Vengeance is a dish best served…hot.
Elle gave up so much in life to focus on her relationship—too bad her fiancé didn’t feel the same dedication to her. So when he takes off to Antigua to be with another woman, Elle follows, wanting, no, needing answers and retribution.
Eirik’s ex-lover tried to heap humiliation on him and his family with the help of Elle’s ex-fiancé. So when Eirik finds Elle spying on them, she seems like the perfect accomplice for some revenge. The plan is easy enough—pretend to be a couple to antagonize their exes…and perhaps have a little fun of their own.
But what happens when reaching for his hand becomes second nature and kissing her becomes a need that’s all too real? Can a relationship with its roots in cold vengeance ever blossom in the heat of love?
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About the Author
Kait was born and raised in the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest and started writing to entertain herself during the long winters as a child. Insatiably curious with a love of learning new things, she’s picked up many random skills including three languages and two martial arts. After travelling three continents (the other four are on her bucket list), she settled in England with her family where she spends most of her time cultivating her daughter’s love of reading and writing, scribbling ideas on every available scrap of paper, and trying out dialogue on her cat.
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Copyright © Kait Gamble 2017. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
Giselle Suttikul tramped across the hot sand, kicking the scalding grains out of her flip-flops as she single-mindedly stalked toward her prey.
“I’m telling you, I think I just saw them,” she huffed into her phone.
“And I keep telling you, he’s not worth it! Forget him and move on, Elle. Preferably onto someone big and handsome who can totally rocks your socks in bed.”
Elle held her phone away from her face so she could look at it incredulously before pressing it to her ear again. “Do you ever have a thought that originates from a spot that’s not between your thighs, Angie?”
“It’s not my thighs I’m worried about. You need someone to sweep you off your feet. To ring your bell. If only for one night. You don’t know how good this is for you! God, I wish you’d told me what you were doing so I would have come with you.”
“I don’t know how you can think that Greg leaving me is a good thing.” Distracted, Elle stumbled on a rock and swore. “I’ll call you back in a bit.” Having her friend hounding her while she was pursuing her wayward fiancé somewhat covertly wasn’t helping.
“You’ve got to realize, losing Mr. Boring is a good thing! Find yourself a local hottie and get under him! It’s the best way to get over a breakup, seriously.”
“That’s got to be the worst advice you’ve ever given me.”
“It’s not! Now get your groove on! Do the nasty! Go to pound town! Slam the ham! Polish the porpoise!”
Can a call get any more embarrassing? Elle rolled her eyes. “Bye, Angie.” Hanging up, she then shoved the phone back into her pocket.
When she should have been losing herself in the breathtaking scenery and absorbing the glorious Antiguan sunshine, Elle focused on the beach. Not the beauty of the shimmering blue water or pristine white sand but searching for a familiar figure.
What on earth had possessed her to get on a plane and fly around the world just so she would have definitive proof that her fiancé was indeed cheating on her? Not only was cheating but had left her?
Do I really need to see it in person? What kind of masochist am I?
All while she had been completely oblivious until after the fact.
Anger, shame and embarrassment combined into an acid that burned in her veins.
All that Elle knew for sure was that he was with another woman and she needed to see it with her own eyes. Then the next thing Elle knew, she had crossed the ocean and was checking into the same resort.
And now she would get him back.
Or she would murder him.
She wasn’t quite clear on that point yet.
The one thing that Greg Henning needed to know was that no one cheated on Giselle Suttikul and got away with it.
Especially not for some wannabe model he had met on Instagram then traveled all the way to Antigua to meet.
He wasn’t able to spare a moment to pick her up from the dentist when she’d had work done and needed his help, but for this blonde he’d fly around the world.
It was crazy. Who did that?
But if he was crazy, then she had to be just as insane for following him.
Cursing her impulsiveness, she stayed the course, determined to do what she was there to do. See. Confront. Destroy.
She had half-expected—hoped—that she would arrive to find it had all been a big misunderstanding. That this was a surprise for her benefit. All the sacrifices she had made for him over the years had been noticed. That she had meant something to him.
Everything fell away as she stumbled to a stop, staring up the beach to see what only could be described as Greg and his new love frolicking in the shallows.
Elle pulled out her phone and took a photo then sent it to her friends and his. They were right. He wasn’t away on business. Instead of the dull trip that he had talked her out of because ‘he didn’t want to make her suffer through another boring business function’, Greg was on a tropical island living it up with some other woman. While Elle had no clue. Not the slightest suspicion that he’d wanted out of their relationship.
Or that he had been in one with someone else at the same time.
In fact, up until a few weeks ago they’d been planning out their future together. At least, she’d been under the delusion that forever was where they were headed. Though when Elle thought about it, and she had at length on the flight over, she realized she had been the one making all the plans. He had just gone along with her.