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Revenge in Room 426

Posted on Oct 12, 2014 in Books

Revenge in Room 426

Step behind the hotel room doors of the Chatsfield, London… Journalist Chloe Tyler has a plan: 1. Use the press junket for Liam Hunter’s latest movie to get revenge. She shares a past with this movie star and his betrayal left her broken-hearted and a total laughing stock. 2. She’ll use him, seduce him and once he’s begging? Cut him loose. But Chloe is playing a dangerous game and soon a pretend seduction becomes all too real! Suddenly the world’s best laid plan for revenge might just be the one thing standing in the way of Chloe’s happiness! This is a short story on Amazon Kindle. Read an excerpt It was him! No, no, it wasn’t… damn, yes it was. And he looked… Chloe Tyler flattened herself against the brickwork at the Chatsfield London hotel and tried not to stare. Which was a bit like those lab experiments where small children were told not to touch a plate full of cookies or something equally tempting, because Liam Hunter was born to be stared at. He always had been. The most popular boy in high school, probably the most popular boy in kindergarten as well, he was, at twenty three, now the most popular star to grace the silver screen. Privileged. Wealthy. Spoilt. Chloe pulled a face. Basically the opposite of her. The poor, dorky exchange student who had gone to America looking for adventure and come away with egg on her face. Like every other girl in senior high she had fallen head over heels in love with him. Then she’d got to know him when she’d started tutoring him in English and not only did she think him the best looking guy she had ever seen but the nicest as well. Boy, did he relieve her of that misapprehension very spectacularly. And very publicly. His horrible prank had been the most humiliating experience of her life and he’d even posted the video of it on YouTube where it had gone viral. God, even her father had seen it. Making sure to keep well out of his line of vision Chloe was unable to tear her eyes away from his long, muscular frame as he strolled along the red carpet and greeted what seemed like thousands of screaming fans and paparazzi. It had been five years since the nightmare of prom night. Making sure to keep well out of his line of vision Chloe was unable to tear her eyes away from his long, muscular frame as he strolled along the red carpet and greeted what seemed like thousands of screaming fans and paparazzi. It had been five years since the nightmare of prom night. Five years since she had seen Liam Hunter – aka rat loser extraordinaire – in the flesh and unfortunately he looked better than ever. Larger. Leaner. His tawny brown hair, worn long now, sat just above shoulder length in an artful array of thick layers. His broad shoulders were encased in a navy blue shirt open over his trademark white t-shirt, and aged denims road low on his lean hips and muscular thighs, ending in worn workman boots. Ha. The man – for that was what he was now – had never done a day’s hard labour in his life. He was the Golden Boy who could do no wrong, except that he had a snake’s personality and he thought nothing of hurting others. Of hurting her. And her fall had been that much steeper because he’d done it after making her feel so special. So wonderful. So beautiful. Yeah, right. That should have been her first clue that something was up. If there was one thing Chloe wasn’t it was beautiful. Oh, she had some pluses – she had creamy skin that despite her red hair hardly freckled and blue eyes with long dark lashes and an okay smile. Unfortunately she had red hair – really red hair – that had a tendency to frizz when it was humid and her nose was a little on the prominent side, made worse, in her...

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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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The Most Expensive Lie of All

