L. M. HALLORAN – THE GOLDEN HOUR
Release day- 10 October, 2019
My name is Finn McCowen, and I want my revenge.
Callisto Avellino was the heiress of one of the country’s most influential families. A delicate wildflower in a bed of thorns. And the daughter of the man who killed my father.
Six years ago, she disappeared.
She says she ran away to escape the poison of her corrupt family.
Money. Prestige. Power. Murder.
We have the same agenda – or so it seems: ruin the Avellinos at all costs.
And if I have to put her in harm’s way to get what I want?
So be it.
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Callisto is on the run from her family and she found a place where to stay and to be safe. She loves her new home and the people around her until Finn. He ruined her peace and forced her to take a decision.
Finn wants his revenge and he will do anything for that. When he meets Callisto, he sees an opportunity to use Callisto to get his revenge. Callisto accepts to help Finn because she knows that is the right thing. Together makes a team bring down the family Avellino.
‘I love the taste of him, the effortless way we kiss, like our bodies aren’t learning but remembering each other.’
You can feel their chemistry and need for each other but both of them put their feelings aside to realize their plans. Their relationship is complicated because of their past but their feelings are stronger than all the things that keep them apart. Together found the courage to confront their past and to fight for justice.
This is my second book by L.M. Halloran and I can says that I will read more from her. L. M. Halloran wrote a tale about revenge, twists, and mystery. I enjoyed The Golden Hour.
Read the First Chapter HERE !
“You’re remembering that night,” Finn murmurs. “Your breathing just picked up.”
I yank the phone away from my mouth, but it’s too late. No matter how hard I try, my body won’t forget his.
And now he knows it.
He sighs. “I’ve tried to forget, too, but you left me a souvenir that’s made it impossible.”
My missing panties. Mortified, I sink to the closed toilet seat and drop my head forward. My voice is shaky. “That’s creepy and gross. Why didn’t you throw them away?”
“I’m probably going to regret this in the morning, just like I regret most of what I say to you…” He sighs, and I imagine the warmth of his breath on my neck. “I kept them because I wanted a reminder.”
My heart in my throat, I whisper, “Of the mistake you made?”
“No, princess.” The gravelly words send make my thighs clench. “Of the best almost-sex of my life, and how badly I want to do it again.”
Like your average mature, level-headed woman, I gasp and hang up.
About L.M. Halloran
When not writing or reading, the author enjoys walking barefoot, subjecting her husband to questionable recipes, and chasing her spirited daughter. She’s a rabid fan of coffee, moon-gazing, and small dogs that resemble Ewoks. Home is Portland, Oregon
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