In the middle of the house stood the largest, scariest man she’d ever seen. Senhor Finch had been sunshine, but this foreigner was a night storm. He seemed to fill the house like a dark cloud. Too big, too strong, his gaze too sharp on her. And as she turned to flee, he thundered, “Stop!”	And the next second, the man had her arm in his grip.
Dana Marton, Girl in the Water
romantic-suspense, romantic-thriller