Dark Intentions
Charlotte Byrd
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Dark Intentions
Prologue
1. Jacqueline
2. Jacqueline
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4. Jacqueline
5. Jacqueline
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13. Dante
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16. Jacqueline
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20. Dante
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27. Dante
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32. Jacqueline
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Charlotte Byrd is the bestselling author of romantic suspense novels. She has sold over 1 Million books and has been translated into five languages.
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Dark Intentions Series
Dark Intentions
Dark Redemption
Dark Sins
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The Perfect Stranger Series
The Perfect Stranger
The Perfect Cover
The Perfect Lie
The Perfect Life
The Perfect Getaway
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All the Lies Series
All the Lies
All the Secrets
All the Doubts
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Tell me Series
Tell Me to Stop
Tell Me to Go
Tell Me to Stay
Tell Me to Run
Tell Me to Fight
Tell Me to Lie
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Wedlocked Trilogy
Dangerous Engagement
Lethal Wedding
Fatal Wedding
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Tangled Series
Tangled up in Ice
Tangled up in Pain
Tangled up in Lace
Tangled up in Hate
Tangled up in Love
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Black Series
Black Edge
Black Rules
Black Bounds
Black Contract
Black Limit
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Not into you Duet
Not into you
Still not into you
Lavish Trilogy
Lavish Lies
Lavish Betrayal
Lavish Obsession
Standalone Novels
Dressing Mr. Dalton
Debt
Offer
Unknown
Dark Intentions
One debt. One secret. One night.
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When I meet him at the Redemption Club, I’m not supposed to know his name and he’s not supposed to know mine. But we break that rule. That’s not the only one.
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He gives me chills and makes my body ache. He makes my pain go away. He’s just a distraction, but I can’t get enough of him.
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What I don’t know yet is that he will help save my mother’s life.
What I don’t know yet is that I’ll owe him a debt.
What I don’t know yet is that he is a man of many secrets. Secrets dark enough to break us both.
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For bestselling author Charlotte Byrd comes an intense romance about debts, lies and secrets and the extent to which people go for love.
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I have a secret and I'll do everything in my power to keep it that way.
I've been watching her for a long time.
I’ve been following her.
She’s lost a brother. I lost a best friend, but no one could ever know.
She's in pain, and so am I.
But I can’t stay away. I can’t stop.
What happens when she starts to uncover my lies? What happens if love isn’t enough?
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Dark Intentions is the first novel in the Dark Intentions series. It is a dark romance/romantic suspense about debt, lies, wealth, crime and family bonds. There is no cheating.
Prologue
I have a secret. She doesn't know it yet, but I'll do everything in my power to keep it that way.
I've been watching her.
For a long time.
I saw her going to those bars.
I followed her.
I stayed in the background. I saw her meeting with the guys whose names she couldn't remember.
She's in pain, and so am I.
He was my best friend. We did everything together, but no one could know.
We had this friendship, and now that he's gone, no one will ever know.
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Jacqueline
My palms are sweaty. My heart is beating out of my chest. The fear I feel is very much real.
I step over the threshold and into the lounge. I shouldn't be afraid. Everything's going to be fine.
This is just a place like any other, I say to myself. But I know that I don't belong. I'm wearing four-inch stilettos and it's my first high-heeled shoe in years.
My dress hugs my curves a little too tightly. But by the way that the men sitting around the bar look at me, I can tell that they like what they see.
I can do this, I say to myself, but of course, liquid courage is going to go a long way to making that happen.
I beeline for the bar and ask the bartender for a martini. I spin around on the swivel chair and look around the room. The club is set up into different areas. There's a place to lounge near the entrance with couches and overstuffed chairs. Then there's the more formal bar area with a spot to order the drinks and to sit and chat with the bartender. For those who want some privacy, a few tall circular tables give you a chance to crowd around in an intimate way.
A cacophony of sounds rushes above my head. The light is low, romantic, but also very masculine; a lot of grays and blues, but flattering, nevertheless.
“How are you?" Someone walks up to me. He has dark hair and his suit is a bit too shiny, but nevertheless flattering. I see how his muscles press against the fabric.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot another guy and the crestfallen expression on his face when he realizes that he has missed his shot. He turns to his friends with regret.
“Hey,” the guy in front of me says to catch my attention. "I'm Damian."
“Nice to meet you, Damian.” I extend my hand.
That might be his real name. It might not. That's sort of how the game is played in places like this.
“I'm Jacqueline,” I say, extending my hand, suddenly keenly aware of the fact that my real name has slipped out.
That was a mistake.
“Nice to meet you, Jackie.”
I cringe. I don’t like the nickname and I don’t like him presupposing that he can call me something I didn’t say.
“What brings you to a place like this?”
“I guess a guy like you," I say, leaning on the glass bar top. “What is it that you do?”
“A little bit of everything. I'm a videographer, weddings, proms, and occasional funerals.”
“People want videos of funerals?” I ask, genuinely surprised.
He shrugs. He's making stuff up. I can tell. That's what Cassandra recommended. It's better to go with a fake name and occupation.
Of course, she didn't use the word fake.
“This is a place where you explore a new identity,” she said, in the rich soothing voice of a digital virtual assistant. “When you come here, we want you to put the rest of your life away.”
Tuck it into a small box and keep it far away from here, I think to myself sarcastically.
Did Damian get the same speech? I wonder. If so and this is the best that he can come up with, I'm not really interested. No matter how good looking he is.
We chat for a little bit longer, and I finish my drink and excuse myself.
Maybe this was a bad idea. I don't even know what I'm doing here. This is for people who are bored, and rich, and tired of the lives that they’re living. Of course, that sort of qualifies me except for the rich part. And the bored part. I'm neither.
I’m more like desperate and possibly, a little dysfunctional. Still, before I got here, I was intrigued, nervous, a little horrified, plenty terrified, but nevertheless, interested.
Now, it just feels like another bar with more bullshit and lies.
And I just don't know if I want that. Despite the fictions that people spew about their names, and who they are, and these other lives they lead, the conversation that we have is supposed to be genuine.
We're supposed to make a real connection on this level that is beyond superficial. Because in reality, it's not about their job or what they look like necessarily.
It's more about the spark that you feel when you're in their presence.
Someone bumps into me and I spill my drink on the floor.
"Sorry about that.”
“Fine,” I mumble. I’m annoyed that I now have to scramble to clean this up before someone slips.
But then a waitress in a short, black straight leg suit comes over with a rag and escorts us to a nearby empty couch.
“Please don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything,” she says.
“The waiters here aren't dressed exactly very sexy, are they?" I say, sitting down across from this new stranger.
He leans back in his seat and looks me up and down very careful.
“That's the point, I guess,” he says. “For all of us to pay attention to each other, rather than them. They're the distraction.”
“And what are we?” I ask, suddenly feeling a little bit nervous at the intensity of his gaze
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“We're the main attraction,” he says without missing a beat.
I take a sip of the new martini that the waitress brings and wait for this man to look away. But he doesn't. His gaze is laser-focused on me.
Suddenly, a little spark wakes up within me, a little spark that I didn't even know I had.