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Nadine strode purposefully into the shiny clean offices of the Zimmerman Group as though it were another normal day at work—even though she had cleverly negotiated a two-week leave of absence barely a few days ago.
Dressed smartly, if not in her usual business suit, she held out her hand as the elevator quietly soared to the higher floors. She admired the gleaming rock on her finger.
She would never take this ring off.
It had been a few days since Ethan’s proposal had taken her completely by surprise. Quiet excitement still bubbled under the surface of her skin; it hadn’t quite left since that day at the park when he had suddenly fallen down on one knee and asked her to marry him.
She knew already that she couldn’t imagine any other life, not one without him. Not any more.
The elevator doors opened and Nadine beamed from ear to ear as she walked down the long hallway to her office. Ethan had gone to see Douglas, his mentor at the Hayward gallery, and, well—what was she supposed to do? They’d come back to the city for a few days, and she thought it would be a good use of her time to deal with important last minute things at work. Just in case anything had come up.

“Nadine?” Melissa’s surprised face welcomed her.

“Hey, Melissa. I know, I’m not supposed to be here, but I was passing through—I thought I’d look over the Noble Vintage specs. I think some of them needed to be signed off.”
Melissa opened her mouth to say something. “Michael already signed them off.”
Nadine looked crestfallen. “He did? Oh, okay, then I’ll just check a couple of things anyway now that I’m—”
Melissa let out a shriek. “Oh my goodness, is that a—you got engaged! Oh my goodness, Nadine. You got engaged!” Her secretary jumped to her feet and leapt over to where Nadine stood.

“I did,” Nadine announced proudly, and held out her hand while Melissa fawned all over her ring. “We’re engaged.”

“When? Oh my god, I’m so happy for you.” Melissa threw her arms around Nadine with excitement.
Slightly overwhelmed by the outpouring of emotion, Nadine turned a little redder. “Thank you.”
“Ethan is just the most perfect, perfect guy for you. You’re so lucky.” Melissa took a hold of Nadine’s hand again and examined the ring as closely as if she were checking for its clarity. “And he’s lucky too,” Melissa added, almost as an afterthought. “When’s the wedding?”
Nadine extricated her hand gently. “No idea. Let me get used to this first.” She beamed, unable to wipe that continuous smile off her face. The smile that had started the moment Ethan had proposed, and they had made up. The moment she just knew that turning down the opportunity to go to Europe was the right decision.

“We haven’t even thought about the wedding. It just feels so…comfortable reaching this far. You know?” She wasn’t sure if she was talking to herself or Melissa as she headed towards her office, just behind Melissa’s desk. No harm in logging onto the company intranet. Seeing that she was already here.

“I can imagine, it would feel right, with the right guy…” Melissa said.
Nadine nodded.

“But you’re crazy for coming to work when you should be out doing something else.”

“I’ll be gone soon. Ethan’s got some things to deal with at the gallery.” She opened the door to her office. “Is Michael in?” She might as well let Michael know of her good news.
“He’s been in meetings most of the day,” replied Melissa, walking back to her seat and bringing up the calendar on her screen.
“Oh?” Nadine usually knew of Michael’s timetable, yet this was news to her. She’d only been gone a few days and already it felt as though lots was going on at work. “Who with?” she asked casually, still hovering around the door.

“He was with the Noble Vintage guys this morning …” Melissa’s voice trailed off as she scrutinized her screen. “He’s in conference room one with Tanya right now. He’ll be free in half an hour if you want to see him.”
Tanya Braun? The woman she had replaced was back? Sandra had mentioned as much before. Why was Michael talking to Tanya and how come she knew nothing about it? Nadine’s throat felt suddenly dry.

“Okay.” She feigned nonchalance, trying to dismiss the clawing thoughts that seized her. “I’m going to check a few things and then I’ll be gone.” She disappeared into her office.
Minutes later, she’d looked through her diary, checked a couple of things on her list and then she walked out, casually strolling past conference room one. With its glassy front wall, it was easy to see who was inside it.
She stopped short, felt her stomach roil. Huddled around the table with intense looks on their faces were Michael Zimmerman and Tanya Braun. They didn’t see her, so deep in talks where they. There was no entry on her diary or calendar of Tanya coming in today.

