The Devil You Know Blurb & Excerpt

Hi Everyone,

I am doing edits at the moment for my novel, The Devil You Know which will be released by Hellfire Publishing on the 15th July 2011. In the meantime I am posting the blurb and a short excerpt from the novel below.

Hope you enjoy it.


Sara


Blurb

'You take one step out of that door without me and you are in serious trouble. Leave my side once and you are a dead woman.'

Christian Dalban is hired to protect Isabelle Mayer from the violent head of a mafia family who will stop at nothing to force her back into his bed. But Christian is determined that she won't find out why he is the only man capable of succeeding where others have failed. If she knew the reason she would never trust him with her life nor would he blame her. But as their relationship develops into a passionate sexual encounter Christian realises that he is not the only one keeping a secret that could threaten both of their lives.


Excerpt


Christian follows the line of Isabelle's frightened gaze. There is a crowd of tourists being rounded up by a tour guide across the road. In front of them stands a tall figure, dressed in an immaculate well tailored black suit - the kind that was made to order. The words angel of death come into Christian's mind. Declan Mayer is standing staring at them. His dark good looking but cruel features are edged with hardness and slashed with betrayal.

Mayer's brown eyes are narrowed solely at Isabelle. Christian can see her hands shaking like the rest of her body. He reaches out and covers her hand on the table.

"I won't let him touch you," he hears himself tell her fiercely.

He'll fucking break Mayer's legs if he takes one step towards her.

"He won't let you have a choice," Isabelle whispers.

She attempts to rise from the chair, her eyes never leaving Declan's face for a second as if she
wants to keep the enemy in plain sight. Christian makes her sit back down.

"This is where I need you to really trust me. Trust me with your life," he says firmly still holding her hand, his own eyes never leaving Declan.

"I guess I don't have a choice, Mr Dalban."

"No you don't," he acknowledges. "I'm going to pay and we are going to leave and go back to my apartment. Do everything I ask of you and…"

"Don't argue," he hears her whisper under her breath.

He reaches into his inside pocket and casually brings out his wallet, beckoning the waiter over so he can pay the bill. Mayer just stands there watching them. He is as still as one of the sculptures in the Louvre.

Christian sees Isabelle run her hand through her hair once, twice, three times. Time to move. He takes her arm and pulls her up with a jolt to his side. He takes her hand in a firm tight grip that even she can't wriggle out of. She whimpers but he doesn't hear any words of protest as he leads her away from the front of the restaurant towards her tormentor.

Christian can feel his pulse racing along with his heart. He wants to meet danger, face it down and laugh in its face. It's what kept him going all those years in the army risking his life for Queen and country. Maybe he just has a death wish. He doesn't care, his priority is keeping Isabelle out of that bastard's clutches.