Friday, 27 March 2015

Breaker's Point Beau is live!

The second book in the USA Today bestselling series is now available.




When Holly McCombe’s wealthy father gambles away the family fortune, the ugly truth of his addictive nature starts to tear at the very foundations of what his daughter Holly holds most dear. In a desperate bid to save her father’s life she has no choice but to become engaged to sadistic bully Marcus Stark.
Her actions have placed her into a dangerous situation where one wrong step could mean her death at the hands of Marcus. 
Riley Reynolds one of the most eligible billionaires in Breaker’s Point had curvy Holly in his arms and his bed years ago, until a foolish mistake drove them apart and destroyed their mutual trust. But Riley’s feelings for Holly never died and seeing her on Marcus Stark’s arm brings his emotions flooding back.
Riley knows if he is to win Holly back he’ll have to prove to her that she can trust him with her darkest secrets. But some secrets are nothing more than dirty lies and those who guard them won’t give them up without forcing the innocent to pay the ultimate price in blood.
Will Holly’s stubborn nature cost her those she loves the most, or can a broken trust be healed by a true love?

Monday, 9 March 2015

Bound - Sovereign Club Book 2

Thank you all for being so patient during a very difficult time for me and thank you so much for the prayers and thoughts for my brother, it means the world to me and my family! He's still very ill and it's a constant struggle to concentrate on writing when all I want to do is spend all my time at his bedside making sure he gets the care and attention he needs. But I'm back home at the moment and working on Bound like my life depended on it ;)

I hope you enjoy the teaser of Chapter One!




Chapter One


Grabbing my hair I twisted it around my hand and quickly piled it up onto my head. The sensation of tugging my hair prickled pain along my scalp and it instantly reminded me of the him.
The feel of his rough stubble against my neck as his lips trailed fiery kisses across my skin. The way he wrapped his hands in my hair, forcing my head back until my neck was exposed to him.
Vulnerable.
Just the way he liked me to be.
A shiver raced across my skin and I closed my eyes letting my imagination take over for just a second longer. Without thinking I bit down on my lip and it was enough to jolt me from my thoughts.
I’d been so certain I was over my infatuation for Gabriel Hawk, trying desperately to convince myself that a life without him was for the best. But as the most infuriating man on the planet he’d left his mark on me in what felt like indelible ink.
The best I could hope for was to bury my memories of him… Any feelings I might harbour for him, hidden inside.
Grabbing the handful of hair pins from the vanity table, I stabbed them into place, wincing every time one of them bit painfully into my scalp.
Settling the last one into place, I glanced over my appearance in the mirror and nodded to myself. Not perfect but it was close as I was going to get considering my too curvy frame and the dark circles that sat beneath my eyes.
Scooping up my keys, I paused just inside the door of my silent apartment and sucked in a deep breath.
Beautiful. Confident. Successful.
I repeated the words beneath my breath over and over, my own personal mantra. It was stupid and yet I found myself unable to step outside the door until I’d completed it. Stupid or not, I couldn’t help but think it helped in some small way and I’d take whatever I could get.
My cell phone buzzed in my bag and I contemplated just ignoring it. With a frustrated sigh I dropped the bag onto the small table inside the door and searched inside for the phone.
Finally scooping it out, I swiped my finger across the screen and pressed the phone to my ear, the sudden flood of office voices filled my ear making me jump.
“Sasha, where the hell are you?” Samuel said, his voice clipped and irritated.
“I’m on my way to view a venue, why what’s wrong?”
“Don’t you think your clients would be better served by you actually turning up to work on time? Christ, Sasha, what’s wrong with you? I’m beginning to think you don’t really want this job anymore.”
His words rankled me and I fought the urge to give him a smart answer but the last thing I needed to do was piss him off anymore than he already was at me.
“Samuel, I told you yesterday I was going to view the venue this morning… I won’t be in until later and…”
He cut me off, “We’ve got a client who claims he’ll only work with you, he seems to think you’d be best qualified to help organise the intimate event he has planned.”
The edge in Samuel’s voice made me uncomfortable and the way he used the word intimate sent a shiver of revulsion rolling through my body. I could imagine him sitting behind his overly large desk as he spoke to me on the phone, fixing his sandy coloured hair in the mirror in the hopes it concealed the large bald spot that was starting to spread.
“My plate is already pretty full, Samuel, I’ve got Mr Bryce’s event to finish organising, maybe you should take this one.”
“He only wants you, Sasha, so get your ass over here and quit dawdling.”
The phone went dead and I stared down at it before dropping it back into my bag. Scrubbing my hands across my face I let out a frustrated groan. Ever since I’d turned Samuel down on his less than savoury offer of sex he’d been determined to make my life miserable. I could only imagine what sort of client he had lined up for me now, and god only knew what he’d told them about me.
I shuddered as the memory of Samuel’s awkward fumbling flooded my head. The feel of his wet slobbering kiss had been enough to turn my stomach and simply recollecting it wasn’t much better.
Giving myself a mental shake I cleared the thoughts from my head and pulled the apartment door open. I could do this, Samuel wasn’t going to send me running scared with his bullying tactics. 

