Title: Unmasked Heart
Author: Veronica Eden
Genre: Dark NA Romance/Mafia Romance/Bully Romance
Release Date: December 30, 2019
Annabeth
They call me a princess.
But I’m nothing like the royalty found in fairy tales. The Noble family aren’t the kind that live in castles.
The “prince” I’m promised to? He’s no Prince Charming.
Cohen took my first kiss and now he expects me to kiss the ground he walks on…as his wife.
Cohen
I always get what I want. Annabeth Noble broke my heart when we were kids and I can’t get her out of my head.
Now her prissy attitude pisses me off and turns me on in the same breath.
The family wants me to marry her? Fine.
But it’s time for her to learn her place.
I have a plan to prove she’s mine once and for all.
Before I’m through breaking her spirit, she’ll be begging to bow down to me.
I hate Cohen. I hate everything about him. I hate that his raspy chuckle and the filthy suggestion to ride his dick on the way to class makes my body betray me.
It needs to get with the program. Cohen Decker? He’s the enemy and no amount of dirty talk will change things.
Another chuckle rolls through him and I press my thighs together, ignoring the throb of heat.
Of course the devil would be a sinfully attractive asshole. It’s not fair.
Cohen moves into my personal space in one quick move, getting right up in my face. He clenches one hand in my hair so that I can’t back away and grazes his nose against my cheek. His hot breath puffs across my lips as he locks his other arm across my lap.
I struggle to keep my eyes from widening; I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting to me.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Cohen promises in a rough, wicked voice.
You’ll have to make me. Because I’ll never be yours willingly.
I know better than to stoop to his level and play his mind games, but I forgot myself when he goaded me with Charity. Tipping my chin up as much as his hold allows, I level him with a cold stare. I hate him.
Cohen loosens his fist in my hair and skims his palm down my face, cupping my jaw, swiping his thumb over my cheek. He flicks his gaze own to my mouth and pulls at my lip with the pad of his thumb. He meets my eyes again.
I’m surrounded by him, the sharp scent of his expensive cologne and his warmth bombarding me.
My breath catches in my throat. Cohen leans in. Is he going to—?
He stops before kissing me with a hair’s breadth between us. A beat passes. A yellow cab lays on the horn and a bike messenger cuts through traffic, nearly side swiping the town car. Cohen snickers and leans back, leaving me cold without his body heat invading my senses.
“Not today. Let’s save the kissing for the wedding.”
I swallow. My body doesn’t know what it wants. I’m torn between chasing him to his side of the car to claim that missed kiss and tucking and rolling into New York traffic. I should jump out of the car. The last thing I want is to give Cohen the satisfaction of kissing me after he stole my first one.
Cohen turns me into a complete mess with a few choice words and his devil’s grin.
It needs to get with the program. Cohen Decker? He’s the enemy and no amount of dirty talk will change things.
Another chuckle rolls through him and I press my thighs together, ignoring the throb of heat.
Of course the devil would be a sinfully attractive asshole. It’s not fair.
Cohen moves into my personal space in one quick move, getting right up in my face. He clenches one hand in my hair so that I can’t back away and grazes his nose against my cheek. His hot breath puffs across my lips as he locks his other arm across my lap.
I struggle to keep my eyes from widening; I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting to me.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Cohen promises in a rough, wicked voice.
You’ll have to make me. Because I’ll never be yours willingly.
I know better than to stoop to his level and play his mind games, but I forgot myself when he goaded me with Charity. Tipping my chin up as much as his hold allows, I level him with a cold stare. I hate him.
Cohen loosens his fist in my hair and skims his palm down my face, cupping my jaw, swiping his thumb over my cheek. He flicks his gaze own to my mouth and pulls at my lip with the pad of his thumb. He meets my eyes again.
I’m surrounded by him, the sharp scent of his expensive cologne and his warmth bombarding me.
My breath catches in my throat. Cohen leans in. Is he going to—?
He stops before kissing me with a hair’s breadth between us. A beat passes. A yellow cab lays on the horn and a bike messenger cuts through traffic, nearly side swiping the town car. Cohen snickers and leans back, leaving me cold without his body heat invading my senses.
“Not today. Let’s save the kissing for the wedding.”
I swallow. My body doesn’t know what it wants. I’m torn between chasing him to his side of the car to claim that missed kiss and tucking and rolling into New York traffic. I should jump out of the car. The last thing I want is to give Cohen the satisfaction of kissing me after he stole my first one.
Cohen turns me into a complete mess with a few choice words and his devil’s grin.
Veronica Eden is the author of dark new adult romances + reverse harem romances with spitfire heroines and irresistible heroes. She loves exploring complicated feelings, magical worlds, epic adventures, and the bond of characters that embrace us against the world. She has always been drawn to gruff antiheroes, clever villains, and the twisty-turns of morally gray decisions. She believes sometimes the villain should get the girl and is a sucker for a deliciously devilish antihero. Veronica Eden is the pen name of romance author Mara Townsend. When not writing, she can be found soaking up sunshine at the beach, snuggling in a pile with her untamed pack of animals (her husband, dog and cat), and surrounding herself with as many plants as she can get her hands on.
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