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The Italian’s Virgin Acquisition

Posted on Jan 16, 2017 in Books, Coming Soon

The Italian’s Virgin Acquisition

Sebastiano Castiglioni needs to take over as CEO of the family dynasty and he’s not above a little blackmail to get it. When his grandfather mistakes one of his interns – Poppy Connolly – as Sebastiano’s latest love interest and considers her “the one” Sebastiano uses whatever means he can to secure Poppy’s cooperation as exactly that. Poppy won’t take her boss’s money to pose as his fake girlfriend but when he offers her three wishes she finds herself hard pressed to say no…   Chapter One: Sebastiano grimly checked his Rolex as he strode into SJC Towers, his London office building, completely oblivious to the wintery rain landing like icy pellets on his face. He had been waiting for over two years for this day, and finally his crusty old grandfather was going to give up on his stubbornness and hand over the reins of the family dynasty. And not before time! Bert, his weekend security chief gave him a nod as he approached the desk, not at all perplexed to see his boss coming into work on a Sunday morning. ‘Catch the game yesterday, boss,’ Bert asked with a flashing grin. ‘Don’t gloat,’ Sebastiano advised. ‘You’ll ruin my tentatively optimistic mood.’ Tentatively optimistic, being optimistic in itself. Already this morning his current – and now ex – mistress had tried to dampen his enthusiasm by waiting outside his Park Lane home for when he’d returned from his six mile run. Evidently she’d seen Internet photos of him arriving and leaving one of the most lavish, and dullest, cocktail party known to man the night before, and wanted to know why he hadn’t invited her to attend with him. ‘Because it hadn’t occurred to him’, in hindsight, hadn’t been his best answer. Things had rapidly deteriorated after that, ending when she issued him with an ultimatum: either move their relationship forward, or end it. Not that he could blame her for being upset. He’d pursued her a month ago with the ruthless determination that had seen him climb to the top of the Forbes 500 list by the age of twenty-five and he’d yet to even sleep with her. Which wasn’t like him. He normally had a very healthy libido but he’d been off stride lately. Probably this damned situation with his grandfather. Not to mention the twenty-hour days he had been putting in at the office to finalize a deal that would see him enter, and dominate, the construction market on a global scale. Of course he’d apologized to the world-renowned ballerina but she hadn’t been impressed, casting him a beguiling little smile before blowing him a kiss over one elegant shoulder as she’d gracefully exited his life. Thinking about it now, he might suggest she give break up lessons to some of his past involvements. She’d make a small fortune in teaching basic relationship exiting etiquette to others, particularly to the Spanish model who had thrown her hair brush at him when he’d suggested they part ways some months back. ‘Better luck next time, eh?’ Bert chortled, pretending to look contrite. Sebastiano grunted. He knew Bert was talking about yesterday’s football match in which his team had been slaughtered, but he could equally apply the sentiment to his stalled sex life. Stepping into the lift he stabbed the button for his floor and hoped that his adroit EA had found time to collate the reports he wanted to present to his grandfather as part of his winning pitch. Ordinarily he’d never ask Paula to come in on a Sunday, but his grandfather had landed this visit on him at the last minute and he didn’t want to leave anything to chance. Not that his business acumen was the reason behind his grandfather’s reticence to hand him control of the company. No, what he wanted was to see Sebastiano settled with a lovely donna who would one day become the mother of his bambini. His grandfather wanted Sebastiano to have something other than work to sustain him. Something called work-life balance. A modern day catch cry if ever Sebastiano had heard one,...

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Hidden in the Sheikh’s Harem

