by Simona Ahrnstedt
In the cutthroat world of Sweden’s financial elite, no one knows that better than corporate raider David
Elegant, brilliant, driven to succeed in a man’s world, Natalia is curious about David’s unexpected invitation to lunch. Everyone knows that he is rich, dangerous, unethical; she soon discovers he is also deeply scarred.
The attraction between these two is impossible, but the long Swedish nights unfold an affair that will bring to light shocking secrets, forever alter a family, and force both Natalia and David to confront their innermost fears and desires.
How about an excerpt? Sure! Here you go:
David saw her. She was standing there amid a crowd of partygoers, almost luminous. People moved around and behind and sometimes in front of her, but she stood out like a radiant star in a dark sky. How could he ever have thought that Natalia was anything other than breathtakingly beautiful? Had there really been a time when he had described her to himself as common and insignificant? There was nothing ordinary about her. She had done something to her hair—it fell around her shoulders in big glossy waves that continued down her back. And she was wearing red. A Ferrari red dress, short and made of some material that looked alive, swirling around her body in triumphant serpentine swaths. And those long, sexy legs that quite recently had rested on his shoulders as he brought her to climax.
At first he couldn’t identify the word he heard in his head; he was too preoccupied with drinking her in with his eyes.
But then he heard it again, a single word that drowned out all the others, a primal roar.
She is mine.
Which was beyond stupid, of course. He had no right to her, never would. It didn’t matter what they’d done. It was only sex.
He wanted to walk over to her. He wanted to caress those bare shoulders, put his arm around her, pull her to him, kiss her deeply, thoroughly, satisfyingly. Wanted to see her face start to glow, see her eyes widen. It was almost impossible to resist. Impossible to remember why he should resist that impulse that was so primal in its force. He did what he apparently always did when it came to Natalia—he started bargaining with himself.
One last time, what did it matter? Because this would really be the last time, truly. This was the last night they would see each other before— well, before.
She cocked her head to the side and watched him, alluring and tempting him like a modern-day siren, and David just threw it all overboard. He dumped his good intentions and reason as if they were ballast, holding him down, and made up his mind.
He was about to start walking toward her, had already taken the first step, when he suddenly saw a tall man slip up behind her, as if he’d been standing there the whole time and was now staking his rightful claim. With a slow wink Natalia looked away from David. She turned to face the man. He whispered something in her ear, she nodded in response, and David saw the couple move a little and then they were swallowed by the crowd of party guests.
The moment was past.
He swallowed. He should be grateful it had happened. Now he had the chance to move on.
But he didn’t move on.
He just stood there.
And he wondered: who the hell was that man?
About the Author:
Simona Ahrnstedt was born in Prague and is a licensed psychologist, a cognitive behavioral
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