Breaking Autumn by Jackson Kane
Genre: A Bad Boy Stuntman Romance Series: Bad Boy Stuntman #1
Publication Date: July 10, 2017
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“Oh.” Clearing my throat, I collected myself for what came next. It didn’t help that I was still crazy giddy around him like he was Chris Hemsworth or some other actual celebrity. It made the already uncomfortable words even heavier as I spoke them. “The reason I originally came over was I—uh never got the chance to thank you for… y’know—”
I shrugged. We’d talked about what happened but the way the conversation unfolded I hadn’t expressly thanked him for saving my life. A smirk creased the right side of his handsome, smoothly shaved face. Dante watched expectantly not relieving the tension by just saying what I was grasping at.
Was he really going to make me say all of it?
“Saving my life.” I exhaled hard and fought the pressure behind my eyes. God that was so difficult to face. Hearing the words out loud with someone who was there, made me realize how close I came to dying.
“If you want to thank me—” Dante’s gaze rolled down my body like a bead of hot oil. He downed the shot of liquor then pointed across the deck to the stairway that led to the top floor of the cruise ship. “Do it up there. The view’s nicer.”
With that he walked off to the Employees Only rope that stopped patrons from entering. He unclasped it and a mischievous flash of his teeth beckoned me to join him.
I stared in awe for a moment. He couldn’t be serious? Could he? What happened if we got caught? I glanced around, and although some people glanced our way, again no one seemed to care.
Run, Autumn! Get out of there! I felt the same warning I got on set that day blared in the back of my memory. I was standing near the precipice of a different kind of disaster this time. But it was too late.
The thrill that ran through me had already taken hold. It was as unexpected as it was irresistible. I was a dandelion puff and he was the wind.
Dante saved me from explosions, but…who would save me from Dante?
“You’ve followed me this far.” Dante’s voice was low, but strong and dripping with intent. His eyes narrowed slightly, giving them a carnivorous glow. I was looking into the face of danger, and I hated that I wanted more. “What’s a little further?”
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