Get in the mood for Valentine’s with this tale of love and landscapes! Set between London and the wilds of Scotland, this is a stalker/protector romance with lots of twists and turns . . .
BLURB
Lashings of steamy suspense mixed with whodunnit . . .
Travelling the world as part of her job as a fashion buyer, Flora laughs it off at first when she recognises she’s being followed around from place to place. When Caelan Cameron finally approaches, that’s when she realises her estranged gangster father has to be involved somehow.
Ex-SAS with a past to rival her own, Caelan is clever, gorgeous and determined – but can he be trusted? Flora’s mind says one thing, but her heart screams another, and when he takes her to his home up in the remote Scottish Highlands, she finds it very hard to resist him. Surrounded by the most beautiful scenery in the world, she begins to fall madly in love with a man who’s clearly hiding something . . .
The sequel and concluding part Fight for Love coming soon!
EXCERPT
I wanted to ask so many questions but as we turned down some quieter streets and he directed me with the strength of a bulldozer, I got dizzy trying to figure out what we were doing. When we ended up around the back of someone’s shop, down a narrow, short alley, he squeezed my hand and said, “Wait here.”
He backed me into a wooden gate that stood between two brick walls, so I was tucked in and obscured from view. I was moments from burying my hand in my bag and taking out the small handgun I’d taken from Suzie’s safe that morning, when he quickly climbed over the six-foot wall adjacent and walked along it until he then was able to jump to a wall on the other side of the alley—then climb up a drainpipe until he was literally scaling someone’s roof. All the while my heart was in my mouth. Despite his stature, he moved like a cat.
Then he crouched beside a chimney pot and grinned with a smile nothing short of feral. Reaching into his waistband, he brandished the gun from my bag, held it up and pointed it right at me. I doubted he would do such a thing in broad daylight, then I recognised that look in his eye.
He was showing off. That’s all he was doing. Showing off.
I shook my head and walked away.
“Idiot.”
I heard his laughing behind me, even as I got into my car and put the radio on, trying to drown out thoughts of him—and greatly failing at it.
Whatever he was hanging around for, I was going to get to the bottom of it.
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