Didn’t
I Warn You?
Bad for You, #1
Bad for You, #1
by Amber A. Bardan
Releasing
April 18th 2016
Carina Press//Harlequin AU
Carina Press//Harlequin AU
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Didn't I Warn You (Bad for You, #) . . .
Deep? Dark? Alluring? Longing. . . to get to the next page and see where things go. Yes. There are things that each of you will need to judge for yourself. For one person may find something deep, dark, alluring while another will say that it was just barely touching the surface of what these words mean. I on the other hand found more inside the pages of this read than I initially anticipated. Now, I want underestimate the next read. I am awaiting Didn't You Promise.
Not one to give away the book because I feel we all should read it for ourselves. I can say that both Angelina and Haithem are in for something that neither were expecting but maybe anticipating. Angelina was a sheltered young woman. She has yet to live life to the fullest. Haithem was a man of the world. Wealth. Prestige. Connections. Means.
There was growth in character for Angelina. This was something that made the story work for me. The changes in her translates to the her by the end of the book. Haithem may be just a bit misunderstood because of his wealth and lifestyle.
Amber Bardan did a good job on this one and leaves you with a sense that you want to continue on to the next book of the series. You feel as if you will be getting just as good if not better read from the up coming addition to this series.
Not one to give away the book because I feel we all should read it for ourselves. I can say that both Angelina and Haithem are in for something that neither were expecting but maybe anticipating. Angelina was a sheltered young woman. She has yet to live life to the fullest. Haithem was a man of the world. Wealth. Prestige. Connections. Means.
There was growth in character for Angelina. This was something that made the story work for me. The changes in her translates to the her by the end of the book. Haithem may be just a bit misunderstood because of his wealth and lifestyle.
Amber Bardan did a good job on this one and leaves you with a sense that you want to continue on to the next book of the series. You feel as if you will be getting just as good if not better read from the up coming addition to this series.
**This
ARC was provided via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.**
Bad for You series:
Didn't I Warn You - Bad for You, #1
Didn't You Promise - - Bad for You, #2
BLURB
Not everything dangerous is
bad.
From
the moment Angelina laid eyes on him, she fell into a fantasy. Mysterious,
foreign, gorgeous, Haithem offered her what she needed most—a chance to feel
again.
But
Haithem is much more than he appears to be. He lives in a world of danger where
everything comes at a price.
For
Angelina, that price is her future.
He's
made sure the life she's left behind is in tatters. Made her family believe
she's dead. Still, he talks about protecting her, about keeping her safe, but
she can't distinguish his truth from his lies. She can't separate her pleasure
from his betrayal.
Haithem
warned her. He told her he'd make her heart race, her body come alive and her
most primal needs rush to the surface. His for the taking.
He
didn't say she'd come to love the devil who's destroying her, even as he keeps
her prisoner.
“I swear—you never
existed. I never met you at all.”
His gaze flicked to
my touch, and stuck there as though the touching of him was not something that was usually done. His expression
shivered and whatever I thought I saw vanished. He rose to his feet. “I’m
afraid a promise made under duress is no promise at all.”
“What do you mean,
duress?” I leaped off the bed.
He strode for the
door. Apparently, he thought our conversation was over. Pity—I wasn’t done. I
followed him onto the deck.
Salty air swept hair
across my face.
“It’s not as if
you’ve threatened me, so I’m not under duress.”
He paused, pushed the
notepad into his pocket and turned. “You think someone has to hold a gun to
your head for you to be helpless?” His movements changed, went sharp yet
somehow also slinky. He walked—not to me but around me. “I have all the power,
all the say. And you—” he pointed his finger directly at me “—you, Angel, are a
scared girl who wants to go home.”
His words whipped me
like lashings from the wind. Painful, cutting lashes that made me want to cry.
He stalked me, closing his circle just as surely as a shark. My veins spurted
adrenaline, instinct compelling me to run.
But I didn’t run.
That would break the dubious politeness he’d affected, and this small glimpse
at what lay underneath was enough to shake the skin around me.
There was nowhere to
run. He’d catch me, and—god help me—I might even enjoy it.
I might enjoy
something so real and so raw as being caught, even if it hurt. No polite
control. Nothing proper or respectable. Just real.
He walked and walked,
round and around. My neck strained to keep up with him. I couldn’t drop my
gaze, couldn’t let him out of my peripheral vision.
“You owe me nothing.
I expect nothing from you. I trust no promises from you.” His voice softened,
whispered around me from what felt like all directions. He stopped directly
behind me, his hands coming down on my shoulders so I couldn’t turn. “But this
doesn’t have to be a nightmare. It doesn’t have to be a trap or a prison.” He
pulled me back against him, and suddenly his arms were around me and the beast
was gone, replaced instead by a comforting protector.
My pulse jumped. How
quickly he could change.
“This isn’t fair. For
that, I owe you,
and I always honor my debts.”
I’d slipped into
hyperawareness—of the arm around my waist, the body at my back, the voice in my
ear. I could almost see myself in his arms, standing like a waxwork, so still
and glassy-eyed. Mesmerized.
“I saw your face when
you told me you’re smothered so tightly you can’t breathe,” he whispered. “You
could be free…” He brushed his cheek against my temple. “No one around. You
could be yourself.”
He rocked me, so
softly I almost missed the shift of my weight from one side to the other. I no
longer knew if I was holding myself up.
“I can give you
sunsets on the ocean. I can show you space so endless you’ll lose yourself.”
My hair caught on his
bristles.
“Have you ever run
down a deserted beach, Angel?” His hand moved on my belly. “Have you ever swum
naked in salt water?” His voice penetrated my head, my blood, sinking down
somewhere even deeper.
“Imagine three weeks
where anything you ask will be indulged. All your demands met. Ask me for
something—ask me for anything.”
My eyes closed.
“Do you need someone
to hear you?” His word curled into my ear so gently, I felt the heat of his
body in his breath. “I’ll listen to you talk for days.”
He touched my chest,
pressed his palm flat against me.
I twitched.
“You can tell me what
it is you keep buried in here. What you’re holding on to so tightly that you
can’t let go. You can give it all to me, Angel. Just hand it all over to me…”
Air flooded my lungs,
and I lunged out of his grasp. My heart beat so fast, I could imagine coronary
damage taking place. I turned and faced him, backing out of reach.
Had I let him read me
so thoroughly? Had I laid out my weakness so well that he could drive himself
into my head and fuck me there?
Because that’s what
he was doing—he was fucking my mind. I knew it. He knew it.
It
was working
Author Info
After spending years imagining fictional
adventures, Amber Bardan finally found a way to turn
daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fueled
adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
She lives with her husband and children
in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she
might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
Amber is an award winning writer,
Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia,
Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.
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