Ante Up (High Stakes, #1)

by Christina C. Jones

terrified, but I can’t pinpoint exactly why. Of course I want you, the reader, to enjoy it. I want these characters to resonate, and I want to have represented them properly, and I want to have done them justice. I hope that I’ve delivered their story in a way that humanizes them for you as much as they were for me. I hope that nobody curses me out for where/how it ends LMBO! In many, many ways, this project has been an incredible challenge for me. It has pushed my boundaries of what a romance has to be, challenged my definitions of what an “alpha” man does and doesn’t

alone. Soreness and fatigue clung to my body as I pulled myself into a seated position, but I still felt good. Really, really good. I looked around for… whatever his name was, but saw nothing, and heard no one. Strange. I climbed out of the bed, wrapping myself in the sheet before I moved around the suite looking for him, with no luck. No clothes, no bags, nothing. He was gone. A hint of panic