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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry concludes the Savage Island duet with a fast-paced, high-stakes novel of survival, suspense, and heart-breaking passion.
The island took everything from me. It won't take her.
They created a monster. A savage.
They're about to see exactly what that means. Because Harper Lake is mine.
Please note: Savage Love is the conclusion of The Savage Island duet, and is best read after Savage Dom.
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Chapter 1

Harper

I sit on the white sand beach, staring out at the vast ocean in front of me. The blue-green waves lap gently on shore, and for a moment it’s almost nice here. I’m on an island in the middle of nowhere with a man who loves me as fiercely as anyone ever could. It’s idyllic and quiet, the only sounds the occasional cawing of a bird and slow rush of water on shore, before the tide pulls back.

It isn’t utopia, though. We can’t get off this island. We were manipulated into coming. We’re manipulated still. And as the days trudge into weeks and then months, any hope of escaping our beautiful but prison-like island slips away like the sand on shore, pulled back into the ocean with the undertow.

We shouldn’t be here. Cy should be home, pursuing his dreams and ambitions. I should be home, writing my articles and taking care of my brother Daniel.

Instead, I’m wondering if there’s another possible combination of callaloo, the island greens, with roast duck, and maybe some fruit or something that would seem less monotonous. I wanted potatoes, but I can’t really complain, because in recent weeks we’ve found more food sources on the island. Cassava is starchy and almost like a potato. We do lots with it, like modern day pioneers. He gathers duck fat from the ducks we catch, a job I despise and won’t do, and fries slices of cassava.

It’s almost like eating French fries. Almost. I mean, it’s nothing at all like it, but you can almost trick yourself.

I hear him coming up behind me and don’t need to turn to look. Since we’re the only ones here now, a fact we’re both certain of, there’s only one set of footsteps I’ll hear, and I welcome them.

“Hey, honey,” I greet Cy as he sits on the beach beside me.

“Hey, beautiful, you okay?”

“Oh, I’m good,” I tell him as cheerfully as I can. In recent weeks, he’s grown a little more despondent than he was before. Now that we know our being here was no accident, he wants off this island worse than ever. We both do. I try to stay positive, for the both of us, and he honestly does the same. One day I’m up and he’s down. The next the roles are reversed. As long as both of us don’t stay down, we’ll be alright. I think we will, anyway.

“Hey, did you do the count today?” he asks. “The count” refers to the daily countdown we’ve been doing since the last living human on this island died. It’s a bittersweet reminder of how long we’ve been here, and we take turns ticking off the tally on a strip of bark inside our shelter. It makes us feel somehow more in control. Almost hopeful.

I frown at the ocean and nod silently. “I did. Sixty-nine,” I tell him, looking back his way.

Predictably, he smiles.

“Sixty-nine?” he says, getting that predatory grin he gets before he’s about to attack me. Though he’s been more melancholy than he was before, his libido hasn’t slacked in the least.

“Don’t get any ideas, Cy,” I tell him, pretending to wave him off and get to my feet. “I had a plan for the stew tonight, and I have to get going on it while we have sunlight—Hey!”

But there’s no hope for it. I’m swept off my feet and into his arms before I can take a step away from him.

“Uh uh, babe,” he says scoldingly, shaking his head. “You’re mine.”

And before I know what’s happening, he’s stalking off to the shelter with me wrapped in his arms, and I’m kissing his beautiful mouth while he tangles his fingers in my hair. We know there are cameras on this island, but we also know our shelter is completely camera-free. With that in mind, we never do anything intimate or sexual we’d want anyone else to see in the open, but always go to our shelter for privacy.

Three cameras. That was what Derek told us before he slit his own throat and took his life. Three cameras. Those are the only connection we still have to the outside world. Derek destroyed the ones he found. I’m not sure what Cy would do if we found them. But it’s been this long, and we’ve only found one.

I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes as we make our way to the shelter. With a deep, cleansing breath, I take in his scent, all woodsy and masculine and clean.

“Mmm,” I whisper. “Were you doing something with the fire?”

He’s learned how to take the meat we find and make a sort of jerky with it by slow cooking. We have nothing to season it with, no salt or sugar or flavorings, but the slow cook method preserves it somewhat.


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Total pages in book: 60
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He was one of six. The biggest, the bravest, the most brutal.
Programed to discipline. Dominate Destroy.
It's a fight to the death
Only one will survive.
But there's one complication.... Me.
Please note: Savage Dom is book one in the Savage Island duet and ends with "happy for now." Book two, Savage Love, completes the Savage Island duet.
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Prologue

Finley Morose pulled up an article on his phone and read it one last time. His pale, too-thin lips pulled back in a smile and his gray eyes glittered like granite.

