Title: Protect
Series: Protect #4
Series: Protect #4
Author: Olivia Ryann
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: April 15, 2019
Blurb
This dark tale of obsession, beauty, and lust
is by Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and Amazon Bestseller Vivian Wood. She
writes dark romance as OLIVIA RYANN.
is by Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and Amazon Bestseller Vivian Wood. She
writes dark romance as OLIVIA RYANN.
I wake up
in the wreckage, ready to fight for Rue.
Only she is gone, stolen away by my archenemy.
I start to see red. No one touches my girl and expects to live.
The deck is stacked against us. Emotions are running high.
There is one thing that no one else realizes, though.
Rue is mine, and I will get her back if it is the last f*cking thing I do.
in the wreckage, ready to fight for Rue.
Only she is gone, stolen away by my archenemy.
I start to see red. No one touches my girl and expects to live.
The deck is stacked against us. Emotions are running high.
There is one thing that no one else realizes, though.
Rue is mine, and I will get her back if it is the last f*cking thing I do.
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Excerpt
Jealousy is
a relatively new emotion for me, filling my heart with a million sharp shards
of glass. It scratches me raw so easily, until my heart was torn and bleeding.
Feeling it for the first time, find myself inferior in a whole new way, I sob
into my pillows helplessly.
a relatively new emotion for me, filling my heart with a million sharp shards
of glass. It scratches me raw so easily, until my heart was torn and bleeding.
Feeling it for the first time, find myself inferior in a whole new way, I sob
into my pillows helplessly.
Dryas comes
into the bedroom a while later on quiet feet. I am glad he didn’t see the fit
of tears that chased me out of the kitchen. Still, my eyes are red and puffy,
my nose still stuffed up. As he approaches the bed, I can’t help but wonder if
he compares me to her.
into the bedroom a while later on quiet feet. I am glad he didn’t see the fit
of tears that chased me out of the kitchen. Still, my eyes are red and puffy,
my nose still stuffed up. As he approaches the bed, I can’t help but wonder if
he compares me to her.
That
thought, dark and vicious, seems to gnaw at my soul.
thought, dark and vicious, seems to gnaw at my soul.
When he
sits down beside me, I release a long-suffering sigh. Looking up at him, I’m
embarrassed to even be having these emotions, yet incapable of feeling
differently. He pins me with that chartreuse gaze, those dark brows drawn low.
sits down beside me, I release a long-suffering sigh. Looking up at him, I’m
embarrassed to even be having these emotions, yet incapable of feeling
differently. He pins me with that chartreuse gaze, those dark brows drawn low.
“I am
sorry,” he begins, surprising me. “I should have told you about Aurelia from
the start.”
sorry,” he begins, surprising me. “I should have told you about Aurelia from
the start.”
I push
myself upright, sniffling. “I mean, I’m not your girlfriend. This isn’t a
relationship we are in, technically. You don’t owe me any explanations.”
myself upright, sniffling. “I mean, I’m not your girlfriend. This isn’t a
relationship we are in, technically. You don’t owe me any explanations.”
He
looks a little surprised. “No? What would you call it, then?”
looks a little surprised. “No? What would you call it, then?”
My face
heats up, my cheeks growing as red as cherries. I hesitate. “I... I don’t know.
We never talked about it. It just sort of… happened. One time turned into two,
two times to four…”
heats up, my cheeks growing as red as cherries. I hesitate. “I... I don’t know.
We never talked about it. It just sort of… happened. One time turned into two,
two times to four…”
I splay my
hand on the comforter, picking at a loose thread. Dryas sighs and shifts closer
to me.
hand on the comforter, picking at a loose thread. Dryas sighs and shifts closer
to me.
“Do I mean
nothing to you, then?”
nothing to you, then?”
He takes my
hand, pulling it against his torso. I glance up at him, my heart racing at his
words.
hand, pulling it against his torso. I glance up at him, my heart racing at his
words.
“No. Of
course not,” I reply, my words soft.
course not,” I reply, my words soft.
His lips
lift in the gentlest smile. He’s devastatingly handsome in that moment, looking
down at me with his brilliant yellow-green eyes.“Good. You mean something to
me, too.”
lift in the gentlest smile. He’s devastatingly handsome in that moment, looking
down at me with his brilliant yellow-green eyes.“Good. You mean something to
me, too.”
He leans
across and drops the perfect kiss against my bee-stung lips, gentle but firm,
tender yet passionate. I open my mouth to him, my fingers clutching at the
sweatshirt covering his chest. God, how I love this man.
across and drops the perfect kiss against my bee-stung lips, gentle but firm,
tender yet passionate. I open my mouth to him, my fingers clutching at the
sweatshirt covering his chest. God, how I love this man.
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Author Bio
Olivia Ryann is the dark romance pen name of Wall Street
Journal, USA Today, and Amazon Top 20 Bestseller Vivian Wood. She loves poetic
phrases and bits of melodic memories. She adores dominant, hard men and soft,
fragile women with backbones made of steel. She wants to put them together as
often as possible, in unconventional ways.
Journal, USA Today, and Amazon Top 20 Bestseller Vivian Wood. She loves poetic
phrases and bits of melodic memories. She adores dominant, hard men and soft,
fragile women with backbones made of steel. She wants to put them together as
often as possible, in unconventional ways.
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