Title: Tying the Knot (Thalia Book 4)
Author: Jennifer Bene
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“What does happily
ever after look like after so much darkness?”
Blurb
What does happily ever after look like after
so much darkness?
Over two years after the trauma of
her kidnapping, and the auction that brought them together, Thalia and James
are finally getting their happily ever after! Celebrating their love is a piece
of wedding cake, but with the help of their wild and crazy friends from
Purgatory, it’s destined to be a wedding day no one will forget.
A thrilling mix of kinky fun,
laughter, surprises, and the same sexy heat you’ve come to expect from James
and Thalia — Tying the Knot is the
perfect conclusion to this series that has brought readers to the darkest of
lows, and the highest of highs.
Now, it’s time for the light. It’s
time to celebrate. It’s time to get married!
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Author Info
Jennifer Bene is an international
bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM,
Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction, and
Horror. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff
that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty
women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological
storylines. Don’t worry though, she also insists on having a nice little
happily-ever-after! Because without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light.
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EXCERPT:
“Ye okay?” Kalen asked as James tossed back the whisky in
his glass, the large cube of ice rattling against the sides.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Reaching up, James tugged at
his collar, undoing another button as a flush of heat made him start to sweat.
“Well, ye look like yer about to faint. Should I bring over
a pillow for ye to swoon on?” With a grin, Kalen ignored the steady glare his
old friend returned and simply poured another two fingers of whisky into the
glass. “Talk to me.”
“I’m fine,” James insisted. Turning, he leaned back against
the table to watch the other men running a game of poker. They were chatting
quietly, circled around the coffee table in front of the sofa, random taunts
and laughs cutting in and out of the buzz. He knew he should be sitting with
them, playing cards as they waited for Thalia and the girls to be ready, but
every time he sat down his entire body thrummed with the urge to move.
And drink.
Which, he promptly did.
Letting the gentle burn of the whisky Kalen had brought from
Scotland settle in his stomach, he found himself fidgeting. Circling the ice in
the glass, spinning it around, and around — until Kalen grabbed his arm.
The other man looked at him stolidly, releasing his arm to
sigh. “I’d ask ye if ye were having second thoughts, but I’m pretty sure ye
would hit me.”
A frisson of anger pulsed through his veins. “You would be
right about that.”
“Then will ye just tell me what it is?” Kalen crossed his
arms, stepping back towards the windows to force James to face him. “What do ye
need, brother? Want to shout at me? Go for a walk? A fight to burn off some
energy? I promise I won’t hit yer pretty face.”
“I do not want to
fight you, Kalen, don’t be a bastard.” Stealing another drink, he shoved a hand
through his hair and walked past the man to stare out the windows at the
sprawling grounds. He felt, more than heard, his friend approach.
“Is it about the deal between you and Jake?” For once, Kalen
managed to keep his voice hushed, and for that James was grateful, because he’d
hit the nail on the head.
Setting his glass down on the table beside the radiator, he
leaned on it, flattening his other palm to the surface just so he wouldn’t
clench his fist again. The dark, half-moon shapes he’d dug into his hands
earlier couldn’t be there when he was putting a ring on Thalia’s finger.
He needed to get his bloody head on straight.
“No update?” Kalen asked.
“No update.” Shaking his head, James growled low in his
chest. “I finally agreed to let Peter and the damn security detail go after the
wedding. She’s been begging me for months, telling me she just wants to feel
normal, and — bloody hell — I want
that for her too.”
“But?” Kalen prompted, keeping his eyes on the men playing
cards.
“But the only reason I agreed was because Jake told me a year ago that he could handle it if I
asked him to.” James tapped the glass on the table before lifting it to his
lips for another long drink. The beginning of a haze was forming in his brain,
which was foolish. He had to be sober today of all days, but the ache in his
chest was like a slowly twisting piece of shrapnel.
A keepsake from their history that he wanted gone.
“So, what will ye do if Jake’s people can’t come through?”
The question hung in the air between them, and James felt the shrapnel dig a
little deeper.
Glancing over at his friend’s stoic profile, he knew Kalen
wouldn’t judge him if he backed out on the deal he had made with Thalia. Kalen
would understand his need to know she was safe… but what kind of start was that
for a marriage?
She had been overjoyed when he’d finally relented, and he
had done it gladly. Partly because he was tired of the little arguments the subject
caused, but mostly because he could see how miserable she was. How much she
resented being followed everywhere, having to check-in like a child before she
made a move, constantly having to explain her detail to friends and employees.
And, as she had said, it was a constant reminder for her.
“I can’t break my promise.” James finally spoke, chasing the
bitter words with another drink.
“I agree.” Kalen shrugged. “But ye can’t keep brooding on
yer wedding day. Let it go, brother. It will all work out.”
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