Seduction in Seville
The Men of FTI, Book #2
Release Date: February 1st, 2016
By Olivia Night
In a hospital in Seville, Spain, Patrick Kane lies in a coma. Ambushed and shot while protecting someone important to him, he fights to survive.
She never thought she would see him again. Patrick, the man who’d brought her back.
Eight years ago, Patrick Kane, a joint partner in Fairlane Trade International, descended into a basement of horrors. That horrible day he rescued many women, but one he would always remember. Her beautiful doe eyes filled his dreams and haunted his nightmares.
Madison Lockwood, a nurse, has struggled to put her past behind her, trying to forget the time she spent in captivity. But she recognizes the man who rescued her and brought her out of that terrifying reality. She owes him her life. Patrick is gravely injured, and Madison vows to see him through.
When Patrick opens his eyes, he instantly knows that he made a mistake leaving Madison after freeing her from the clutches of a human trafficking ring. She is meant to be his. As Patrick tries to win over a wary Madison, the past they both thought was gone for good comes back with a vengeance. One by one, the survivors of the horrific ordeal are being murdered. Patrick knows that Madison will be next if he doesn’t protect her.
Together they must fight for their survival. Seduction In Seville, book two in the Men of FTI series, is a tale of redemption, murder, new beginnings, and love that takes the reader on a wild, exotic ride.
Madison remembered staring up at him after he had extended his hand to her, and preparing herself for what was to come. What she’d assumed was going to come. But it never had. It had been his eyes that had brought her back. They were the most mesmerizing emerald green. They shone in his face like a lighthouse would during a terrible storm. His eyes, like the lights, meant safety. He had, very gently, taken her hand and lifted her to her feet. Madison had averted her gaze then. She had been afraid to hope, thinking them coming to rescue her was some sick psychological game.
He hadn’t touched her, but dropped his face so his gaze could reach hers. “You’re safe now,” he’d said as a small, gentle smile played at his lips.
“You’re safe now,” he repeated.
She remembered throwing herself into his arms and sobbing. The man had moved his body away from hers, not allowing them to touch other than her arms around his neck and her face buried there too. All she had thought to say had been “thank you,” so she’d repeated it over and over again. He’d stood that way with her for a long time. Madison hadn’t given any thought to how she might have looked or, worse, smelled.
She’d stood there crying uncontrollably and rejoicing that it was over. Eventually, the exhaustion of being there for as long as she had, the exhaustion from constantly fighting for survival, the exhaustion of having given up, hit her, and her knees had begun to give out. He’d walked her to the stairs, and somehow he knew those stairs seemed too high. Too daunting.
So he’d told her, “I’m going to pick you up, okay?”
She could only nod, her face still pushed into his neck. He had scooped her up as if she’d weighed nothing.
Madison remembered being placed in a Jeep and the man gently buckling her in. He had begun to close the door and seemed ready to walk away, but Madison had protested. “Please...could you stay with me?”
Her voice had been soft and weak. She had been so tired. He’d glanced over at another man who was orchestrating arrangements for the rest of the women who had been saved. They had been creating a triage, of sorts. Those who’d needed urgent care and had been the worst off were in Jeeps equipped with stretchers, and two or three other women, like her, had been put in cars. There were some who had been carefully placed on stretchers with blankets over their bodies and faces. Madison hadn’t wanted to look to see where they were going. The guy who was clearly in charge had cast a glance over at her and nodded. Then the man who’d saved her climbed in the backseat and buckled his seat belt as the car started and they’d begun to drive away.
Bouncing down the unpaved road had jarred her injuries. She’d tried to stay quiet. Even at that point, leaving that awful place, she hadn’t been entirely convinced that this was real. But he had heard her quiet gasps. He’d looked over at her and placed his arm around her shoulders and effectively held her in place so that the bumps along the road did not jar her as much.
It had been then she’d noticed the scar. Her rescuer had a scar that ran the length of his face. It was almost a perfect diagonal, cutting across his left check, going through his top lip and down into his bottom. It was thin but looked no less viscous. How had he gotten that kind of a scar? But before Madison could give the question any real thought, her eyes had grown heavy, and she focused her energies instead on staying awake. She had been terrified to fall asleep. She had been afraid if she’d closed her eyes she would wake up once again in the basement.
As if reading her mind, he had turned toward her and whispered, “You’re safe now. You don’t have to be scared anymore. You’re safe, I promise.”
And with that, her eyes had shut. She hadn’t voluntarily touched another human being in months. But she’d wanted him near her. So she’d laid her head on his strong shoulder and slept. She’d woken in the hospital a few days later. Emerald Eyes had been gone. And now, eight years later, it was her turn to save him.
Olivia Night, a fictional character herself, has always been an avid reader and writer. She found the romance genre in college and has never been able to get enough. One sleepless night, the main characters of Book One in her Men of FTI series sprang from her head fully formed. They demanded she tell their story; so she did. As they revealed themselves, so did two other intriguing characters. Those characters convinced her to give them their own books because their stories were worth telling too. And so Olivia suddenly became a romance author. When Olivia is not writing, she has the best job in the world, which, too, will remain a secret. In her free time, she reads, write, drinks wine, or is, most likely, out emulating Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Olivia lives in one of the most diverse and vibrant cities in the U.S.—Baltimore. She lives with her cat, which she is convinced was a gladiator in his past life. Olivia plans to continue being awesome at this thing called life. Really, that’s her only goal.