“Well, well, well.” Nadine’s heart sank as a familiar voice behind her settled heavily over her like a damp blanket. She started to walk away from the all-seeing glass walls, not wanting the people inside to see her. And she especially did not want any scene playing out now.

“Sandra,” replied Nadine breezily, hoping her easy tone would filter through. She half-turned and gave Sandra a welcoming smile—a smile she hoped would imply that she was fine. Just fine.
Sandra’s beady gaze swept over Nadine’s shoulder. She snorted. “Worried?” She sneered, circling around her and facing the glass. “One golden girl replaces another.”
Don’t listen to her.
Nadine pretended to think about it. “Worried? Of course not.” She made to move away.

“The hell you’re not,” said Sandra. “Aren’t you supposed to be on leave or something?”
As much as Nadine tried to steer them away from the conference room, Sandra seemed intent on doing the opposite. She stood in full view, and any minute now Nadine felt sure Michael would look up and see them both.

“I must get on—I’ve got a couple of things to sign off,” said Nadine defensively. She ran her hand through her hair, tried to act relaxed, even if she felt as stiff as a dead body. “I’m off for a few weeks.”

“Then ask yourself why you can’t keep away.” A look of alarm fell upon her. “Is that a ring on your finger?” she asked, in a tight voice, rooting Nadine to the spot. Sandra peered at the ring as though Nadine had a big glob of bird droppings on her hand.
“Of course it’s a ring.”

“The escort proposed, did he? Well, well, well.” Sandra’s smile was slow, almost pained, as if it took a great deal of strength to make her muscles move in that direction.

“His name’s Ethan. Can’t you be happy for anyone, Sandra?” Sudden rage boiled up inside Nadine at the way this witch had referred to Ethan. She suddenly wished she’d taken Ethan’s advice and gone for a pampering day in the city. The only problem was Nadine didn’t do pampering too well. Hence the reason she was back at work and now taking a verbal lashing from the office Gorgon.

“It’s all downhill from now. Love? Marriage? Oh, puh-lease.” Sandra sneered. “Children? Everything you do, going forward, will suck up your time and drain you.”
Nadine almost shrank back. As nasty as she knew Sandra was, even this onslaught was one she hadn’t been prepared for.
Too shocked to reply, she stood there, letting Sandra attack her.
This time Sandra stood at Nadine’s side, as they both faced the conference room. Michael and Tanya were going through some paperwork and were still too engrossed to realize they were under observation.

“You do understand that you can’t have both, don’t you? It’s either your career or your marriage.” Tsk, tsk, tsk. “I thought you were smarter than that, Nadine.”

“I don’t know where your malice comes from, and I certainly have no interest in hearing any of your vicious outpourings on life.” Nadine made to walk away.
Sandra looked pointedly towards the glass wall and then glanced at her watch. “She’s replacing you. I’ll save you hearing it from Michael.”
Nadine lost the ability to speak and watched as Sandra checked the time. “I must go. I’ve got a meeting with the Flight people.”
That’s my account.
Nadine strained a smile, resisting the urge to question Sandra—knowing she expected this.
She finally made it back to her office and was relieved to see Melissa busy on a call. Closing the door to her office, she shut out Sandra, everything and everyone outside.

Seriously, what was she doing here? Nothing but a glutton for punishment. Why hadn’t she just gone shopping or for a massage instead?
She collapsed into her chair and felt her body shrivel into a heap. Sandra’s words spun around her like darts. What was she doing here? Clasping her hands together on her stomach she couldn’t help but notice the ring, then smiled.

At least this was something new, something welcome to get used to. She liked the sensation of it rubbing against her fingers when she interlaced them. She wouldn’t part with this for the world.

It didn’t matter what Sandra said. She might not have been able to manage both, but Nadine had every intention of doing so. Having Ethan didn’t mean she couldn’t continue with her climb up the corporate ladder.

Women reached and broke the glass ceiling and had been doing so quietly for years. She was one of them, she thought, with quiet satisfaction, and tried to think of the women she had met at conferences and networked with from the other ad agencies, who regularly made the newspaper columns for their achievements. She couldn’t remember if they were married or whether they had children. The women had mostly talked work at these events.
But women could have it all, couldn’t they? Or was this really the biggest trap ever set, according to the COO of Facebook? Sheryl Sandberg had done it, and so could she.

