
‘This story starts out on a light, fun and flirty
note and spins into an emotional and heartfelt
tale about coming to terms with the past
and embracing the future. ’
About the Author
Accidentally educated in the sciences, KELLY HUNTER has always had a weakness for fairytales, fantasy worlds, and losing herself in a good book. Husband … yes. Children … two boys. Cooking and cleaning … sigh. Sports … no, not really—in spite of the best efforts of her family. Gardening … yes. Roses, of course. Kelly was born in Australia and has travelled extensively. Although she enjoys living and working in different parts of the world, she still calls Australia home.
Kelly’s novels
Recent titles by the same author:
CRACKING THE DATING CODE
THE MAN SHE LOVES TO HATE
WITH THIS FLING …
RED-HOT RENEGADE
UNTAMEABLE ROGUE
REVEALED: A PRINCE AND A PREGNANCY
EXPOSED: MISBEHAVING WITH THE MAGNATE
PLAYBOY BOSS, LIVE-IN MISTRESS
THE MAVERICK’S GREEK ISLAND MISTRESS
SLEEPING PARTNER
The One That Got Away
Kelly Hunter
PROLOGUE
THERE were limits—but Logan couldn’t remember what they were.
He lay on the bed, stripped-out and trembling, his body screaming out for oxygen and his brain not working at all. The woman splayed beneath him looked in no better condition.
Boneless in the aftermath, just the occasional twitch to remind them that there was substance there, the shallow rise and fall of her chest that accompanied her breathing.He looked to her skin; it had been flawless when he undressed her but it was flawless no more. There were marks on it now from his fingers and from the sandpapery skin of his jaw. Marks on her wrists and her waist and the silky-soft underside of
He’d met her in a bar; that much he could remember. Some student hangout near the hotel he was staying at. This hotel. This was his room; he’d brought her back here. She’d given him her number but that hadn’t been enough for him. The hotel nearby. He’d walked her back to it. Invited her back to his room.
And those golden eyes had seen straight through to his soul and she’d tilted her lips towards his and told him to take what he wanted, all he wanted, and more. And he’d done so and discovered himself utterly in thrall.