“She’s the one,” he said. His heavy frame, swathed in a luxurious custom-made suit, rocked in his desk chair, and he ran a hand through his snowy white hair.

“You sure?” Jay Hunter sat across from him, dressed in a neatly pressed military uniform, his face cast in shadow.

“Positive.”

Morose stood from his desk, laced his fingers behind his back, and paced the room slowly, his heavy jowls swinging as he walked, his voice shaky with age and excitement. “She’s so perfect for my plan—our plan, it’s as if fate herself has orchestrated this, offered her to me for my very own.” He waved a hand toward Hunter. “Read that section I highlighted in her latest article.”

Hunter cleared his throat and read aloud. “Though modern-day society’s fascination with sadism glorifies the disorder, romanticizing the disease as a form of sexual fantasy, wide-spread psychological evidence is clear: sadists need mental help. Even the mildest forms of pain play can lead to a deeper need to hurt a loved one, and it’s time we put an end to the glorification of such base acts.”

Morose chuckled. “Mental health indeed. Base acts. If she had any idea. It’s so obvious, it’s almost comical. She’s been demonizing the alpha male in her column now for months and vilifying dominant men. She’s earned widespread anger from certain crowds and applause from others. It’s why you earmarked her, no?”

Hunter nodded. “Yeah. It is.” He looked down at his hands.

“Then why the hesitation?”

Hunter huffed out a breath. “Because when word gets out about what you’ve done—and if I’m implicated in any way—”

Morose slammed his palms on the desk, his glittering eyes nearly bulging out of his reddened face. “They will laud me as a fucking genius and give you the highest honors. We will go down in history.”

Hunter drew in a deep breath, then let it out again but didn’t talk. He wasn’t so sure.

People had died. People had fucking died because of Morose’s insane plan, and he’d implicated more than Hunter. Scientists had taken the bait, padding their bank accounts with his tainted millions, actors had agreed to stage the cruise. Technicians orchestrating what he needed, valuing money over humanity.

Morose continued. “I’ve spent my entire life’s work leading up to this moment. To this very experiment. And I won’t have you backing out now. Not when I’ve invested everything I own in this operation.”

Hunter blew out a breath, and Morose waved a hand in his direction. “Give me her specs.”

Hunter opened up a file on a tablet on his lap. “Five foot five, red hair, and hazel eyes.” He looked up at Morose. “She’s fair and will burn easily.”

Morose grinned. “That ups the stakes, though, you see. Go on.”

Hunter’s jaw tightened before he continued. “Never been married. Works for The Times, but we can arrange for that to change. I have connections. She’s somewhat private, has no real friends to speak of. She’s been working in investigative journalism for the past year, though right out of college she worked for a few tabloids.”

“Of course, she did. Family?”

“Almost all dead,” he says.

“Almost?”

“She has a younger brother she has custody of, but he’s in state care.”

Morose scowled and nodded. “We will arrange to take care of that situation.” His eyes grew bright while he rubbed his chin in concentration.

“What did she find in her research?” he muttered. “Does she fantasize about being tied up and dominated when she’s alone at night? Are the very perversions she decries publicly the ones she conjures up in bed, with the shades drawn, under the cover of sheets?”

Hunter shifted uncomfortably. “Sir, that’s far outside of our interest. I don’t—”

Morose interrupted impatiently. “They may not interest you, but they interest me. Are the men ready?”

Hunter sighed, then nodded. “More than ready, sir. There are three left.” He shook his head, a note of sadness in his voice. “It worked better than we even hoped. They’re damn near feral.”

“All of them?”

“All of them.”

Morose grinned. “Find her. You know what to do.”

One

Harper

“Holy shite,” Malorie says, walking into the break room holding a huge golden envelope. “Babe, this is addressed to you, and just arrived via certified mail.”

I look up from my novel and place my fork down in my salad bowl.

“If it arrived via certified mail, why are you holding it instead of me?” I ask her, more curious than upset with her. This girl is so annoying sometimes.

“Oh, I forged your signature,” she says, waving her hand at me. I grunt at her and shoot her a disapproving look, but it seems to be lost on her. “Open it!”

I take the large, rather ostentatious envelope in hand, pursing my lips and looking at it. There’s no return address, and the front is embossed in thick, black letters. I flip it over, sliding my finger under the flap, but it doesn’t budge easily. Malorie watches me, and I swear she’s holding her breath.


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