Posted on Apr 14, 2015 in Books, Coming Soon

Hidden in the Sheikh’s Harem

Order on Amazon  Chapter One: Prince Zachim Bakr Al-Darkhan tried not to slam the door as he left the palace apartment his half-brother was using for his brief visit but it wasn’t easy. Nadir was being a cranky, stubborn hard-ass, refusing to take his rightful place as the next King of Bakaan, which left Zach in line for the job. ‘Everything, all right, Highness?’ Damn; he was so preoccupied with what had just gone down he hadn’t even sensed the elderly servant he’d known all his life waiting in the shadowed recess of the arched windows. But, no, everything was not all right. Every day that passed without a leader made their people more and more uneasy. His father had only been dead for two weeks but already there were whispers of some of the more insurgent tribes gathering for ‘talks’. Yeah, like the Al-Hajjar tribe. Once their families had been rival dynasties but two centuries ago the Darkhans had defeated the Hajjars in a brutal war, creating resentments that still remained. But Zach knew that the current leader of the tribe—Mohamed Hajjar—hated his father, not only because of their history, but because he held his father responsible for the death of his pregnant wife ten years ago. And probably his father had been partly responsible because, Allah knew, he had been responsible for the death of Nadir’s mother for entirely different reasons. The fact was their father had been a miserly tyrant who’d ruled through fear and had been ruthless when he didn’t get his own way. As a result Bakaan was stuck in the dark ages, both in its laws and infrastructure, and it was going to be an enormous challenge to pull it into the twenty-first century. A challenge that his brother was better suited to take on than Zach. And not just because Nadir was politically savvy with the boardroom instincts of a Great White, but because it was his rightful place as the eldest son. With Nadir taking charge it would also free Zach up to do what he did best – creating and managing change on a street level where he could do the most good. Something he’d already started doing after his delicate mother had begged him to come home five years ago because Bakaan had been on the brink of civil war. The cause of the unrest had stemmed from a rogue publication started by someone in one of the mountain tribes detailing his father’s failings and calling for change. There wasn’t much in the publication Zach could argue with, but he’d done his duty and settled the unrest in his father’s favour. Then, appalled at the state his country was in, he’d set aside his Western lifestyle – which included a very successful speedboat-racing hobby – and stayed, working behind the scenes to do what he could until his increasingly narcissistic and paranoid father had either seen sense or died. Death had come first and the only thing Zach felt was hollow inside. Hollow for the man who had only ever seen him as the spare to the throne, and not a very worthy one at that. ‘Highness?’ ‘Sorry, Staph.’ Zach shook off the memories he didn’t want to delve into and started striding towards his own private wing of the palace, Staph quick-stepping to keep pace with him. ‘But, no, everything is not all right. My brother is proving to be stubborn.’ ‘Ah, he does not wish to return to Bakaan?’ No, he did not. Zach knew Nadir had good reason for not wanting to but he also knew that his brother was born to be king and that if he could get passed the bitterness he felt for their father he would want to rule their small kingdom. Realising that Staph was having trouble keeping pace with him, Zach slowed. ‘He has some other considerations to think of right now,’ he hedged. Like an infant daughter he hadn’t known about and the mother he was set on marrying. Now, there had been a revelation to shock the hell...

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Prince Nadir’s Secret Heir

Posted on Oct 12, 2014 in Books, Coming Soon

Prince Nadir’s Secret Heir

Back cover Blurb Prince Nadir’s brief liaison with virginal Moulin Rouge dancer Imogen Reid was over almost before it began. And Imogen fled…carrying something very precious to Nadir. Now he’s found her again and he has a plan: Step 1: Take Imogen and their daughter back to Bakaan. Step 2: Ignore his body’s betraying desire for the woman he never forgot. Step 3: Marry Imogen, thus securing his heir and stabilizing his desert kingdom. But step two proves increasingly difficult to execute, especially when it’s clear he’s not the only one struggling. So now it’s time for plan B…finish what they started in Paris! Order on Amazon Read an excerpt from Chapter one Some days started out well and stayed that way. Others started out well and rapidly deteriorated. This day, Nadir Zaman Al-Darkhan, Crown Prince of Bakaan, decided as he stared at a very large and very ugly statue squatting in the corner of his London office, was rapidly sliding towards the latter. ‘What the hell is that?’ He glanced over his shoulder at his new PA, who blinked back at him like a newly hatched owl transfixed by a wicked wolf. She’d been recommended by his old PA, whose recently acquired husband had taken offence at the seventeen-hour work-days Nadir habitually kept, and he wasn’t sure how she was going to work out. In general people either treated him with deference or fear. According to his brother, it had something to do with the vibe he gave off. Apparently he emanated an aura of power and ruthless determination that didn’t bode well for his personal relationships, which was why he didn’t have many. Nadir had merely shrugged when Zach had delivered that piece of news. Personal relationships ranked well down below work, exercise, sex and sleep. Not always, a sneaky voice whispered in his ear and he frowned as that voice conjured up an image of a woman he had once briefly dated over a year ago and had never seen since. ‘I believe it’s a golden stag, sir,’ his PA all but stuttered, definitely falling into the fearful category. Applying some of that ruthlessness his brother had mentioned, Nadir banished the image of the blonde dancer from his mind and turned back to the statue. He could see it was a stag and he only hoped it hadn’t once been alive. ‘I got that, Miss Fenton. What I should have said is—what the hell is it doing in my office?’ ‘It’s a gift from the Sultan of Astiv.’ Ah, just what he needed—another gift from some world leader he didn’t know, offering commiserations over the death of his father two weeks ago. He’d only been back in Europe a day since the funeral and he was, frankly, tired of the reminders which always brought up the fact that he felt nothing for the man who had sired him. Annoyed, he strode across to his desk and sat down. His PA stopped in his doorway with her iPad clutched to her chest. ‘Tell me, Miss Fenton. Should a person feel badly that their father has just passed away?’ His PA’s eyes slowly widened as if he’d just raised a gun to her head. ‘I couldn’t quite say, sir.’ Meaning she didn’t want to say. Which didn’t surprise him. It wasn’t as if he was known for seeking out the personal opinion of those who worked for him. Not on private matters anyway. Still, he couldn’t quite contain his frustration as his PA shuffled into his office and perched on the edge of an office chair. Between fear and awe he’d go with awe every time but his new PA looked as if she was waiting for him to attack her with a blunt instrument, which could have something to do with the whole host of unwanted emotions and memories his father’s death had stirred up in him. He knew a shrink would tell him that was a good thing. As far as Nadir was concerned, long buried emotions and memories were long buried for a very good...

