The One That Got Away

The One That Got Away
Kelly Hunter

The man who's always left her wanting more!Good job? Tick. Newly purchased apartment? Tick. Evie's life is on a pretty good keel at the moment. The only thing missing? A man with an edge to keep things interesting. Tortured, distant and sexy, Logan Black has edge written all over him.He's also the man who tipped Evie over the edge a few years back – she gave him everything, but he didn't know when to stop taking. Evie’s not about to let that happen again. But that doesn't mean she’s forgotten what it's like to surrender to Logan and his deliciously dark desires…

Praise for Kelly Hunter

‘Hunter’s emotionally rich tale will make

readers laugh and cry along with the characters.

A truly fantastic read.’

—RT Book Reviews on

Revealed: A Prince and a Pregnancy

‘This is a dynamite story of a once-forbidden

relationship, featuring two terrific characters

who have to deal with the past before they

can finally be together.’

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Exposed: Misbehaving with the Magnate

‘This story starts out on a light, fun and flirty

note and spins into an emotional and heartfelt

tale about coming to terms with the past

and embracing the future.’

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Playboy Boss, Live-In Mistress

About the Author

Accidentally educated in the sciences, KELLY HUNTER has always had a weakness for fairytales, fantasy worlds, and losing herself in a good book. Husband … yes. Children … two boys. Cooking and cleaning … sigh. Sports … no, not really—in spite of the best efforts of her family. Gardening … yes. Roses, of course. Kelly was born in Australia and has travelled extensively. Although she enjoys living and working in different parts of the world, she still calls Australia home.

Kelly’s novels Sleeping Partner and Revealed: A Prince and a Pregnancy were both finalists for the Romance Writers of America RITA

Award, in the Best Contemporary Series Romance category!

Visit Kelly online at www.kellyhunter.net.

Recent titles by the same author:

CRACKING THE DATING CODE

THE MAN SHE LOVES TO HATE

WITH THIS FLING …

RED-HOT RENEGADE

UNTAMEABLE ROGUE

REVEALED: A PRINCE AND A PREGNANCY

EXPOSED: MISBEHAVING WITH THE MAGNATE

PLAYBOY BOSS, LIVE-IN MISTRESS

THE MAVERICK’S GREEK ISLAND MISTRESS

SLEEPING PARTNER

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The One That Got Away

Kelly Hunter

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PROLOGUE

THERE were limits—but Logan couldn’t remember what they were.

He lay on the bed, stripped-out and trembling, his body screaming out for oxygen and his brain not working at all. The woman splayed beneath him looked in no better condition. Boneless in the aftermath, just the occasional twitch to remind them that there was substance there, the shallow rise and fall of her chest that accompanied her breathing.

He looked to her skin; it had been flawless when he undressed her but it was flawless no more. There were marks on it now from his fingers and from the sandpapery skin of his jaw. Marks on her wrists and her waist and the silky-soft underside of her jaw.

He’d met her in a bar; that much he could remember. Some student hangout near the hotel he was staying at. This hotel. This was his room; he’d brought her back here. She’d given him her number but that hadn’t been enough for him. The hotel nearby. He’d walked her back to it. Invited her back to his room.

And those golden eyes had seen straight through to his soul and she’d tilted her lips towards his and told him to take what he wanted, all he wanted, and more. And he’d done so and discovered himself utterly in thrall.

‘Hey,’ he said gruffly, and reached out to drag his thumb across her stretched and swollen lips. Their last close encounter had been the wrong side of rough, and he felt the shame of it now, the black edge of guilt encroaching on the insane pleasure that had gone before. ‘You okay?’

She opened her eyes for him, and, yeah, she was okay. He smoothed her inky-black hair away from her face, tucked it behind her ear, combed it back from her temple. He couldn’t stop touching her. Such a beautiful face.

He stroked her hair back, smoothed his hand over the curve of her shoulder. ‘Can I get you anything?’ he offered. ‘Glass of water? Room service? Shower’s yours if that’s what you want.’ Whatever she wanted, all she had to do was ask.

And she looked at him and her lips kicked up at the corners and she said, ‘Whatever you just did to me … whatever that was—I want more.’