Children. Another item that had never made it onto her goals list but now was turning into something that could very well affect her a few years away. She still couldn’t see herself as a mother, but she could definitely see Ethan with babies and kids. Seeing him with his niece and nephew these last few days when she’d met his family had been eye opening. He was a natural with them and they loved him no end, it was so plain to see.

She liked his family.
His mother had been so weak and tired, but news of their engagement had lifted her spirits. Meeting Ethan’s family for the first time, Nadine had seen firsthand how close they were, how much Ethan doted on his mother, and how they had all taken to her. Though his niece Jessica was going to take some convincing.

Melissa knocked on her door. “Since you’re here, would you mind signing these off?” She handed Nadine a pile of what looked like expense forms that her team had put through.

“What’s wrong?” Melissa could tell her mood at a glance. “You look as though you wish you hadn’t come in today.”
Nadine picked up her pen, getting ready to sign the paperwork. “I shouldn’t have.” She gave her secretary a weary look. “Don’t worry. I’m going after this.”

“Good.” Melissa took the signed forms. “As much as I love working for you, I’d rather not see you for another two weeks.”
Nadine got up. She still had lots of emails to respond to, but they weren’t urgent. She’d been keeping an eye on them through her Blackberry anyway.

There really hadn’t been a need to come in at all. She’d known that—but she’d been unable to keep away. In a way though, perhaps it had been good that she had; otherwise who knew what else Zimmerman had up his sleeve?
She’d have to keep an eye on him.


Coming soon…

The new cover for my latest book, a novella.

I’m calling it Book 3.5 in the Perfect Match Series. You get a glimpse of Ethan and Nadine’s life right after book 3 (Heart Sync) ends. But this doesn’t take you to the epilogue mentioned in that book or beyond.

Instead this novella covers four months after the end of  Heart Sync.  As you might know, I’m currently writing books for the ‘Tainted Love Series’ which is a spin-off from the ‘Perfect Match’ books. These ‘Tainted Love’ stories cover the lives of Zoe, Melissa and Tanya.

While writing these stories I had to revisit Ethan and Nadine’s world – and that was how ‘A Leap of Faith’ was born.

I’m hoping to get it out to you before Christmas …




It’s just been released!

You can buy  ‘Misplaced Love’ – the first in the ‘Tainted Love’ series – from Amazon right now:

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My next book, the first in the ‘Tainted Love’ series is called ‘Misplaced Love’ and it is Zoe’s story. You might remember Zoe from the ‘Perfect Match’ series.

I’m hoping to release this book during the next few days.

Happy Halloween!

Chapter 1

Zoe dragged her battered suitcase out of the taxi and stood outside, staring at the familiar apartment she’d shared with Billy.

She’d moved in with him when things had turned serious between them. But even then, if she was being truthful, she wasn’t sure if it was because she loved Billy so much or whether she wanted to move out when her mom’s new husband moved in.

Her stomach churned and she wondered whether Ethan would be inside. He didn’t even know that she and Billy had split up, or that she had cut short their trip around South America.

It had all been so different when they’d set off, starting in Peru, and it was Peru where she had returned from.

She’d never made it to Ecuador or Bolivia. Heck she’d barely lasted a month. A month away on the road with Billy, running away from their problems. Why had she thought traveling might fix things?

Like flecks of dirt on white cotton, it had only highlighted them even more.

They still had another four to six months on the road, maybe longer. They didn’t have a concrete plan. Billy winged it wherever he went.

Winging it was fine—for people who could sleep easy in hostels where the floor crawled, and eat from soup bowls not caring too much what horrors floated beneath.

When Billy suggested they join the group of Australians instead of it being just the two of them traveling together as planned, she’d had enough.

With all their rows and with her mind constantly harking back to home, she hadn’t really been wholly convinced she had done the right thing.

She’d even signed up for the programming course she’d been thinking about. So when Billy changed their plans to fit in with the Aussie group, she quit her plan with Billy and focused on her needs instead.

He was now on his way to Ecuador and she was staring up at the redbrick building wondering what it might be like to stay with Ethan again.

Just as she got ready to walk up to the door, it opened and a statuesque girl with flyaway hair and hot pants rushed out. She pulled the corners of her teeny leather jacket together.

As if that’s going to keep you warm, thought Zoe, and wondered whom this creature had come to see.

