(A Good Wife, #1)
Publication date: September 19th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
How far would you go to set yourself free?
Drake Blackwell is successful, controlling, and hiding a violent family past. He just made his latest investment: Noriko.
Imported from Japan and wed to a stranger, Noriko struggles to stick to the rules of a Good Wife. Drake can’t seem to love her, not the way she wants to be loved. She dreams of freedom beyond the gates of Blackwell Manor.
She meets Keir, a passionate young gardener who shares her desire to break free. He gets under her skin and ignites a fire in her she can’t ignore. In the midst of her quiet desperation she thinks she has found happiness. And a glimpse of hope.
But this affair can’t last…can it?
There is a darkness lingering, but not how you’d expect. There are monsters, but not as you usually know them. The truth is, in this story, no one is completely innocent. And it’s always darkest before the dawn.
Although part of a series, this is a standalone novel with no cliffhanger. WARNING: For ages 18+. There are scenes in this novel that infer or allude to physical violence.
Hanna is the bestselling author of the Bound romantic suspense series and the Dark Angel fantasy series. Although she writes in more than one genre she can't write a book without weaving together a complicated plot and filling it with twists. She writes what she believes: good people can do bad things, ordinary people can do great things and choose love above everything.
Eternally restless, Hanna has lived in Indonesia, Australia, Germany, Scotland, England, Croatia and Ireland - everything she owns fits into one suitcase. She's planning her next move with her gorgeous (and understanding) partner right now. If not writing, she can be found wandering a dusty market in Marrakesh or trekking a mountain in Peru, often using her travels as settings in her novels.
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“Noriko,” he said, and I recognized the deep voice from when I heard it downstairs.
“Mr. Blackwell,” I said as I bowed my head.
“Please, call me Drake. Are they all treating you well?”
“Good. Very good. Do you like it here?”
“I do, sir.”
“Noriko, you’re my wife. Call me Drake.”
“Yes, sir, I mean, Drake.” I added in a whisper, “Sir.”
I took tentative steps towards him and stopped a few meters away. He wore a dark polo shirt tucked into black pants. He had showered before he came here, his hair still slightly damp. I smelled his soap and that spicy aftershave I recognized from his bathroom.
In two strides he was right up before me. He was almost a head taller than me even in heels.
There was something about him, a menacing energy, which made me want to run. I had to force myself not to back away.
He eyed me all over. “You’re even more beautiful in real life.”
His finger came up to graze my cheek. He traced it down my neck and along my shoulders, then brushed off the strap of my dress. I was waiting for the burning, throbbing sensation to begin, the sensation that I got around Keir, but I only felt the jangle of my nerves. Drake traced along my collarbone before pushing the other strap off from my shoulder.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I did so carefully, so as not to tumble from my heels and make a fool of myself in my first meeting with my husband. He moved the hair from my back and draped it over one shoulder. His fingers traced my shoulder blades before finding the top of my dress.
I closed my eyes as the sound of my zipper ripping open filled my ears. My dress dropped off me in a heavy flutter.
He undid my black lacy strapless bra and pulled it from me. The cool air hit my nipples and they hardened. I repressed a whimper as his fingers tucked into the lace of my panties and scraped down my sides. The last scrap of my clothing, my last shield, fell limp around my ankles like a thin coil of rope.