Author: Natalie E. Wrye
Series: Behind the Blindfold #1
Publisher by: Independent
Published on: November 27, 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romance, Romantic Suspense
Page Count: 132 pages (Amazon estimate)
A flash of green eyes, and then...he was gone.
Mysterious, secluded, powerful, seductive.
Mark Rich shows up in a gallery, and then at a party, and then in Saturday's dreams.
Wealthy? Yes. Sexy? God, yes. But who is he? Ostensibly, he seems to be a jack-of-all-trades - a multifaceted Renaissance man.
Her artistic heart will follow him to the depths of his realm, to a world of beauty, art and desire in which she so desperately wants entry.
But Mark has a dark secret...deeper than any shadow Saturday has ever encountered.
Blinded by a craving she has never known, will she find the strength to remove the mask and look past her heart into a reality that may shatter her?
* This book is Volume 1 of a two-part series.
Omg this book! Behind The Blindfold wasn’t anything that I was expecting but I absolutely enjoyed it. This book was a short but intriguing read. This story wasn’t your typical romance. It was sexy, mysterious, and it had a hint of suspense. It captured my attention quickly and kept me turning the pages. I wanted to know more about this sexy stranger that was Mark Rich.
The first time Saturday (yes that’s her name) and Mark meet they don’t even speak to one another. Yet, there is something about hearing Mark’s voice and seeing his commanding nature that has her wanting to know more about this dark haired, green eyed stranger.
Saturday is twenty-four, single, and enjoying life in New York. She’s works as a tour guide at the art gallery, Clairvoyage, and she works a second job as a waitress and bartender. Saturday loves art and painting is her passion. She hopes to have her paintings showcased in a gallery.
“Saturday was drowning: drowning in a sea-green iries. She should be afraid, she knew, but she wasn’t.”
She doesn’t officially meet Mark until weeks later when she sees him at the art gallery where she works. When she finds out Mark is part of the art world, they easily strike up conversation. There is an attraction between her and Mark and Saturday finds herself quickly falling for him. Mark is mysterious, intense and sexy. The more she runs into him, the more she starts to think and dream of him.
His “kiss” caressed every part of her, overwhelmed her, and exposed her. She felt as if she had been laid bare, as if she was making love with her mouth.”
Their attraction they have for each other was intense and sensual and they quickly fall into a relationship. Mark was encouraging of Saturday’s art career and he had a bit of a possessive streak. They shared so much with each other but Mark is holding something back. He won’t tell her what he does for a living or and sometimes he disappears days at a time. Saturday also starts feeling as if she’s being watched. Despite his secrets, Saturday begins to fall in love with Mark and that causes Mark to pull back from her until one day he is gone without a trace.
“Passion. Pain. You should embrace them, Saturday. They are honesty. They are truth. They are all that matter.”
I really enjoyed this book. There was a suspenseful quality to it that kept me interested. I wanted to know more about Mark and I couldn’t tell whether he was good or bad or just somewhere in between. I really liked Saturday. She was fun, spunky, and but she could be vulnerable. She didn’t always make the best choices but she owned up to her decisions. This book left me with questions and I’m anxious for the answers. I cannot wait until part two.
When they arrived, they stepped into a room that was drowning in red light. It was so cliché, but dammit if Saturday wasn’t excited as hell to party. The music was thumping and Saturday could feel its bass reverberate through her entire body. She wore a strapless little black dress that night, but the heat of the liquor, the thundering bass and the ambiance had her warm and tingling all over.
She and Kara danced and swayed until a thin sheet of sweat covered them both. Saturday hadn’t felt this good in a long time. In the midst of gyrating and swaying, Saturday swore she saw a recognizable face in the crowded room.
She brushed it off.
She had seen so many familiar people here, people who frequented the gallery and friends of acquaintances. She swung her hips to the beat of the next song until her eyes met his.
Mark was standing on the far side of the room, a drink in his hand, a hungry look on his face. He looked absolutely, positively…hungry. For her? She didn’t know.
Amazing. One day this guy showed up, and now his face was popping up in the most random places. Maybe he had always been around, on the scene, and Saturday simply hadn’t noticed him. Doubtful. Her explanation sounded ridiculous, even to her own ears. No way did a man like Mark not show up on her radar…or any woman’s, if she was being honest.
Saturday pretended not to notice him, then turned in the opposite direction and continued to dance. She just kept moving her body to the music until she felt confident enough to sneak another glance.
She got her answer. There he was…in the same spot…with the same ravenous look in his eyes…eyes that were focused solely on her.
Saturday’s inner self was hugging herself and smiling. Now aware of Mark watching her, Saturday’s movements became slower, her sway more provocative. She felt sexy…and alive. The more she danced, the bolder she became. What had started out as a playful stunt was now an all-out seduction.
This game played itself out in stolen glances, little smirks exchanged between the two, as Saturday’s body and Mark’s eyes worked on enticing each other.
The crowd at the party was pretty thick, not overwhelming, but just enough so that Mark and Saturday’s path of sight was occasionally obstructed. It was made even thicker by the gaggle of women that sometimes lingered nearby to ogle Mark. Nonetheless, Mark’s eyes never left her face.
Hair plastered to her forehead and neck, her bottom lip fixed between her teeth, Saturday twirled to catch Mark’s eye one more time.
But the place that was occupied at the wall was now Mark-free, and Saturday instantly felt the temporary loss in the pit of her stomach. Her dancing slowed to an awkward stop, but at Kara’s urging, she continued, occasionally scanning the now-empty spot.
When her limbs couldn’t take anymore, she staggered wearily and contentedly into the other room and leaned against the kitchen counter.
Breathless and still tingling, she left Kara in the kitchen chatting up some local tattoo artist, and headed to the balcony for a little fresh air.
The tingle became a certified buzz when she recognized the figure overlooking the night view. Her eyes finally got their fill of him now. This time, he wore a jet-black blazer over a white collared shirt with black slacks.
When he turned around, he caught her eye and winked. Her entire face lit up at the sight of him. He looked soo good.
Wanting to appear confident and casual, she strolled slowly towards him, taking precisely measured steps in order to not look like the drunken, infatuated pup she had become.
Mark leaned back, both elbows resting against the balcony rail…Watching her– Waiting.