Just who is Alessia Demachi? Can Maxim protect her from the malevolence that threatens her? And what will she do when she learns that he’s been hiding secrets of his own?įrom the heart of London through wild, rural Cornwall to the bleak, forbidding beauty of the Balkans, The Mister is a roller-coaster ride of danger and desire that leaves the reader breathless to the very last page.
Reticent, beautiful, and musically gifted, she’s an alluring mystery, and Maxim’s longing for her deepens into a passion that he’s never experienced and dares not name.
It’s a role he’s not prepared for and one that he struggles to face.īut his biggest challenge is fighting his desire for an unexpected, enigmatic young woman who’s recently arrived in England, possessing little more than a dangerous and troublesome past. But all that changes when tragedy strikes and Maxim inherits his family’s noble title, wealth, and estates, and all the responsibility that entails. With his good looks, aristocratic connections, and money, he’s never had to work and he’s rarely slept alone. He settles down and goes back to sleep.The passionate new romance from E L James, author of the phenomenal #1 bestselling Fifty Shades Trilogy Their eyes meet, but he shifts and turns his face away. Alessia stops breathing, convinced he’ll be angry that she’s woken him. He stirs, the muscles in his back rippling, and his eyelids flicker open to reveal unfocused but brilliant green eyes. His long, muscular legs disappear beneath a knot of grey duvet and silver silk bedspread, though his foot sticks out over the edge of the mattress. His back is sun-kissed with a tan that fades as his hips narrow to dimples and to a pale, taut backside. He has broad, defined shoulders, and on his biceps is an elaborate tattoo that is partially hidden by the bedding. James has gone from being an anonymous writer posting fantasies online, to running her own small empire of kink.
One arm is beneath the pillow that supports his head, the other extended toward her. His face is turned toward her but covered by unkempt brown hair. He’s stretched across the length of the bed, tangled in his duvet but naked. She stands, shocked and fascinated at once, her feet rooted to the wooden floor as she stares. Alessia opens the door but freezes on the threshold of the room.įast asleep facedown and sprawled naked across the large bed.
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