Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 95898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Blyssfully Undone (The Blyss Trilogy #3) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | J.C. Cliff |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ SIN: | B00TU9OWDS |
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This is Julianna’s story. She lived a normal life until she was about to turn twenty-one, and then all hell broke loose. Years of diabolical scheming unraveling at the seams, unleashing torrents of lies and deceit. The whirlwind of chaos and heartbreak will forever change the game. Her chosen fate is one of stellar proportions, and she struggles to keep sane, trying to hold it together every step of the way. As the matrix of her concealed past unfolds to deliver the final blow, rationality and sanity begin to take on a definition and meaning of its own. Nick thinks he’s the night in shining armor while Travis believes he will be enough to save her from herself, but does she even want to be saved? Both men want her. Both men love her, and both men want to claim her, keeping her for themselves. But, as usual, Julianna has other plans. The Blyss Trilogy: An Adult Dark Romantic Suspense. This contemporary erotic captive romance book is full of suspense, action, and adventure. This is a dark, erotic thriller that will have you hanging on to the edges of your e-reader as you wonder which alpha male you want to fall in love with. Will you be team Travis or team Nick? Warning: **Mature Audiences Only** This book is intended for adults of mature audiences only (18+). | |
| Books in Series: | The Blyss Trilogy Series by J.C. Cliff |
| Books by Author: | J.C. Cliff Books |
Jules
I’m frozen and helpless while being pinned underneath Travis’ heavy bodyweight. All of this has unfolded so quickly. I don’t know what to think as he lies on top of me with an intruder at his back. I’m astounded over the fact Travis did indeed risk it all for me, and is still risking it all by shielding me with his body from the imminent and immediate danger in the room.
It dawns on me he must have been under some serious stress over the past few weeks. He’s been shouldering the responsibility and impending ramifications all by himself for breaking me out of the facility. Not only did he get me out of there, but he also nursed me back to health and took care of me…damn good care of me.
He knew this day was coming, and even took steps to prepare me for this very moment, and I understand now why he was being so dogmatic about repetition and practicing until I could load a gun blindfolded, needing me to be able to defend myself. All of his training will be in vain if I lack the courage now to help him fight. The way he’s fought for me all this time, and wanting to protect me, he was right to bring me here. I can see it now. If I would’ve gone to the police not knowing who I was, I would’ve been broadcasting my whereabouts right to Nick and his men.
My veins pulsate in my neck as my adrenaline continues to spike off the charts. There is no way in hell I’m going to be able to calm myself down. My blood pumps through each vein like a set of bass drums as I try in vain to force my heartbeat to slow. Travis firmly squeezes my wrists, which are hidden underneath the pillow, garnering my attention and pulling my mind back into the here and now.
He narrows his eyes on mine. I know that look. He’s silently telling me to pull my shit together. I steal a deep, silent breath and slowly let it out. Our fate, most likely, will rest in my hands. I close my eyes tightly and imperceptibly nod, agreeing to whatever it is he’s going to signal me to do for us to survive. Everything makes perfect sense now, from learning his special sign language, to how to handle a gun, to knowing about the bunker and what to do from there.
Travis wordlessly gains my attention again by tapping his forefinger on my wrist. I open my eyes to see him shift his eyes to the side, indicating I need to be ready to use the weapon I hold in my hand. I barely give him a wink using my right eye, letting him know I understand.
Even though I get the meaning of his signals, actually having the guts to follow through with the action he expects me to do is a whole different matter. I realize it’s going to be much more difficult to kill someone when I can see their chest rise and fall with each living breath. A profound, physiological process takes place in my brain, and I swallow hard against the lump in my throat at the thought of taking a life. It’s going to be all up to me to help him acquire the upper-hand, and I’m not sure if I’m capable of achieving such a feat. I mean, these men are accomplished criminals, and I’m just an innocent, inexperienced nobody caught in the crossfire.
The man behind him startles me as he pierces the air with strong promises of Travis’ demise. “Jackson, one wrong move from you, and you’ll meet your maker today, understand?”
I watch as the muscles in Travis’ jaw flex, and he grits out his reply between clenched teeth, “Understood.”
“Very good. I hope you’ve enjoyed your little fuck-fest, because your honeymoon is over,” the man says in a threatening tone, and then his voice changes from hostile to a deliberately mocking tone. “You’ve gotten sentimental in your old age, Jackson. Your love-speech just made me go all gooey inside.”
Travis’ green eyes morph before me, turning cold and hard as he narrows them in anger. I know he wishes he had an even playing field, because with the death glare Travis is emanating right now, I have no doubt the man wouldn’t last five seconds.
“Now, Travis, listen closely…as I wouldn’t want any unfortunate accidents to happen. I also don’t think the young lady would appreciate getting soiled from any of your splattered blood getting on her, all because you decided to make a wrong move thinking you can take me. You understand that?”
“I got it,” Travis gruffly states, and then he lightly squeezes my wrists, and I don’t think it means anything other than an I care about you, and I hope we get through this alive type of squeeze.