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USA Today and New York Times bestselling author Dana Marton writes stories you can sink your teeth into, whether it’s heart-pounding romantic suspense or epic fantasy romance. Kirkus Reviews calls her writing "compelling and honest." RT Book Review Magazine says," Marton knows what makes a hero…her characters are sure to become reader favorites." While USA Today magazine declared her latest release “must-read romantic suspense.” Dana is the winner of the Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence, the Readers' Choice Award, and the RITA Award–the highest industry award for romance. She has written over 50 novels, which have been translated into twenty or so languages, and sold over three million copies world-wide.
After studying business, Dana began her career in the corporate world, but snapped out of that silliness real fast and went back to college to learn about writing at Seton Hill University and then at Harvard University. She finds that life is much more rewarding when you’re following your passion and doing what you were meant to do. If you have a dream, go for it and don’t look back!
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He pressed his lips to her forehead, barely feeling the pain in his knee.
“I’m glad you came.” Her gaze softened. She looked at him as if he was some kind of a hero.
“You have to stop looking at me like that, sweetheart,” he begged, his voice suddenly low.
“Why?” she whispered, her sweet mouth inches from his.
“Because I’m trying hard not to kiss you.”
And then he did, just a slow brush of his lips against hers.
He needed to go easy on her. She’d just been through hell. But then she kissed him back.
He was so damn sunk here.
The kiss was flattering, because she kissed him as if she couldn’t quite believe that she was kissing him. She kissed him almost reverently, which was mind-boggling, because he so didn’t deserve her.
He kept the kiss civil, when all he wanted was to devour her. Eventually, he was even able to pull back. If he’d ever done anything to deserve a medal, this was it.
He cleared his throat, hoped she wouldn’t notice the sudden tenting in his pants. “I don’t want to take advantage of you here.”
She held his gaze. “Do you think you could take advantage of me somewhere else? Later?”
Her words shorted out his brain. He couldn’t come up with an intelligent thought, let alone coherent words.