No matter what he threw in my path I would overcome it.

***

Pausing outside the door to Samuel’s office I straightened the pale pink blazer I wore and rolled my shoulders back. 
Pushing open the door I caught sight of the tall broad shouldered man in the chair opposite Samuel’s desk, his dark hair picking up the sunlight, giving it the effect of having coppery lights. 
“I’m…” I started to apologise but the words caught in the back of my throat and I felt myself beginning to choke. There had to be a mistake and I fought the sudden urge to slide back out the door and slam it behind me.
“Sasha, so nice you could join us,” Samuel said, the look he shot me one of utter distaste.
Gabriel Hawk swung around in the large swivel chair he had perched in, the smug look of satisfaction that curled the corners of his lips over my obvious panic had me wanting to wipe the expression from his face. I found myself fixating on his mouth, that mouth that had brought me screaming to orgasm more times than I cared to admit.
You’re sick Sasha, an addict!
The voice in the back of my head piped up, breaking the moment and giving me the opportunity I so desperately needed to find my balance once more.
“Miss Carter, are you alright?” Gabriel said, his voice tinged with amusement.
He knew full well the effect he had on me and the bastard was actually enjoying my discomfort.
“I’m fine, Mr Hawk, your presence caught me by surprise.” I turned my attention away from him and gave Samuel the widest smile I could possibly muster in an attempt to appear unfazed. “You said I had a new client, I checked my office but there’s no one waiting.”
The look on Samuel’s face changed, his confusion over the situation apparent. For somebody who had spent a long time building a business around public relations it surprised me that he had no clue about my past with Gabriel.
“Mr Hawk is your new client, I didn’t want to leave him sitting in your office alone while you were gone,” Samuel said.
I shook my head and kept my fake smile in place as I struggled to make sense of his words. It had to be a mistake.
“I don’t think, Gabriel… I mean, Mr Hawk wants me planning anything for him.”
Samuel stood and pushed away from the desk, his best ‘for the client’ smile on his face. “If you’ll just give us a moment, Mr Hawk, I need to discuss some scheduling rearrangements with Miss Carter.”
Gabriel smirked in reply and I wanted to fling myself across the space between us and batter him with my handbag. How could he be so utterly infuriating? So completely obnoxious? He’d promised he would stay away from me when we finished and he’d kept his word. Until now…
Samuel dug his fingers into my arm as he swung me around and towed me out the door into the claustrophobic grey hallway.
“What the hell are you doing, Sasha, that’s Gabriel Hawk in there?”
As he spoke I couldn’t help but focus in on the beads of sweat that glistened across his upper lip.
“I don’t have time for this and you know it, I’m dealing with the Bryce party and I just can’t be around Gabriel, I…” I cut myself off before I spilled the truth to Samuel.
“Are you fucking him?” Samuel whispered, his voice cold and dripping with condemnation.
“What? No!” His question shocked me and without thinking I took a step back but the grip he had on my arm held me anchored in place.
He studied my face for a second as though searching for a sign that would tell him I was lying. When he didn’t find it, his expression softened and he released his hold on me.
“I’m sorry, Sasha, that was completely unprofessional of me, I shouldn’t have said it. It’s just ever since that night…”
He trailed off and I struggled to keep the revulsion from my face. I must have succeeded because he continued to study me with a softer expression.
“It’s fine, Samuel,” I started to speak, the words sticking in the back of my throat.
“It’s not really fine, Sasha, you understand the companies policy about getting involved with clients or members of staff so you know why I had to reject you? I didn’t meant to hurt your feelings but it’s simply not professional considering our working relationship.”
“Excuse me?” Anger swelled within me and I curled my hands into fists at my sides.
“I care about you, I don’t want to see you get hurt.” 
“You made a pass at me! I was nice enough to not kick you in the balls when you slobbered all over me.” I kept my voice low, I didn’t want to create a scene and if I could have had the floor open up and swallow me whole I would.
“You’re upset, I understand. And I want you to know that it’s not that I think the sex wouldn’t have been hot, you’d be great in bed but you’re just not the type I normally go for… I need someone who cares about the public’s perception of their image.”
“Samuel, please tell me you’ve lost your mind? I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man on earth and…”
He cut me off with a pat on the arm and a patronising smile on his face.
“Sasha, I know you’re hurting but don’t let your emotions get the better of you. At the end of the day, I’m still your boss and I’m willing to overlook the indiscretion just this once. But I need you to work on your attitude, you need to put your feelings towards me to one side and…”
I felt the palm of my hand itch and I started to draw my hand back, planning to let him feel the full extent of my attitude and feelings on the matter.
I jumped as the door to Samuel’s office whooshed open and Gabriel stood there, framed by the sunlight that poured in through the large office window.
The look on Samuel’s face died the moment he spotted the thunderous expression Gabriel wore.
“Is there a problem out here?” Gabriel said, his voice cold enough to send a shiver racing down my spine.
His voice dredging up memories I’d tried to bury. Gabriel had a temper and he didn’t like to be made a fool of.
“I’m sorry, Mr Hawk, there’s no problem, I was just getting Miss Carter here up to speed on the situation.”
“It sounded to me like you were harassing her…” Gabriel focussed the full extent of his attention on Samuel and I couldn’t help but feel grateful that he wasn’t zeroing in on me in the same way.
Samuel shifted uncomfortably and I watched him squirm. He deserved it after everything he’d said to me.
“That’s not it at all, here at FoxHall PR we’re very conscious of ensuring that all relationships are kept strictly professional…” Samuel spluttered over his words and his face grew red.
“Good,” Gabriel said, pushing out through the door and gesturing down the hall towards my office. “Shall we enter negotiations, Miss Carter?”
The way he said my name tightened things low in my belly and I nodded. I led the way down the floor away from Samuel but I could feel his hate filled gaze boring holes through the back of my skull as I pushed the door open and disappeared inside with Gabriel.
Turning to face him my mouth suddenly went dry and I realised my mistake. Being alone in a room with Gabriel Hawk wasn’t a good idea when he could simply say my name and reduce me to a puddle of desire and desperate longing.
He stared at me like the wolf stares at its prey, a smile curling his lips and I swallowed hard.
He was wrong for me in every conceivable way possible and yet I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