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Socialite’s Gamble

Posted on Nov 19, 2013 in Books, Coming Soon

Socialite’s Gamble

June 2014. Blurb: When the gentleman places his bet… As the darling of London’s party scene, Cara Chatsfield isn’t surprised when her father’s CEO sends her to Las Vegas to host The Chatsfield’s world-famous poker tournament. And if behind the glitz and glamour there’s a girl hurt by her past? She’ll never tell. Aidan Kelly detests women like Cara, but when his biggest rival includes Cara in the stakes, Aidan must win—and not just for her protection! But getting to know the stunning socialite, he discovers a beautiful, vulnerable young woman awoken by his own personal brand of passion! Welcome to the Chatsfield, Las Vegas! Order on Amazon   Read an unedited excerpt from Chapter One By rights Cara should have felt like she was on top of the world. And she had been yesterday when her agent had informed her that she had won the lucrative Demarche cosmetic contract that would take her modelling career in a more serious direction. On some level Cara still couldn’t believe her agent had pulled it off and she probably wouldn’t relax until the big announcement was made at a glitzy event in London the following Sunday evening. Eight days from now. It was going to be such a big deal that despite all her experience in the public eye, Cara knew that she would be nervous on the night. Especially when things had a tendency to go wrong for her at peak moments in her life and she had no idea why. Not that she would let anything get in the way this time. Her agent had worked incredibly hard to paint Cara in the best light possible. To explain that she had changed, that she was no longer the Chatsfield wild child and all-round party girl but a young woman who was revered by others around the world. Cara secretly thought that had been pushing it a bit but Harriet genuinely believed in her and Cara would not let her down. Especially after so many people had tried to distance themselves from her after that hideous rock video she had mistakenly agreed to appear in. Before the censorship board had pulled it, it had come with an R rating but naturally, it had gone viral before then. Cara had thought that she would never get a decent job again after that. Certainly that’s what her father had said. Which brought her right back to why she couldn’t yet bask in the glow of her big win. She was late. Seriously late. Not entirely her fault because really, who could have predicted that she’d get stuck on the tarmac at LAX for five hours due to an unexpected electrical storm that had hung over the city like a bad smell. And by the look of the teeming rain outside she supposed she was lucky the plane had even landed in Vegas and not been rerouted to say… Uzbekistan! That would be more in keeping with the day she was having. Probably she shouldn’t have even detoured from London to LA but when she’d been told that she had to go to Vegas, she’d wanted to stop off and take her agent to lunch. Somehow lunch had turned into a private celebratory party and… well; she wouldn’t waste time regretting it. No one other than her siblings had ever shown her any support in her life and Harriet had said it was important. ‘More important, than tonight,’ she grumbled, wanting to kiss the aisle as the line of passengers started to shuffle toward the exit doors. Poker was hardly important even if the game she was supposed to hostess later that night at one of her father’s flagship hotels had the largest buy in of any Casino in the Western world. It was only money. Glancing at the time on her phone she shoved it back into her shoulder bag and strode down the aerobridge. One hour. One hour that apparently included a thirty minute taxi ride from McCarran International to the glittering diamond on the Las Vegas strip – The Chatsfield...

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