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Shades of Gray: A Loveswept Classic Romance (Hagen Book 8) [Kindle Edition]

Kay Hooper
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Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. But in this classic novel of romance and suspense from New York Times bestselling author Kay Hooper, a strong man who always takes what he wants is challenged by an alluring woman who is not easily kept.
Ruthless, charismatic, and devastatingly handsome, Andres Sereno rules the small South American island of Kadeira with an iron first—and he has abducted the irresistible Sara Marsh to keep her out of harm’s way. Of course, Andres has ulterior motives: He is determined to convince Sara that she cannot live without him. Overwhelmed by his urgent desire, Sara finds Andres hard to resist. But can she trust a man with darkness in his soul and danger in his blood?
Blindsided by a sudden storm with no safe harbor in sight, Sara has no choice but to embrace the fierce warrior who holds her captive. Though Andres tries to shield her from his violent side, Sara knows that she’s tempting fate. Before risking everything, Sara must walk through fire and discover the strength within herself. Only then can she surrender to the primitive force of their desire.

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    About the Author

    Kay Hooper, who has more than thirteen million copies of her books in print worldwide, has won numerous awards and high praise for her novels. She lives in North Carolina, where she is currently working on her next novel.

    Tanya Eby has a B.A. in English Language & Literature from Grand Valley State University and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from the University of Southern Maine. Tanya has had a series of jobs: clerk for one day at Victoria's Secret, assistant at Carnegie Hall for nine months, voiceover performer for ten years and writer for as long as she can remember. She has two quirky children and lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

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    She was too angry to be afraid. The injection they’d given her had acted quickly, and she was hardly surprised to awaken in the small cabin of a boat. She held her aching head with one hand and sat up on the bunk, gazing out the porthole at the open sea. That also didn’t surprise her. It was sometime around midafternoon, she guessed. The day after the afternoon they’d shanghaied her. She’d slept a long time.

    And she didn’t have to look at a map to know that she was somewhere off the northern coast of South America.

    They hadn’t hurt her. In fact, her kidnappers had sustained considerable damage themselves from her struggles, because they’d been taking great pains not to hurt her. And she understood why, of course.

    Andres would have them shot if they harmed her.

    The cabin was small, but there was enough room to stretch the kinks from her legs. On a small table near the bunk she discovered a tray covered with a linen napkin, under which reposed an appetizing meal of cold chicken and salad. She ignored the food but poured a glass of wine from the carafe and sipped it.

    Pacing the restricted floor space absently, she stretched aching muscles and automatically straightened her clothing--snug, faded blue jeans and a casual summer blouse the same color as her eyes.

    As the last of the cobwebs cleared from her mind, she sighed and opened the door, unsurprised to find that it wasn’t locked. Where, after all, could she escape to? She went up the steps and onto the deck, squinting into the bright sunlight.

    “Good afternoon, miss.”

    She looked at the man who had spoken. He was a lean, hard man somewhere in his thirties, with soulful eyes and a rather chillingly gentle smile. She didn’t know him.

    “Hello.” Somewhat mockingly she saluted him with her wineglass.

    “The food--”

    “I wasn’t hungry.”

    He half bowed, oddly graceful. “I am the captain, miss.”

    She nodded. “When will we arrive?”

    “In a few hours.”

    After a long silence she sighed. “I don’t suppose,” she said, “there’s a boat I could steal to make good my escape?”

    He blinked. “No, miss.”

    “And I also don’t suppose it would be at all wise of me to jump overboard and try swimming for it?”

    “No, miss.”

    “Then don’t bother to hover over me, Captain,” she said, and turned away to walk toward the bow.

    Siran grimaced faintly, half in admiration and half in doubt. An interesting woman, his passenger. The men who had brought her to the ship off Trinidad had borne ample proof of her ability to defend herself, yet she seemed perfectly calm now. He watched her critically for a moment.

    She was a tiny woman, barely five feet tall if that, dressed casually in jeans, a green blouse, and running shoes. And though another woman would have probably called her petite, no man worth his salt would have missed the surprisingly lush curves of breasts and hips, guaranteed to stop traffic and haunt dreams.