Billy’s friend Andre had moved out in a hurry and Billy had told her their room was free again. It seemed serendipitous—as though she was meant to come back and follow her plan, instead of idly following him around.

If Andre wasn’t at home, it meant Ethan was.

And if Ethan was in, had that long legged gazelle paid him a visit?

It couldn’t be.

She sucked in her stomach and walked up to the door and knocked. No matter how many times they had called, texted and emailed him, they’d been unable to get a hold of Ethan, but seeing the girl leave just now had given her hope that he was in.

She waited, wishing he would hurry up, and yet the thought of being face-to-face with Ethan again set her nerves on edge.

When he didn’t open the door, she started to get irritated. She knocked again, and rang the doorbell twice.

Still no answer.

She crashed to the floor in a huff, flung open her battered handbag and rifled through it, muttering under her breath. She was tired after the long flight and needed a bed more than she needed food or a clean shower.

Relief poured out when she found the key. Getting up quickly, she opened the door just as she heard heavy footsteps on the wooden floor from inside. The angry voice of a man yelling greeted her.

The door yanked roughly open away from her, pulling the key with it.

She stared at the tall and slim shirtless man who opened the door wearing only jeans and a bad attitude. “I see her once a week, Chrissie. Why the hell has she started to demand two to three appointments a week?”

He glared at Zoe, then looked away and yelled into the phone. “I don’t care how much. I can’t see her so many times. This isn’t a full time gig for me.”

A rush of adrenaline tingled through her body. This wasn’t Ethan or Andre.

With the call over, the guy stabbed a finger at the cell and shoved it into his back pocket. He turned his attention to Zoe, his slate-gray eyes widening for the briefest second.

Zoe stood stupefied into silence, first by his rude manner, then by the sharp line of his abs. It rendered her speechless. Her gaze skimmed over the faint gauze of his five o’clock stubble—before dipping down lower to fix on his tight, ripped chest.

Her heartbeat raced and she experienced firsthand the sensation of free falling without leaving the ground.

The guy cocked his head and gave her a who-the-hell-are-you look.

And then she remembered.


He was one of the guys who’d been in the Dreamboys Dancers right at the beginning for a little while. They knew each other, through Billy. They’d all been friends, Troy, Jed, but Tyler was always on the outside. He’d only been with the group a short while before he left.

Her eyes widened as she recalled it now—he’d left to join an escort service. Apparently, he was the one who told Ethan all about it.

What the hell was he doing here?

“Ethan’s not in.”  He gave her a hard smile.

She felt more out of place than ever, especially now that Billy wasn’t here. She stood taller, mustering her bravado; the guy was tall—very tall—and the way he stared at her made her feel minuscule in her flat sneakers.

She had expected to sail right in, but this guy was barricading the door with his totally ripped chest.

Seconds passed while they had a silent but deadly standoff and she tried to find her tongue.

Finally, he stepped closer to the door—his hand on the door handle. “Zoe, right?” His eyes narrowed and the angry ridge between his eyebrows kept her at bay.

She nodded, wishing he’d put a shirt on. She grabbed the handle of her suitcase trolley even tighter.

“What are you doing here?” The slate-gray eyes remained cold.

She swallowed. “Billy received Andre’s email about him moving out in a hurry. He emailed Andre to say I’d be taking the room.” Her explanation caused the angry ridge to deepen.

The guy’s face was a mixture of confusion and irritation.

“I’m staying here. Andre moved out last week. Didn’t Ethan tell you?” He frowned at her, then scrubbed his jaw.

Ethan? They hadn’t heard from him since they’d left. “Tell me what?” This time her eyes narrowed. She wished again that he would put a shirt on. Jet lag made it harder to focus on his face.

“Your friend Andre moved out. Ethan knew I was looking for a place. So here I am.”

Zoe felt her body tense. His explanation just about tipped her over the edge and especially that idea that he seemed to think he had one over her.

“I think you got that wrong. I’m staying here. We got Andre’s email and we told him I was coming back. The room you’re temporarily staying in belonged to me and Billy anyway.”

But even as she said it, she remembered they hadn’t been able to check their emails while they were in a rural part of Peru. And when they’d received Andre’s email, it was a week after he’d sent it.

She knew what had happened. In the time that Billy hadn’t replied, Andre must have gotten a hold of Ethan.

