(in an airplane)
â€œYour fear of flying is unreasonable.â€
My heartbeat is drumming like crazy and all I want is some peace in my head. Everything is fusing together, itâ€™s deafening.
â€œWhat are you going to do about it?â€ I yell.
The machines make a loud whirling sound, and the plane start driving forward, accelerating faster and faster. The moment the noise is ear-splitting and the plane ascends, Sean grabs my wrists in one hand and holds me tight as suddenly I find myself fighting against him. What the fâ€¦? There is no struggle on his part, heâ€™s stronger than me by far. With the other hand he grabs my chin and forcefully pulls me to him, leaving a kiss on my lips so potent, and brutal, it sucks the air out of my lungs completely. And when he parts my lips and inserts his tongue inside my mouth, deep, I think he consumes everything that I am. Everything that I stand for. Every molecule in my body that fought against having any connection with men, it melts away.
Just as the noise subdues the kiss dies too, he pulls back, but is still within the proximity of my heartbeat. His eyes are glued on my lips, now glossy from our kiss. â€œJust as I thought, perfect,â€ and slowly, they rise up to my eyes. Quickly, he blinks, clearing his throat, and he pulls back. â€œKissing relieves tension, reduces negative energy and produces a sense of well being,â€ I feel the rush of air coming out of his lips as he is talking.
Peaches and cream.
The snapping of his seat belt is my wake up call. He stands up and moves back where he was sitting. â€œIn other words, youâ€™re welcome.â€
Hands down, one of the most unique, and intriguing plots I have ever read.”
When twenty year old Eliza Cruz heads to London for the execution of her grandmammaâ€™s will, she inadvertently triggers a series of events that take her straight to perdition, inside the devilâ€™s lair itself.
But Sean Oâ€™Connor, the tall handsome stranger she meets en route, is always one step ahead, saving her life on a few occasions.
A true Knight in shining armour.
But is he? If he really was a Knight, heâ€™d be looking for a Princess.
Clearly, Eliza is not one.
â€œShhâ€¦ Quiet. Donâ€™t let them hear you. Or else theyâ€™ll come. I donâ€™t want them to come. This is my room. My space. A doll’s house that Iâ€™ve been living in since they brought me here. No windows though. Just a small dog flap at the bottom, closed with a latch from outside. But still, itâ€™s mine. Itâ€™s the only thing I have. Why? Trust me, knowledge is not power, no matter what everyone say.â€