The Next 365 Days by Blanka Lipinska

"Lipinska creates taut suspense throughout with gritty mafia politics, larger-than-life characters, and a fast-paced plot."

– Publishers Weekly

Chapter 1 CHAPTER 1
Hot wind winnowed my hair as I drove my convertible down the promenade. Ariana Grande blared from the speakers. I couldn’t think of a song more fitting for my current predicament than “Break Free.” “If you want it, take it,” sang the pop star, and I bobbed my head to each word, cranking up the volume.

It was my birthday. I was getting older and should probably be feeling depressed, but the truth was that I felt more alive than ever. As I stopped the car, waiting for the light to turn green, the chorus began. The bass boomed, and I couldn’t have felt happier. I sang along.

“?‘This is the part when I say I don’t want ya. I’m stronger than I’ve been before,’?” I shouted with Ariana, waving my arms. A young man stopped his car next to mine. He sent me a flirtatious smile, tapping a hand on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song. Aside from the loud music and my loud singing, what must have caught his eye was my outfit. Its scantiness, to be precise.

I wore a black bikini that perfectly complemented the color of my purple Plymouth Prowler. To be honest, there weren’t many things that didn’t complement that car. It was perfect. The beautiful, rare vehicle had been my birthday present. I suspected the gifts wouldn’t stop coming anytime soon—that my man wouldn’t stop showering me with presents—but I hoped against reason that this one had been the last.

It all began a month before. I would get something new each day. My thirtieth birthday required something special, and thirty gifts would apparently do the trick. I rolled my eyes and stepped on the accelerator as soon as the light turned green.

A few moments later, I parked the car, grabbed my bag, and headed to the beach. The weather was sweltering hot, and I intended to make the most of it. Reach my limits. Sunbathe until I’d had more than enough. Taking a sip of iced tea through a drinking straw, I plodded across the waterfront, relishing the feeling of the hot sand on my feet.

“Happy birthday, old girl!” my man shouted. I turned around and a geyser of Moët Rosé exploded in my face.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?!” I screamed through bouts of laughter, trying to escape the fizzy stream. Without effect. He chased me with the bottle spewing out its pressurized content. When it was empty, he threw himself at me and toppled me to the ground.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered. “I love you.”

His tongue slid between my lips and started its dance. I moaned in pleasure, wrapping my arms around his neck and spreading my legs, as he took his place between them, hips slowly twisting.

He laced his fingers with mine and pinned my arms to the ground, pulling away his head and fixing me with an amused stare.

“I have something for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows and got up, pulling me with him.

“What do you know,” I muttered, rolling my eyes behind the dark barrier of my sunglasses. He reached out and took them off. His face grew serious.

“I’d like you to…,” he stammered as I watched on. He took a deep breath and knelt before me, extending his hands cupped around a small box. “Marry me,” said Nacho, his lips spreading in a wide grin. “I wanted to say something smart and romantic, but most of all I wanted to say something that would convince you.”

I inhaled, but he raised his hand. I said nothing.

“Before you say anything, Laura, please consider. A proposal isn’t marriage. And marriage doesn’t have to be forever.” He prodded me gently with the little box.

“Remember, I don’t want to make you do anything against your will. I’ll never order you around. Say ‘yes’ only if you want it.”

A silence descended on the both of us for a long while. He waited patiently for my reply. He got none. “If you refuse, though, I’ll send Amelia after you.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I was scared, worried, awestruck, and… happy.

If anyone had told me during last New Year’s Eve that I would end up where I was, I would have burst out in laughter. I thought about it and laughed, but inwardly. And if a year ago, when Massimo had kidnapped me, anyone had suggested that I would find myself on Tenerife with that colorfully tattooed boy at my feet, I would have bet everything that such a thing was simply impossible. Well, impossible is nothing, as they say. The thought of what had happened eight months before was still chilling, but—thank God (or rather, Dr. Mendoza)—at least I could finally sleep. But after so much time and with that kind of company in bed, it really wasn’t that surprising.

Blanka Lipinska is a #1 international bestselling author. Her trilogy has been translated in almost thirty languages and sold in over a hundred countries worldwide with millions of copies in print. She’s an author out of desire rather than necessity and writes for fun instead of money. She loves tattoos, values truthfulness, and treasures altruism. Annoyed with the lack of openness about sex, she took it upon herself to start a discussion about the many sides of love. She likes to say that talking about sex is as easy as preparing dinner. Blanka was ranked as one of Poland’s highest paid writers in 2019 by Wprost magazine. In 2020, the same magazine listed her as one of Poland’s most influential women. The Polish National Library readership survey lists her in the top ten most popular authors in Poland and ForbesWomen magazine included her among the top female brands. Her bestselling novel 365 Days is the basis of one of 2020’s most successful Netflix movies worldwide. The film has spent ten days as #1, the second highest in the chart’s history. The Netflix movie for 365 Days: This Day also shot to #1 in almost ninety countries in the first week.

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