    Her hair was that rare, striking color between red and gold, and it hung thick and shining to the middle of her back. It was styled simply in a layered cut from a center part, and that silky, burnished hair framed a face that was almost too delicately perfect to be real. She was like a painting; every feature was finely drawn with artistic excellence, from her straight nose to the sweet curve of her lips. And in that strikingly perfect face, her eyes were simply incredible: a clear, pale green; huge and shadowed by long, thick lashes.

    Siran remembered another woman on a yacht under his command, a woman so like this one that they could have been twins. From what he had seen and heard, that woman had found love on her trips to Kadeira. What would this woman find?

    She didn’t hear him leave over the noises of wind, ocean, and engine, yet she knew when the captain had finally left her alone. An unsettling man, she thought vaguely. She didn’t fear being alone with him on the small boat and felt a flicker of emotion that was a painful inner laugh when she came to this realization. There wasn’t much about Andres Sereno of which she could be certain--except the fact that anyone in his employ knew only too well that she had to be kept safe. So she was. A bird in a gilded cage. No, not that, not really. Kadeira was a beautiful island but war-torn. And Sereno, though a powerful man, had chosen to build his country rather than his own personal wealth. The “palace” was a large, comfortable house, but there was nothing gilded about it.

    She stood there at the bow, face into the wind, trying not to think. Trying not to remember.

    But when the island first came into view, she was surprised by the surge of emotion she felt, and unnerved by the flood of memories that came to mind. It was such a beautiful island, especially from a distance--before the underlying rot became visible.

    She flung the empty wineglass overboard with a stifled cry, then gripped the brass railing hard as she stiffened her shoulders and began dragging all the emotions into the dark room where she’d placed them more than two years ago. By the time the harbor came into view, she was calm again.

    Not much had changed in two years, she thought. Not, at least, at first glance. It was a good harbor with plenty of room for the score of vessels riding at anchor and tied up to the dock. Except for a few fishing boats, all were military vessels, and all were armed to the teeth.

    A cluster of buildings, mostly warehouses, stood near the dock. Off to the left was the striking vista of towering mountains and rolling hills that helped to make the island so beautiful, and off to the right, whitewashed and shining in the bright sunlight, was the island’s only real city, and the home of most of its people.

    No building rose more than five stories, and all the bright whitewash couldn’t hide the scars of a country in turmoil. There was some construction going on but not much, and shorn buildings showed like broken teeth in the rubble of the bombed remains of cars, trucks, and buildings.

    She swallowed hard, still fighting for emotional control. Nothing had changed, not really. She had kept up with news reports almost against her will, and knew that the “rebels” still came down from the hills and raided periodically, making it impossible for Sereno to put his economic development plans into effect. Kadeira was a torn country, a wound bleeding its life away.

    Soldiers on the docks slung their rifles over their shoulders long enough to tie up the boat, and she paused only a moment to once more give the captain a mocking salute before jumping onto the dock. Ignoring the soldiers, she walked steadily forward to greet the slender man with a military carriage who was waiting for her near a long black limo.

    “Colonel,” she said briefly.

    “Miss Marsh.” Expressionless, he held the door for her.

    She got into the car and looked steadily out the window during the ride, saying nothing more to Colonel Durant. She had liked him once, but she was afraid to let herself feel anything right now. They drove by the old presidential palace, now a hospital. And if she winced at the evidence of recent fighting--buildings she remembered as relatively intact were now in rubble--at least it was inwardly.

    The limo passed through the guarded gates and wound its way up the drive to the plain stucco two-storied house. As she got out of the car she saw that the flowers she’d planted in window boxes were still alive and obviously cared for. But the bars on the windows, ornate though they were, were still visible, still a grim testament to their purpose--like the soldiers who constantly patrolled the grounds.

    She followed Colonel Durant into the house, steeling herself against her memories. When he silently indicated that she should wait in the book-lined room she had once loved, she went in with gritted teeth.