Posted on Jun 6, 2013 in Books

The Most Expensive Lie of All

Winning at all costs? Shameless Cruz Rodriguez swapped the polo field for the boardroom eight years ago, where his killer instincts made him a phenomenally wealthy man. But there’s a hitch in his latest deal—in the sultry form of Aspen Carmichael… Champion horse breeder Aspen has never forgotten Cruz—their searing encounter was the one pleasure in her increasingly desperate life. So when darkly handsome Cruz reappears with a multimillion-dollar investment offer, Aspen is torn. She may crave his touch, but beneath his glittering black eyes lies a deception that could prove more costly than ever before! Order on Amazon Read an unedited extract from Chapter One ‘Eight three, my serve.’ Cruz Rodriguez Sanchez, self-made billionaire and one of the most formidable sportsmen to ever grace the polo field let his squash racquet drop to his side and stared at his opponent incredulously. ‘Rubbish! That was a let. And it’s eight three my way.’ ‘No way, tio! That was my point.’ Cruz eye-balled his brother as Ricardo prepared to serve. They might only be playing a friendly game of squash but “friendly” was a relative term between competing brothers. ‘Cheats always get their just desserts you know,’ Cruz drawled, moving to the opposite square. Ricardo grinned. ‘You can’t win every time, mi amigo.’ Maybe not, Cruz thought, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d lost. Oh, yeah, actually, he could because his lawyer was in the process of righting that particular wrong while he blew off steam with his brother at their regular catch up session. Feeling pumped he correctly anticipated Ricardo’s attempted “kill shot” and slashed back a return that his brother had no chance of reaching. Not that he didn’t try. His runners squeaking across the resin coated floor as he lunged for the ball and missed. ‘Chingada madre!’ ‘Now, now,’ Cruz mocked. ‘That would be nine three. My serve.’ ‘That’s just showing off,’ Ricardo grumbled, picking himself up and swiping at the sweat on his brow with his wrist band. Cruz shook his head. ‘You know what they say? If you can’t stand the heat…’ ‘Too much talking, la figura.’ ‘Good to see you know your place.’ He flashed his brother a lazy smile as he prepared to serve. ‘El pequeno.’ Ricardo rolled his eyes, flipped him the bird and bunkered down, determination etched all over his face. But Cruz was in his zone and when Ricardo flicked his wrist and sent the ball barrelling on a collision course with Cruz’s right cheekbone he adjusted his body with graceful agility and sent the ball ricocheting around the court. Not bothering to pick himself up off the floor this time, Ricardo lay there, mentally tracking the trajectory of the ball and shook his head. ‘That’s just unfair. Squash isn’t even your game.’ ‘True.’ Polo had been his game. Years ago. Wiping sweat from his face Cruz reached into his gym bag and tossed his brother a bottle of water. Ricardo sat on his haunches and guzzled it. ‘You know I let you win these little contests between us because you’re unbearable to be around when you lose,’ he advised. Cruz grinned down at him. He couldn’t dispute him. It was a celebrated fact that professional sportsmen were very poor losers and while he hadn’t played professional polo for eight years he’d never lost his competitive edge. On top of that he was in an exceptionally good mood which made beating him almost impossible. Remembering the reason for that, he pulled his cell phone from his kitbag to see if the text he was waiting on had come through, frowning slightly when it hadn’t. ‘Why are you checking that thing so much?’ Ricardo queried, ‘don’t tell me some chica is finally playing hard to get.’ ‘You wish,’ Cruz murmured. ‘But no, it’s just a business deal.’ ‘Ah, don’t sweat it. One day you’ll meet the chica of your dreams.’ Cruz threw him a banal look. ‘Unlike you I’m not looking for the woman of my dreams.’ ‘Then you’ll probably meet her first,’ Ricardo lamented. Cruz laughed. ‘Don’t hold...

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Duty at What Cost?

Posted on Jan 19, 2013 in Books

Duty at What Cost?

To protect Princess Ava de Veers, James Wolfe must keep his mind on the job. Having shared one passionate night, Wolfe knows exactly how wilful, independent – and sexy – she is. But he will separate his feelings for Ava from the task at hand. Wolfe is the most daring man Ava has ever met and he drives her crazy! Yet as the threat to her life escalates, he’s the only man she can trust and the only place she feels safe is in his arms. But, as Royalty, Ava knows that duty always comes at a cost… Order on Amazon   Read an unedited excerpt from Chapter One below: ‘There’s a woman stuck on the south wall, boss. What do you want us to do with her?’ Wolfe pulled up in the middle of an arched hallway of Chateaux Verne and pressed his phone a little tighter to his ear. ‘On the wall?’ ‘The very top,’ Eric, one of the more junior members of Wolfe’s security team, repeated. Wolfe tensed. Perfect. Most likely another interfering journalist trying to get the scoop on his friend’s extravagant wedding to the daughter of a controversial American politician. They hadn’t let up all day, circling the chateaux like starving buzzards. But none had been brazen enough to go over the wall yet. Of course he’d been prepared for the possibility – the reason they now had this little intruder in hand. ‘Name?’ ‘Says she’s Ava de Veers, Princess of Anders.’ A princess climbing over a forty foot brick wall? Wolfe didn’t think so. ‘ID?’ ‘No ID in her handbag. Says she had a car accident and it must have fallen out.’ Clever. ‘Camera?’ ‘Check.’ Wolfe considered his options. Even from inside the thick walls of the chateaux he could hear the irritating whine of distant media choppers as they hovered just outside the established no fly zone. With the wedding still three hours away he’d better extend the security perimeters before there were any more breaches. ‘Want me to take her back to base, boss?’ ‘No.’ Wolfe shot his hand through his hair. He’d rather turf her back over the wall than give her even more access to the property by taking her to the outer cottage his men were temporarily using. And he would – after he had established her identity and satisfied himself that she wasn’t a real threat. ‘Leave her where she’s perched.’ He was about to ring off when he had another thought. ‘And Eric, keep your gun on her until I get there.’ That would teach her for entering a private function without an invitation. ‘Ah, you mean keep her on the wall?’ When Eric hesitated Wolfe knew right then that the woman was attractive. ‘Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.’ For all he knew she could be a political nutcase instead of an overzealous journo. ‘And don’t engage in any conversation with her until I get there.’ Wolfe trusted his men implicitly, but the last thing he needed was some smoking Mata Hari doing a number on their head. ‘Yes, sir.’ Wolfe pocketed his phone. This would mean he wouldn’t be able to start the pre-wedding game of polo Gilles had organised. Annoying, but it couldn’t be helped. He’d offered to run security for Gilles’s wedding because it was what he did and the job always came first. Once outside Wolfe found Gilles and his merry band already waiting for him at the stables; the horses groomed and saddled and rearing to go. Wolfe ran his gaze over the roguish, white Arab Gilles had promised him. He’d missed his daily gym workout this morning and he had been looking forward to putting the stallion through his paces. Hell, he still could. Taking the reins from the handler he swung easily onto the giant of a horse. The stallion shifted restlessly beneath his weight and Wolfe automatically reached forward to pat his neck, breathing in the strong scent of horse and leather. ‘What’s his name?’ ‘Achilles.’ His mouth quirked and Gilles shrugged. ‘Apollo was taken and he’s...

