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Fiona Archer
Are you craving for some Justice brothers? CRAVING JUSTICE is book one in the Sons of Sydney series releasing end April 2016.
Four Aussies in Seattle
Once brothers
Now strangers
As an unseen enemy takes aim
Four must stand as one for Justice to survive.
A man branded by his past
Seth Justice is tall, daring and dangerous. The former street kid from Sydney owns a thriving technology company in Seattle. But he has bigger goals―or should that be ghosts?―that drive him harder. On the verge of selling his business for a fortune, he’s celebrating when Harper Fox, daughter of the buyer, tumbles into his arms. The curvy café owner enchants him with her sassy personality. Soon they move from easy banter to a night of passion that reveals a sweet vulnerability in the soft-hearted woman.
A woman determined to control her future
After a lifetime of her domineering father’s scorn and rejection, Harper dances to her own beat. She has her café and surrounds herself with a chosen family of her eccentric staff and close friends. While she’s mostly content… her heart aches for more. But Harper has been burned before and doesn’t trust easily. That is, until a man with a panty-melting Aussie accent and a commanding stare entices her to take a chance—on him. When Seth takes charge in the bedroom and ties her control in knots, he awakens a need in Harper that leaves her hungry for more.
A new beginning worth fighting for
When an unseen enemy attacks the new life Seth and his brothers have built, the ensuing disaster tests not only his developing relationship with Harper, but also threatens to sever the last remaining bonds with his brothers. As Seth struggles to protect everything and everyone he loves, he has to determine if Harper is his enemy’s target—or accomplice.
TEASER
Harper narrowed her gaze. She moved forward in her chair and rested her forearms on the table. “You like to keep a girl on her toes, don’t you?”
“I’d like you many ways, Harper.” He held her gaze as he brushed the back of a finger from her shoulder down to her elbow, leaving a trail of tingles in its wake. “On your toes.” Next, he skimmed her forearm. Her pulse quickened, but still, she couldn’t look away from his stare. “On your belly.” Higher now, the rough pad of his finger traced the skin under her ear. She swallowed. “On your back.” Gently, he pressed the pad of his thumb against her lower lip. “And on your knees.”
Oh, hellfire.
