Freedom's Price

by Suzanne Brockmann Narrated by Eve Bianco

Overview

Liam Bartlett had nearly lost his life in San Salustiano, and for five years the correspondent had done his best to silence his ghosts. But when Marisala Bolivar arrived in Boston, all his memories returned¿along with a white-hot hunger for the young rebel who had hidden him and kept him alive. Marisala ached for Liam¿s touch, so long forbidden but now hers to fight for with a woman¿s fierce need. Could a love once forged in fire at last burn true?

In this unforgettably sensual love story, Suzanne Brockmann creates a portrait of two daredevil survivors tested by sorrow and bound by destiny to heal each other¿s wounds.

A flame who beckoned him out of the darkness, she understood his pain as no one ever would, but could he soothe her hidden scars by offering her his soul?

Product Details

BN ID:	2940169862430
Publisher:	Blackstone Audio, Inc.
Publication date:	12/01/2008
Edition description:	Unabridged

Related Subjects

• Romance
• Fiction
• Other Romance Categories
• General Romance

Read an Excerpt

"I'm sorry I called you a sewer rat who lives in a nest of horse manure."

He pulled his hand away from the silken softness of her face, hiding his sudden rush of emotion and need with a snort of laughter as he stood up. "No, you're not."

But she stood up, too, catching his hand in hers, bringing it up to the softness of her lips. She kissed his knuckles, and the featherlight sensation was totally unnerving.

"Yes, I am," she whispered. "I am sorry."

When she released his hand, he tried to convince himself that his sudden disappointment was in fact relief. But when she stepped even closer and reached up to touch the side of his face, he knew the truth. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to kiss Marisala.

"We are friends," she said again. "When I'm with you, I can say what I want. And you—you can do the same, you know."

"I will," he whispered. He wanted to kiss her, but he'd never tell her that. He couldn't.

She pulled him close, not for a kiss, but to embrace him in a friendly hug.

He buried his face in the sweet-smelling mass of her beautiful hair. He could feel the softness of her breasts against his chest, feel her fingers lacing through his own hair, feel her thighs pressed against his as she stood on tiptoe.

And he was lost.

All he knew was that suddenly he was kissing her.

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