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Excerpt TWISTED EMOTIONS!

1 Day!
Only one day until TWISTED EMOTIONS!!! I'm so excited!


I have another snippet for you:

Dilated pupils, accelerated breathing, racing pulse, trembling, Kiara had the telltale signs of terror. I kept my thumb on her pulse point as I regarded her. She finally raised her gaze to mine, and her pulse sped up further. Her body’s reactions could have been a sign for arousal as well, but I knew they weren’t. 
“So you didn’t agree to marry me,” I pointed out.
Her cheeks flushed, and her gaze returned to my chin. “I did agree when Luca asked me, but my uncle never asked when he made the offer.”
“Why did you agree when Luca asked, then?”
Her brows drew together. “Because it wasn’t really a choice; it was disguised as one. In this life women aren’t given choices.”
I regarded her for a few moments. She seemed angry. Her anger suited me better than the submissive terror she’d displayed before. I lifted her hand, and she tensed again as if she’d forgotten about my touch. Her pulse raced against my fingertips. I showed her the ring. “I won’t tell you that you have a choice to accept this or not. We both know you will accept it like you will say yes in two days.”
She blanched and gave a small nod. “Otherwise there won’t be peace.”
“Indeed.” 
Her fingers shook as I put the engagement ring on. The jeweler had recommended it after I told her money wasn’t an issue. A simple gold band with a big diamond in the middle. I never understood the reason for engagement rings. She swallowed again, and I realized it was to contain some of her terror. “You realize this isn’t a death sentence.”
Dark brown eyes rose to meet mine. “Death isn’t the worst that can happen.”
“You will be my wife,” I told her. Whatever she’d heard about my brothers and me, and what was going on in Vegas, she didn’t have to fear that kind of thing. 

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And here's the playlist I listened to while writing:
Bird Set Free - Sia
Stone Cold - Demi Lovato
Crucify - Tori Amos
Shelter - Birdy
Rise up - Andra Day
Unconditional (live) - Freya Riggings
My Kind of Love - Emily Sande
Lies in the Dark - Tove Lo
Broken - Leona Lewis
Grace - Rag'n'bone Man
Take Me Home - Jess Glynne
Just Hold me - Maria Mena
Lovely - Billie Eilish
Make you feel my love - Adele
I can't make you love me - Adele

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