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Living The Charade

Posted on Jun 25, 2012 in Books

Living The Charade

Miller Jacobs knows that professional succes doesn”t always come easy, and she”s not afraid  of hard work. But her flair for business can”t help with her latest problem – finding a fake boyfriend for a weekend away with her boss! Valentino Ventura, maverick of the racing world, is Miller”s polar opposite. Yet helping buttoned up Miller let her hair – and whatever else she wants down – is an irresistible temptation… especially when Tino gets under her ice-cool demeanour and discovers a woman as hot as one of his cars. Order on Amazon   Excerpt (part of chapter one – unedited) If the world was a fair place the perfect solution to Miller Jacob’s unprecedented crisis would walk through the double glazed doors of the hip Sydney watering hole she was in wearing a nice suit and sporting an even nicer personality. Unlike the self-important banker currently sitting at the small wooden table opposite her who probably should have stopped drinking at least two hours ago. ‘So sexy lady, what is this favour you need from me?’ Miller tried not to cringe at the man’s inebriated state and turned to her close friend, Ruby Clarkson, with a smile that said: “how could you possibly think this loser would be in any way suitable as my fake boyfriend this coming weekend?” Ruby arched a brow in apology and then did what only a truly beautiful woman could do – dazzled the banker with a mega-watt smile and told him to take a hike. Not literally, of course. Chances were she’d have to work with him at some point in the future. Miller breathed a sigh of relief when Superman staggered toward the semi-packed, dimly lit bar and disappeared from view. ‘Don’t say it,’ Ruby warned. ‘On paper he seemed perfect.’ ‘On paper most men seem perfect,’ Miller said glumly. ‘It’s only when you get to know them that the trouble starts.’ ‘That’s morose. Even for you.’ Miller’s eyebrows shot up. She had good reason to be feeling morose. She had just wasted an hour she didn’t have drinking white wine she wouldn’t even cook with and was no further toward solving her problem than she was yesterday. A problem that had started when she’d lied to her boss about having a boyfriend who would love to come away for a business weekend to keep a very important, and very arrogant, potential client in check. TJ Lyons was overweight, overbearing and obnoxious and had taken her “not interested” signs as some sort of personal challenge. Apparently he had told Dexter, her boss, that he believed Miller’s cool, professional image was hiding a hot blooded woman just begging to be set free and he was determined to add her to his stable of has-run “fillies”. Miller shuddered as she recalled overhearing him use that particulare phrase. The man was a chauvanistic bore and wore an Akubra hat as if he was Australia’s answer to JR Ewing. But he had her rattled. And when TJ had challenged her to “bring your hubbie” along to his fiftieth birthday celebration where she could also present her final business proposal Miller had smiled sweetly and said indeed that would be lovely. Which meant she now needed a man by tomorrow afternoon. Perhaps she’d been a little hasty in giving Superman the flick. Ruby rested her chin in her hand. ‘There’s got to be someone else.’ ‘Why don’t I just say he’s sick?’ ‘Your boss is already suss on you. And even if he wasn’t, if you give your fake boyfriend a fake illness you still have to deal with your amorous client all weekend.’ Miller pulled a face. ‘Don’t mistake TJ’s intentions as amorous. They’re more licentious in nature.’ ‘Maybe so but I’m sure Dexter’s are amorous.’ Ruby was convinced Miller’s boss was interested in her but Miller didn’t see it. ‘Dexter’s married.’ ‘Separated. And you know he’s keen on you. That’s one of the reasons you lied about having a boyfriend.’ Miller let her head fall back on her neck and made a tortured sound through her...

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