It was the only explanation which made any sense, and which would explain why this caveman was now staring at her with that smug look of satisfaction plastered all over his face.

He gave her a cool, condescending stare. “Look at it any way you want; it seems I beat you to it. The room’s mine.”





It’s taken a little longer that I wanted, but finally ‘Honeymoon Blues’ is available on other platforms too:


iBooks US:

iBooks UK:



It’s finally here…the book many of you have been asking me about…and you didn’t have to wait as long as you normally do :-)

It’s available from Amazon right now, and will be available on other platforms around late August. I’ll post the links on my Facebook page at that time.

Meanwhile, here are the Amazon links – ‘Honeymoon Blues’ is discounted to .99 cents only until 29 July. So grab your copy right now!

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I’m starting on the ‘Tainted Love Series’ next…so you can find out what happened to Zoe, Tanya and Melissa from the Perfect Match Series – due sometime around Autumn 2014.

Who knows, maybe you’ll find out some more about Ethan and Nadine too ;-)

I hope you enjoy ‘Honeymoon Blues’ – and have a great summer xx

It’s here, the cover to Honeymoon Blues, the third and final book in the Honeymoon Series.

I’m still looking to release the book by sometime next week…





























































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Now available from Amazon:

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This ebook will also be available on other platforms from June. I’ll post the links on my Facebook page as soon as they become available:


You know how lousy I am with release dates, so – just to let you know – the third and final book in the ‘Honeymoon Series’ (as yet untitled), will be released during Summer 2014.

I LOVE watching World Cup football, so I need to be extra vague this time around when setting my release date for this final book.

I hope you enjoy Honeymoon For Three :-)


As always, thank you for your patience! I know you have waited longer than ever for this one.

My goal posts keep changing :-(

I’m almost there :-)


Chapter 1
A slick of sheen glistened all over Ava’s naked body as she lay in bed, hot, sweaty and sated. She glanced over at Nico who lay asleep peacefully beside her. Just watching him sent her pulse racing.

He was beautiful. He had sought her out. And he was hers, for now. Whatever ‘now’ meant.

She had never expected to find herself in this situation: in bed with a man during her honeymoon. Not her solo honeymoon, for sure. Yet even though she would never have entertained the idea of this happening, she could not deny having had wicked thoughts of Nico in the days and weeks before; right up until the end, when she had fled the Casa Adriana a few days ago.

She had been determined not to make the same mistake twice.

Falling for the wrong man once was bad enough.

Her stomach clenched as memories of being dumped six weeks before her Valentines Day wedding jumped back at her. Lying in her sumptuous bed at the Hotel Sant Adelina in Venice, with the most gorgeous man beside her, softened the hurt, a little.

This had been the whole point of coming to Italy on what would have been her honeymoon. She came anyway, without the groom; needing time away to be by herself.
She had known for months that their relationship was floundering. Connor ditching her had not been a bad thing. They would have ended up going their separate ways further down the line. It was better it had happened before she married him.

She had to be careful not to fall for the wrong guy again.

Feeling slightly cooler now, she wrapped the soft sheet around her and turned to her side to look at Nico. It was sometime in the afternoon and they hadn’t drawn the curtains when they had rushed in, desperate to feel each other in the flesh.
Golden light streamed in, casting a yellow haze everywhere and soaking Nico in a warm light. He slept so deeply; such a beautiful, handsome man. She resisted the urge to run her hands over his face. But she could not resist letting her fingers dance lightly across his bare chest. He too lay on his side with his arm across her hip. She bent her head and kissed the big curve of his bicep, where it dipped slightly. Just the smell of him sent a warmth fuzzy feeling through her body.

If things had gone according to plan, she would be lying here with Connor. And now she had Nico instead.
He was everything that Connor was not and the stark difference between the two men in her recent love life was never more glaringly obvious to her than now.
A sudden clicking noise at the door jolted her. She flashed a glance over her shoulder, her eyes riveted as the doorknob turned. The hairs on the back of her neck bristled.

They had put out a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign.

As she sat bolt upright in bed, her heart thumping wildly, the figure of a man skulked into view.

“Connor?” She rubbed her eyes and blinked, then hugged the sheet closer to her chest.  Beside her, Nico still lay asleep, completely oblivious to the intrusion.
Connor’s gaze flew from Ava’s face to the bare-chested man lying beside her. He slammed the door shut, set down his luggage and took a few steps towards her. His eyes swallowing up the intimate scene before him.

