SNEAK PEEK
At the end of the ramp I stared in awe at the enormous NASA-styled workshop packed with see-through
monitors and high-concept technology devices like the glass screens with what looked
like calculations written on them. Chrome benches were stacked with electronic gadgets, and
strewn here and there were discarded fine tools hinting he was in the middle of making
something or fixing it. This ultimate tech cave contradicted the old-world feel of the mansion
above that was all classic decor and homey elegance. Over Pavaro
noise and I followed it, strolling in between the benches and glancing here and there to get a feel
for what he was doing down here. This had to be where he spent his time inventing for his
company TechRule. A wave of melancholy hit me when I imagined he might have to give it up if
he ever got caught for his past sins. Halfway down a hallway I paused to peer in at a room with a
central console positioned to face five large flat screens secured to the wall. They were flashing a
series of maps taken from a satellite. I recognized the aerial view of New York rotating through
live images. I wondered if he had a similar one set up in LA. Continuing down I found Wilder.
His face was covered by a long mask and he was directing a welding torch at the base of a large
drone hanging five feet in the air, and it was the same one that had carried me off to Central Park
last night. Fine sparks glittered at the point where his torch met the base. The drone was
suspended midair with wires strategically wrapped to hang it from the ceiling, allowing access
on all sides. Other than Tobias’s black jeans, he was bare chested and barefoot. His forearms
were covered in long suede gloves smudged with grime and his well-toned torso was spotted in
perspiration and ridiculously well-defined. His left shoulder tattoo shimmered beneath the soft
yellow light and his pants were low enough to provide a glimpse of the inked Latin inscription
trailing off beneath his belt. Those bruises on his torso were even more defined now.
“Hey,” I called out.
The torch shut off and Tobias raised his visor. “Music down, Jade.” He dragged his
forearm along his brow to wipe the perspiration. “How’d you sleep?”
“I’m locked in?”
He set his torch on the table behind him.
“You’ve rigged this place so I can’t get out.”
“We have everything we need.” He pulled his gloves off and threw them aside.
“Seriously?”
Tobias pulled his mask all the way off and placed it next to the torch. “Our security is
designed to keep people out. The kind we don’t want entering while we sleep. And while I’m
down here I can’t watch over you.” He smiled to reassure me.
“I can leave?”
“Why would you?”
When I showed uncertainty it triggered something protective in him and he got amorous.
The last thing I needed was his mouth on me. Seeing him half-naked and annoyingly competent
with his power tool was stirring an inconvenient arousal.
I wanted to kiss him hard. “Let’s talk about boundaries.”
monitors and high-concept technology devices like the glass screens with what looked
like calculations written on them. Chrome benches were stacked with electronic gadgets, and
strewn here and there were discarded fine tools hinting he was in the middle of making
something or fixing it. This ultimate tech cave contradicted the old-world feel of the mansion
above that was all classic decor and homey elegance. Over Pavaro
noise and I followed it, strolling in between the benches and glancing here and there to get a feel
for what he was doing down here. This had to be where he spent his time inventing for his
company TechRule. A wave of melancholy hit me when I imagined he might have to give it up if
he ever got caught for his past sins. Halfway down a hallway I paused to peer in at a room with a
central console positioned to face five large flat screens secured to the wall. They were flashing a
series of maps taken from a satellite. I recognized the aerial view of New York rotating through
live images. I wondered if he had a similar one set up in LA. Continuing down I found Wilder.
His face was covered by a long mask and he was directing a welding torch at the base of a large
drone hanging five feet in the air, and it was the same one that had carried me off to Central Park
last night. Fine sparks glittered at the point where his torch met the base. The drone was
suspended midair with wires strategically wrapped to hang it from the ceiling, allowing access
on all sides. Other than Tobias’s black jeans, he was bare chested and barefoot. His forearms
were covered in long suede gloves smudged with grime and his well-toned torso was spotted in
perspiration and ridiculously well-defined. His left shoulder tattoo shimmered beneath the soft
yellow light and his pants were low enough to provide a glimpse of the inked Latin inscription
trailing off beneath his belt. Those bruises on his torso were even more defined now.
“Hey,” I called out.
The torch shut off and Tobias raised his visor. “Music down, Jade.” He dragged his
forearm along his brow to wipe the perspiration. “How’d you sleep?”
“I’m locked in?”
He set his torch on the table behind him.
“You’ve rigged this place so I can’t get out.”
“We have everything we need.” He pulled his gloves off and threw them aside.
“Seriously?”
Tobias pulled his mask all the way off and placed it next to the torch. “Our security is
designed to keep people out. The kind we don’t want entering while we sleep. And while I’m
down here I can’t watch over you.” He smiled to reassure me.
“I can leave?”
“Why would you?”
When I showed uncertainty it triggered something protective in him and he got amorous.
The last thing I needed was his mouth on me. Seeing him half-naked and annoyingly competent
with his power tool was stirring an inconvenient arousal.
I wanted to kiss him hard. “Let’s talk about boundaries.”
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MORE ABOUT THE PRIZE
A life she never imagined...and a love she can’t deny
Zara Leighton has risked everything to track down the elusive art thief known as Icon,
only to discover him already in her arms: the billionaire tech genius—and her lover--
Tobias Wilder. Zara wants to resist Tobias, to deny his fiercely sexy smile and their
sizzling chemistry. But instead, she agrees to help him one more time.
Tobias will do anything to protect Zara, but he needs her for one last ultimate job: a job
that will clear both their names and grant them a future together... if they can pull it off.
The danger is real. The stakes are unbelievably high. But when it comes to love, there’s
only one prize that matters...
A life she never imagined...and a love she can’t deny
Zara Leighton has risked everything to track down the elusive art thief known as Icon,
only to discover him already in her arms: the billionaire tech genius—and her lover--
Tobias Wilder. Zara wants to resist Tobias, to deny his fiercely sexy smile and their
sizzling chemistry. But instead, she agrees to help him one more time.
Tobias will do anything to protect Zara, but he needs her for one last ultimate job: a job
that will clear both their names and grant them a future together... if they can pull it off.
The danger is real. The stakes are unbelievably high. But when it comes to love, there’s
only one prize that matters...
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Vanessa Fewings is the USA TODAY bestselling author of the erotic romance series the ENTHRALL SESSIONS. Her ICON TRILOGY is a highly addictive romance, set in the glitzy London art world, involving a billionaire art thief and a brilliant young art investigator with a gift for authenticating masterpieces. Prior to publishing, Vanessa worked as a registered nurse and midwife. She holds a Masters Degree in Psychology. She has traveled extensively throughout the world and has lived in Great Britain, Germany, Hong Kong, Cyprus and the USA. Born and raised in England, Vanessa now proudly calls herself an American and resides in California with her husband.
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