“She rose and followed her bust from the room.”

“The pain in her body came first, an intense surge of fire that raged like lava through her veins.But it could not compare with what followed after.A wail rose up from her depths. It left her as an inhuman cry.Finally, she remembered everything.”

“He grinned. “Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless — and shockingly handsome — alter ego.”“And I’m on top of it,” she announced with witty triumph.“Is that a Freudian slip?”His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.”

“Someone was playing the piano and, as she concentrated, Olivia realised she recognised Chopin's 'Grande Polonaise'. She stood up and left the library, following the direction of the music, letting her auditory senses lead her eventually to the doorway of the drawing room. She stood where she was, listening to the exquisite rendition of one of her favourite pieces, closing her eyes as the sound emanated from the piano at the other end of the room. (...) Olivia gasped in astonishment when she saw it was Harry.”

“What If Following Her HeartMeans Rose Could Lose Her Best Friend Forever?”

“Hey Sydney," she said, giving me a small, crooked smile as she entered the room. Her flashing, dark eyes were friendly, but they were also assessing everything in the room, much as Eddie's gaze was. It was a guardian thing. Rose was about my height and dressed very casually in jeans and a red tank top. But, as always, there was something as exotic and dangerous about her beauty that made her stand out from everyone else. She was like a tropical flower in this dark, stuffy room. One that could kill you.”