THE BEEKEEPER’S DAUGHTER by Jane Jordan / Dark Romantic Thriller / Released Nov 24, 2016 by Black Opal Books
His nearness was excruciating. She could feel him, even though he wasn’t touching her. She sensed his eyes boring into the back of her head, and a sudden memory of that day so long ago in the schoolroom flashed through her mind. Again, she was waiting for something to happen. Taking a deep breath, she turned and looked up at him.
Whatever she had been about to say flew from her mind as his mouth covered hers and stifled the words. His kiss was powerful, and he clasped her so tightly to him that she could scarcely breathe. It did not matter. She didn’t need to breathe. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, while her heart and head said yes, this was right. This was everything she wanted. This was who she loved and always would.
Eventually, Jevan slackened his hold, and their lips parted. She breathed again as his dark eyes looked into hers.
“I came back for you.”
“I was so frightened that I would never see you again,” she said breathlessly, “that you hated me. I thought that you would have married and—”
“Shh,” he said, silencing her again as he brushed his lips across hers, mildly entertained by the suggestion. “I could never marry another. I have only ever loved you,” he said, pushing back a strand of hair from her face
“All the things I said to you,” she said, remembering and shaking her head, “my words were hateful, and I thought that, after I refused to see you that last evening, I’d lost you forever.”
“We were young, both far too stubborn. I was mad at you for weeks and for too many long months. Your words haunted me, and I did believe them for a while, but perhaps because of that I threw myself into a new life, and that opened my eyes to new possibilities. I tried to forget you. And as much as I tried, it never worked. Without you, I am not complete.”
“Why didn’t you write to me?”
“What, and have my letters thrown into a fire?” He almost laughed. “Or worse still you might have written back and laid it down in black and white that you never wanted to see me again. That would have destroyed me, a tangible reminder of your feelings.” He shook his head. “No, I preferred to hold on to the possibility that one day I would see you again, and it would be different.”
Inwardly Annabel breathed a sigh of relief. “You’ve haunted my dreams, Jevan, even my waking hours, every time I have thought about putting the past to rest permanently, something reminds me of why I cannot.”
Jevan smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Well, now that I’m back, things will be different, and I won’t leave you again.”