He is a charismatic young man, the sort women are drawn to without any thought of self-preservation. Black is not yet thirty and already wealthy enough to afford me, a seventh-generation factotum of impeccable British lineage. He’s recently been named Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor, as the previous holder of that title just announced his elopement on national television. He is impossible to ignore, a dark tempest checked only by a remarkable force of will. Black has already captured her attention and her gaze is on him. “Thank you,” the brunette says as her escort hands me her coat. Whoever Lily was, she’d loved Kane Black with everything she had. It’s her eyes, and the utter trust and fierce longing one sees there. Her images are the only spots of color in the entire residence, but that isn’t what makes them so striking. And I know the hold she has on him I can feel it when I look at the massive photo canvas of her that hangs over his bed. I know her name only because he spoke it once, on a tormented night, when he was wild with drink and half mad. I don’t know Lily she was gone from his life before my services were acquired. The woman whose image graces all of his most private rooms. The signs are subtle, but I sense his terrible disappointment and the resulting surge of anger. I see what I expected: a sudden stillness in his restless energy as he catches sight of her, followed by an avid gaze. Black, searching for his reaction to the latest arrival. I wonder if his preference for black and white is a reflection of his view on the world. The ideal showcase for the roiling storm of power my employer exudes. Still, it’s a comfortable space if not inviting, filled with oversize pieces carefully positioned to leave the vast room open and airy. His home is an excess of glass, steel, and leather, lacking all color and warmth. Black celebrates often, surrounding himself with people as if that will bring the life to him that he lacks within himself. The event is a black-tie reception in honor of a new start-up.
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Manhattan sprawls in a blanket of twinkling lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. The gentleman assists her as I cast a glance at the living room, assuring myself that the staff is present but unobtrusive, supplying canapés and beverages, while clearing away the discarded glasses and plates. I greet them both with a slight tip of my head. She is categorically his type: shiny black hair, bright green eyes, pale skin, and red lips. She’s arrived on the arm of another man, but that’s irrelevant.
The moment the sleek brunette walks in the door, I know my employer will seduce her. Turn the page for a sneak peek at Sylvia Day’s next I know you will, too.Įnjoy Kane in the pages that follow. The Kane who first falls in love with Lily isn’t the man who fights to win her back, but I love both the younger and the wiser versions of him equally.
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Unlike the Crossfire series, which spans only a few months, the Blacklist series follows Kane and Lily over a number of years. Now it’s time to introduce you to Kane Black, whose epic and all-consuming love for Lily has touched me uniquely. Whatever help they needed from me, they don’t require it any longer. I’ve spent many years with them and hundreds of thousands of words (One with You is the longest novel I’ve written in a career that spans a dozen years!), and yet now that Crossfire is over, I know Eva and Gideon are ready and able to go forward with their lives on their own. Saying farewell to Gideon and Eva is bittersweet. It’s always difficult to say good-bye at the end of a journey, and to part ways with companions you’ve come to love. The ghosts of our pasts seemed like faint shadows now, beginning to dissolve even before we’d renewed our vows. Gideon dipped his head down to kiss me, his mouth moving gently, his tongue licking leisurely, reaffirming the bond between us that grew stronger every day. Reaching up, I cupped his nape, running my fingers through the rough silk of his hair. So often our thoughts followed similar paths. “I’m thinking of blue skies and smooth sailing.” We settled there, tangled with each other. We carried our champagne from the candlelit dining table to the luxurious chaise longue for two. “Come here, angel.” Standing, he held his hand out to me. Having each other made everything achievable.Īll of which had led me to thinking about a dinner cruise. I would describe him as the calm after a storm now, which only made him an even greater force of nature. Barely contained, like the vortex of a tornado. Lightning and thunder, fiercely beautiful power that could be both dangerous and compelling. I’d always thought of Gideon Cross as a tempest.
It amazed me to see him so happy and relaxed. “This is nice,” he said, giving me a slow, easy smile.