Felix sucked in a shaky breath and, with some effort, tore his gaze away from the bobbing shadows. Calm. Your. Shit.
Cool glass beneath his brow banished the rising fever, fogging with breath. Now and again, the rain-dappled window reflected indistinct, restless bodies—the sight of other passengers panicking, not him—and the single still point of the dark-haired stranger, assessing.
The window mirrored the man’s nod when Felix met his gaze and held it for a beat too long.
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About the Author
Helena Maeve has always been globe trotter with a fondness for adventure, but only recently has she started putting to paper the many stories she’s collected in her excursions. When she isn’t writing erotic romance novels, she can usually be found in an airport or on a plane, furiously penning in her trusty little notebook.
Email: helenamaeve@outlook.com
Helena loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.pride-publishing.com.
Courting Treason
Misfit Hearts
Flight Made Easy
In the Presence of Mine Enemy
Fault Lines
Seat Sixty-Five
Caught in the Undertow
The Gunslinger’s Man
Shadow Play: Best Kept Lies
Shadow Play: Price of Freedom
Shadow Play: Splendid Isolation
Shadow Play: The Truth About the Liar
Shadow Play: Counterfeit Conscience
Shadow Play: Tipping Point
What’s his Passion?: Fistful of Lies