Forbidden, Tempted Series (Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

devoid of life. Just like everything else around here.
    Flint shivered as a terrible sense of foreboding crashed into her. “Dad, this place is—”
    “Creepy, huh?” A frown furrowed his thick brows. “Yeah.”
    He parked the truck in front of the only building that was lit, cutting the lights. His rabbit’s-foot key chain jangled as he bounced his foot on the floorboard.
    Flint unlocked her seat belt, twisting to stare out the back window. “It doesn’t even look like it’s been run in a while. Where’re the customers? The performers?”
    Scrubbing a hand down his smooth jaw, his brown-eyed stare was wide. “Should we go? Too much?”
    He was asking. But she could hear the desire still trembling in his words. He’d leave if she asked him to, she knew that. “Are you sure your meeting was today? Maybe they said tomorrow?”
    “No, I’m sure they said today.”
    Shadows flexed and swayed between the trailers, a sudden stirring of movement that made her stomach drop to her knees. This place was just creepy. The circuses they’d worked at before were always obscenely colorful. As if they felt the need to scream, “We’re a circus!” This was dark, and dangerous, and mysterious.
    Words that’d been running through her mind all day.
    Flint jerked her head. “No, we should go look, Dad. There’s probably someone in there.” She pointed at the lit metal frame in front of them.
    Something thrilling and exciting coursed through her veins. The unknown. There’d been a time in her not-too-distant past when she’d thrived on the heady rush of adrenaline. It was still in there, that desperate desire to skate the fine line between life and death, never knowing which side of the coin she’d land on.
    Since Mom’s death, she’d tamped it down, but now the seedling of that need stirred a tendril of longing that gave her feet wings. She opened the door and hopped out.
    Dad grinned, grabbed the keys, and followed her up the rickety wooden steps.
    Pulse hammering, she looked around. The light shining like a beacon inside the quiet, humming office was the only sound of life around. Gripping the base of her skull as it tightened with a ball of tension, she knocked on the door.
    Somewhere an owl hooted, and the wind whistled so loudly through the trees the branches shook.
    Cold sweat dotted her upper lip. Suddenly her need to be reckless paled in comparison to the need to get back in the truck and drive as far and fast away as possible. This didn’t feel right.
    A bird called and she stiffened as the quiet buzz of energy filled her limbs. Someone was watching her.
    Them.
    Flint glanced over her shoulder. Dad had his arms crossed, a sure sign he felt the same sense of unease she did.
    Blackened trailer windows were the only things she saw. Like vacant eyes in silver faces.
    “Do you think we should...”
    Whatever her dad might have said died the moment the door swung open and the hottest man she’d ever seen stepped up to the door. He looked her dad’s age, late thirties. Early forties, maybe. His hair was dark and lightly dusted with shades of silvery gray at the corners. Stubble dotted his cheeks and jaw, forcing the eyes to the full lips and harsh planes of his razor-blade cheekbones. But it was his eyes that really captivated Flint—they were the bluest depths of an ocean, almost black, and at their centers, molten swirls of silver light danced within. Where had he gotten those contacts?
    He was gorgeous.
    And intimidating.
    A long jagged scar cut a path from the corner of his right eye, narrowing down to a fine point at the edge of his lip.
    He was also huge.
    His body was as big as Cain’s. Bigger even. He wore a black shirt tapered and cut to his frame, revealing the impossibly thick expanse of burnished biceps.
    “Holy sh—”
    “Flint, we don’t talk like that,” her father hissed. And she knew he’d been standing in awe of the behemoth himself.
    Whoever the man was, he commanded attention.
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