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Marks of Rebellion (Paperback)

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Synopsis

He Stole Her Freedom and Wants Her Back…In the darkness of the night, she climbed out of the dirt pit and tugged on heartstrings I didn’t even know I had.There’s no slow-burn for her. It’s a full-speed freight train of desire mixing with the jungle heat. Her touch brings me to my knees. Her intoxicating kisses flood adrenaline in my veins. But it’s not just about us. Her ex will do anything to get her back. He’s powerful and he has eyes everywhere. No matter where we go, people are watching. And the moment I drop my guard, I lose her.When I rescue her this time, he’ll pay for every mark he’s ever put on her.“MARKS OF REBELLION “ is the second jaw dropping installment in the ”BEHIND CLOSED DOORS” series. Each novel is a stand-alone regarding the HEA of the couple, but the plot develops with each story. This steamy series is for mature readers only and is best if read in order. This series may contain situations that may be sensitive for some readers.Trigger Warning: This book contains Domestic Violence.

Marks of Rebellion-Prologue

Hunter

An internal prison can be worse than a physical one. Outer proof of the shackles doesn't exist. And the thief of your freedom doesn't always appear to the world as a monster. Oftentimes, they are loved and glorified in the spotlight.

But all around you, there are people whose freedom has been stolen. They are right under your nose. But most individuals never look close enough or have the courage to unlock the gates of hell for others.

She's a prisoner in plain sight.

And they all know it. Everyone in that house is aware and does nothing.

For almost two months, I've watched her through the windows of his fortress. The silhouette of her body gives me both comfort and an urgent, desperate feeling that crawls across my flesh and electrifies my bones. During the day, she sits on the balcony, staring out, as if she can see me.

But she can't.

Her prison is glamorous and stately but isolated from the main part of town. Men guard it with machine guns. And the warden who possesses her comes and goes as he pleases. More often these days, he takes her with him to adorn his arm like a prize he wants to show off.

And the entire nation watches as he fusses over her and plays the role of the dutiful fiancé in love.

Fiancé. My stomach pitches. The upcoming nuptials are all over the internet, and every time I see a picture with her standing next to him, and the emptiness in her eyes, my rage bubbles. I have to hold myself back from storming his house.

Rescuing her isn't going to be easy. She's guarded at all times. To the public, it looks like a normal political person's security. But it's not.

His deception may fool the outside world, but I know the truth. Love doesn't involve what he does to her.

He captured and took full possession of her. It was my fault for not protecting her. I let my guard down for one second and that's all it took for me to lose her. I should have listened to my gut. My mistake put her back in a situation she should never have had to go back to.

In the past, she received his mighty blows. Thoughts of what he might have done to her since she's been back with him create a nightmare that spins all day long in my head. And every moment she stays in his control puts her in further danger.

The wrath of his hand resulted in bruises and wounds she hid well in the past. So much could have happened to her, and she silently suffers. There's no one there for her to run to. Not one person who will go against him to help save her. They are all her enemies. Last time, she didn't know it. But the error of her judgement was a lesson she told me she would never forget. We were together in the jungle when she disclosed what happened, and that was the moment I knew that I would someday kill Carlos Garcia.

Some days, she sits on the balcony with tears flowing freely down her cheeks, softly sobbing. Witnessing her distress causes a sharp pain to reverberate in my heart.

I'm coming to get you, Flower, I tell her in my mind every night as she stands for hours, looking out into the dark sky.

But tonight is the last night I'll promise her that. Tomorrow, she'll wake up, and there will no doubt be a team of people fussing over her. Her hair and makeup will be done to perfection. They will help her put on the wedding dress designed for her and sewn at record speed.

Anyone of importance in Belize will attend the ceremony. They will all be ready to celebrate the joining of two souls in a prominent, Roman Catholic wedding.

Except he has no soul, and hers will never be his. He may have physical possession of her, but her soul is entwined with mine. And after tonight, his time on this earth will end.

The gates of hell are full of fire and ready to welcome him. If I could watch him burn for eternity, I would.

After tonight, she will once again be mine.

Hunter murmurs against my lips, "I will kill anyone who touches you." He thrusts harder, filling and stretching me to the point I'm dizzy with adrenaline and digging my nails so deep in his back my fingers lock.

The cries of my ecstasy echo in the jungle, and his groan sends new heat to my loins. His body pushes mine past the point of anything familiar.

It starts in my toes and fizzes, rippling, then turning into a tidal wave of endorphins and tremors so consuming, there's nowhere he ends and I begin.

In our aftermath, the coldness of the rock hits me for the first time. It's a contrast from Hunter's warm arms and body that pretzel me.

He tucks my hair behind my ear and cockily smiles. "I thought you said you weren't a screamer?"

I smirk. "I can be, either."

"You're the sexiest woman on earth."

"Now you're trying to get bonus points."

"Nope. I speak the truth." He kisses me again and continues lighting me up. "We should finish and get back to camp before someone catches us down here."

"Oh. Sorry," I quickly say and try to sit up.

His warm flesh and muscles stay hovered over my body. "What are you sorry about?"

"Just that someone could see us."

"That doesn't bother me, Flower."

"Then why—"

"I don't want to put you in an uncomfortable or embarrassing position."

I panic. "What do you mean? Are you married or something?"

His head bobs back. "No. I'm not a cheater."

"Then..."

"The guys would never say anything to you. But the women, well, I don't know if they would question you. I don't want you to deal with any stress."

I lean into his ear. "What if they're jealous?"

He arches an eyebrow. "Jealous?"

"Yeah. I did have the hottest guy out of the entire crew rescue me."

He grins. "Can you tell Dirk that?"

I laugh. "Maybe if you play your cards right."

He pecks me on the lips then sits me up on the rock. "All right, Flower. Let's get cleaned up and dried off. If any of the guys come down here and you're naked, I'll have to put a bullet in their head."

I look at him in horror.

Find out what happens next in Marks of Rebellion.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "The danger, intrigue and suspense in this book makes is a great read."-Reviewer

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Vanessa & Hunter tried to short circuit my kindle with the heat they produce making for some scorching hot sexy times."-Reviewer

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