Sweet Intensity by Zoe Blake EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Zoe Blake
- Language: English
- Genre: Action & Adventure Romance
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No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy, would have supposed her
born to be a heroine. – Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
Emma
I out of time… and options.
Tuition was due next week.
I had no choice but to beg for the money tonight, or I’d be kicked out of
school.
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I gripped the cold, wrought-iron fence railing and tried to calm my
breathing. I reached up to straighten my bangs as I checked to make sure
the topknot securing my hair was still in place. Normally, I just threw my
hair up in a messy bun with two twists of a scrunchy, but today I had taken
the care to smooth it into a tight, elegant bun. I had hoped it would make
me look older and studious. The effect was almost worth the headache the
tight hairband and bobby pins were giving me. I couldn’t wait for this to be
over. The first thing I would do would be to take my hair down.
Giving myself one last inspection, I bent down to wipe a small smudge
off the toe of my Doc Marten Mary Janes before straightening my pink
plaid skirt.
Hefting my leather backpack onto my shoulder, I swung open the gate.
Wincing as it squeaked, I paused, waiting for… I’m not sure what. The
sounds of angry dogs barking? A warning gunshot over my head?
Sliding first one foot along the brick-paved walkway, then the other, I
forced myself to walk up the short set of stairs.
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. The house would have an imposing glossy
black door with a massive brass lion’s head clasping a heavy ring in its jaws
for a door knocker. All I was missing was some misty fog and the sound of
the Thames lapping at the shore and I’d be in some Dickens novel with me
playing the part of the poor urchin begging for scraps.
No!
I wasn’t the poor urchin.
Squaring my shoulders, I reminded myself I was the heroine of my
story. And like most of Austen’s heroines, this particular heroine
desperately needed this man’s money! As Lizzie Bennet said to the arrogant
Mr. Darcy: My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.
With more boldness than I felt, I raised my arm to grasp the metal ring.
Before I could, the door swung open with such force, a blast of air ruffled
my bangs.
With a small cry, I took a step back.
In my vivid imagination, the person seemed more beast than man.
With his legs planted wide, his shaved head barely missed hitting the
top of the doorway. The black goatee covering his upper lip and chin only
highlighted the sharp planes of his jaw and nose. Beneath his right eye there
was some sort of slash mark or scar, which gave the already pretty freaking
scary-looking man an even more ominous appearance. Naked from the
waist up, his muscled chest was covered in brightly colored tattoos.
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