    The memories . . . She went to the French doors and stared out into the garden, her cold hands in the pockets of her jeans, her back stiff. Oh, Lord, the memories!


    She didn’t move, didn’t say a word. Her eyes closed and she swallowed hard. For a long moment she stood with her back to him, wondering dimly how many times she had heard his voice say her name--in her dreams.

    Sara Marsh moved slowly, bracing herself even more as she turned to face him. He hadn’t changed much in two years. He was unusual among his countrymen in that he was over six feet tall and powerfully built. He was dressed casually in dark slacks and a white shirt unbuttoned at the throat beneath an open jacket, but the informal attire did nothing to conceal the physical strength of broad shoulders and powerful limbs, or the honed grace of his movements when he stepped toward her. He was dark, black-haired, and black-eyed, his lean face handsome and bearing none of the outward marks or scars of his reportedly difficult and violent life.

    Perhaps he was a shade leaner, the planes and angles of his face sharper, his eyes more deeply hooded. And there were, she saw with a curious pang, a few strands of silver among the ebony at his temples.

    And she knew then that she had forgotten nothing. Nothing at all.

    He was Andres Sereno, President of the island country of Kadeira, commander in chief of its army and navy, both titles earned by sweat and blood and viewed askance by an American government that had never been quite sure if he was enemy, friend, or merely neutral. He had been called a dictator--and worse.

    “Hello, Andres.” Her voice emerged cool and calm, and she thanked the fates for control.

    He took another step toward her, and the quiet, innately powerf...

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    • File Size: 2498 KB
    • Print Length: 290 pages
    • Page Numbers Source ISBN: 0553590685
    • Publisher: Bantam (November 27, 2012)
    • Sold by: Random House LLC
    • Language: English
    • ASIN: B0089LOK2G
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    5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
    1.0 out of 5 stars let down from Hooper June 10, 2013
    By Sue W.
    Format:Mass Market Paperback|Verified Purchase
    Kay Hooper has been one of my favorite authors for a very long time so when I saw this title I automatically ordered it. What a let down!!! This weak story seems to have been written by a poor beginning author - no suspense, tepid romance. Even though I've tried to finish the book three times, I doubt there will be a fourth try. Bummer.
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    2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
    3.0 out of 5 stars Shades of Grey January 28, 2013
    Format:Kindle Edition
    It was an okay read. Not real excitement and not hard to figure out end. It was a very fast read.
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    5.0 out of 5 stars Shades of Gray August 1, 2014
    By Jami
    Format:Kindle Edition
    I love Kay Hooper and I love her romance novels. Kay Hooper is amazing at writing series books that carry characters from one book to another but can also be read as stand alone books. I realized more than halfway through that this book was later in the series and I wanted to read it in order but by that time I was definitely too drawn in to stop. I loved it so much I am going to read it again when it comes up in the order. Awesome romance !!!
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    4.0 out of 5 stars This is a great book. May 26, 2014
    By Granny
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    the story line is good, it ties the characters from the other books in this series without taking away from the main character in this book. It has just the right amount of romance and excitment in it.
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    4.0 out of 5 stars Shades of gray March 8, 2014
    Format:Kindle Edition
    This book was good but it seemed easy to figure the outcome from the very start. There was some decent drama.
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    4.0 out of 5 stars quick read March 6, 2014
    By sissy
    Format:Kindle Edition
    It was good, not slow at all. Was able to read quickly. Look forward to reading more by this author
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    5.0 out of 5 stars Wow February 15, 2014
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    I want more of this "Hagen" series....I simply love these people. Since getting my Kindle I have discovered more wonderful series from one of my favorite authors.
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    2.0 out of 5 stars not much January 25, 2014
    By paddler
    Format:Kindle Edition
    No real story line. Very predictably, not much of a plot. Boring, boring, boring, boring. Not worth reading, a waste of time.
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    More About the Author

    KAY HOOPER is the award-winning author of Sleeping with Fear, Stealing Shadows, and more than ten other novels of suspense and intrigue along with dozens of other books. She lives in North Carolina.

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