Wednesday's Special...Invisible!

INVISIBLE by Kimber Chin

Maeve Delaney knows how to make people disappear. The rules are simple. Cut all ties to the past, don’t talk about yourself and never ever let a man get close. That includes any would-be partners with potty mouths, broad shoulders, and gentle hands.

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Excerpt from INVISIBLE


Maeve woke to her fingertip stinging like the bejesus and the fizzling sound of hydrogen peroxide. She tried to yank her hand away. No chance. Hagen had a good grip around her wrist as he gently dabbed at the cut with a pure white cotton ball.

He looked almost concerned, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. Couldn’t be, Maeve blinked a couple of times, he hated her, didn’t he?

The confusion must have shown. “Do you know who I am?” Hagen studied her.

“The devil,” she muttered, uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her.

“Close enough.” That made him grin as he wrapped her finger in a bandage a couple shades darker than her skin. “You’ll live.”

“Until you manage to kill me.” Maeve knew that she should be appreciative. She couldn’t dig up the humility.

“Wouldn’t take much. One tiny scrape,” he held up her finger for her inspection, “and you faint.”

“I did not faint,” she insisted despite all the evidence to the contrary. If she hadn’t fainted, then how did she get from the hall to the bed? How had she? Had he carried her? For that to have happened, okay, she might have fainted…

“Mmm.” He wasn’t bothering to answer, placing the garbage in the bin.

“If I did faint.” At his triumphant glance, she hastily added “which I didn’t. It wouldn’t be because of the cut. It’d be because I haven’t eaten anything today.”

Hagen checked his watch, the sleek Rado, black against the golden of his arm. Wrinkles appeared between his blond eyebrows. “D--- it woman, it’s seven o’clock. Why haven’t you eaten?”

“I was looking for your clue.” Maeve put the blame on him.

He said something under his breath. She couldn’t quite make it out, but based on his past language, it was nine chances out of ten, a curse. “You’re a grown woman who didn’t eat and now have the d--- nerve to try to make this all my fault?”

Maeve shrugged, suppressing a grin. Everything was back to normal. The soft Hagen was gone. This angry Hagen she could deal with. “If the shoe fits…”

His lips thinned into an angry line. “The d--- shoe does not.” Hagen stomped away.

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