“What’s this?” His voice was surprisingly calm, but his eyes bore into her.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Her anger had replaced embarrassment.

Now that he was no more than a foot away, she recoiled at his closeness, still paralysed from the shock of seeing him, and having him see her in flagrante.
Not that she was doing anything wrong, technically. She was still single.
She watched Connor’s gaze take in Nico, from his handsome face, to his powerful bare chest, with its dusting of dark hairs. Connor’s face reddened. It was perfectly obvious what she and this man had been up to.

“So we’re even now. Is that what this is about?” Not the words she was expecting to hear from him.

“We’re EVEN?” she yelled. She wasn’t sure what made her more angry, the fact that Nico could sleep like a baby despite the storm raging above his head, or the fact that Connor had the audacity to follow her to Venice and to turn up in her hotel room.

She thought she had closed that chapter of her life forever.
She was about to fling the sheet aside and bound out of bed before she remembered she was naked underneath.
It was hard to express anger while sitting in bed with no clothes on.

Nico stirred beside her, his arm still draped over her lower half as if he was claiming his territory. His slight movement caught Connor’s eye. Outwardly he seemed calm but Ava knew him too well. She knew that his unruffled exterior was only his corporate lawyer façade on display.  As he flexed his fingers, Ava knew that inside he was anything but at ease.

“Yes,” rasped Connor, looking at Nico who had only just opened his eyes. “We’re even.”
The sound of a man’s voice in his hotel room shook Nico’s senses. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, placing his hand on Ava’s arm.

“Who the hell are you?” he barked, suspicious hooked on Connor.

When Connor said nothing, Nico looked at Ava. “Ava?” But she had bunched her knees up and hugged them towards her, refusing to acknowledge his stare, or Connor’s presence.
Connor held out his hand towards Nico, in a handshake gesture. “I’m her ex-fiancé. Connor Beachcroft. And you must be someone she picked up.”
Still the cold arrogant, asshole, thought Ava.

Nico slapped Connor’s hand away. “Get out before I call security and have you thrown out!” he growled. Connor backed away.
In all this Ava remained quiet, but her anger slowly bubbled away beneath the surface. Her mind was in chaos; confused thoughts married to disbelief.

What had possessed this man to fly across the Atlantic looking for her? Why now? Why at all? She needed answers but was not prepared to have a conversation with her ex while she and Nico were naked in bed.

“Go, Connor,” she pleaded.

“We need to talk, Ava.” Connor looked at her fixedly. She had never in a million years considered that he might come for her. When he had dumped her, she believed things were over between them forever.
In a strange way, she felt as though she had been freed.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” intervened Nico, his powerfully built body naked as the sheet slipped even further below his waist. Connor’s gaze wavered as he surveyed his opponent warily.

“This isn’t about you,” returned Connor quietly. “I’ll be waiting downstairs, Ava. Just give me ten minutes. Please.” He shot her a parting glance and walked towards the door slowly.

Nico had got up and put his boxers back on. He reached the door just as Connor did, and let Connor take a good look at his powerful physique. He held the door wide open.

“Out, now!” Nico’s face darkened. He threw out Connor’s luggage and locked the door behind him.

Ava sat motionless in bed, watching the stand off between the two men. They were like fighting cockerels, puffing their chests out and assessing each other. She wished she had never set eyes on him again. The fact that he had walked in on her and Nico, invading the quiet tranquility of their world, had shattered her new peace.

Nico sat down beside her. “That was the shithead you were going to marry?” His hands tenderly grasped her arms, as he gently tried to unwrap them from around her knees.
The golden hue of their afternoon should have lifted her spirits, but she felt as if the world had ground to a halt. Energy seeped out of her body. “I don’t know why he’s here,” she mumbled, more to herself, than to Nico.

He moved forward, slowly pushing her knees down and the sheet fell away, exposing her nakedness. He kissed her on the lips lightly. “It’s obvious. He wants you back.”

Ava hooked her arms around his neck and reeled him in closer towards her. “He can dream on.”
Nico rewarded her with a searing kiss that sent her senses out of control. She kissed him back deeply, needing him all over again.

Connor could wait.




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