Friday, 5 December 2014

Sneak Peek - Chapter Two of Breaker's Point Beau

I know many of you have been waiting very patiently for me to release the next Breaker's Point book. I had plans for it to be out long before now but with the deteroriation of my health over the last few months what's that saying about best laid plans?

Anyway, things are finally beginning to level out and with the release of Precious last week, I'm hoping that I'll be back to my usual release schedule very soon and that means Breaker's Point Beau will be out very soon :)

In the meantime here's chapter 2 to help whet your appetite for the arrival of Riley and Holly.

Copyright M.G. Morgan. 


Chapter Two


Sitting in the driver’s seat of her black sports convertible, Holly dug her fingers into the smooth round leather surface of the steering wheel.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, smearing her eyeliner and causing her normally immaculate mascara to run in rivulets down her face. She’d done so much crying lately that she was rapidly starting to believe she needed to invest in waterproof make-up.
Get a grip, Holly.
Crying was a waste of time. All it ever seemed to achieve as far as Holly was concerned was to make her feel even more weak and out of control than before. And yet it was the only thing she felt she actually had any control over.
With the back of her hand, Holly swiped at the tears that continued to leave dark tracks on her face. 
If he saw her like this then he would want to know why she was crying. If she lied, he would know, especially if he really was the one who had taken the pictures from the top of the hill over looking the terrace that night.
Why couldn’t it have been Riley? 
Sweet, charming, handsome Riley…
He was everything a man should be and simply thinking about him brought a fresh flood of tears trickling from her eyes.
With her vision blurred, Holly struggled to keep the car moving forward down the winding hill on her side of the road.
The sound of a car horn blaring had Holly swerve the car back over the line onto her side once more. 
Her tyres sprayed gravel as the car bumped onto the hard shoulder and Holly slammed on the brakes making the engine groan. 
The high pitched scream of metal on metal as it twisted and buckled under pressure as the side of the car slid along the metal barrier filled her with dread.
The car skidded to a stop and Holly was left holding the steering wheel in a death grip, her knuckles white and bloodless.
The faint sound of the engine ticking over as it waited for her to make her next move pulled her from the shock of a close call.
And it was a close call.
She released the steering wheel, her hands stiff and cramped with the force that she had held onto the wheel with. Pressing a button the seat belt zipped free and Holly pushed the driver’s door open, her expensive heels crunching on the hard, sharp gravel that lined the edge of the road. Expensive heels that helped create the image she needed to maintain. An image that was now more of a prison than anything else.
It had after all contributed to the direction her life had spiralled into.
A cool breeze rifled through her hair and for a moment Holly closed her eyes, her mind immediately conjuring a memory of Riley’s hand on the back of her neck.
The feel of his fingers in her hair as he had drawn her against him. 
The crush of his mouth against her own stole her breath.
The taste of the fresh sea breeze reminded her of the salt on his lips as their kiss had deepened, igniting a passion within them. Igniting a fire within Holly that still yearned for him.
She couldn’t have these thoughts. These were the thoughts of a woman on the verge of doing something very stupid and she couldn’t allow it.
Holly swallowed back the sob that threatened to escape her and pushed all thoughts of Riley from her mind. It was safer for him if she didn’t think of him.
Moving around the car she stared down at the damage her carelessness had caused.
She didn’t even like driving and she tried to avoid it whenever possible.
The passenger side of the car was dented, the black paint ripped and ruined from the barrier she had struck as the car had skidded onto the hard shoulder.
Marcus wouldn’t be happy when he saw the damage, it wasn’t his car and it shouldn’t have mattered but he was the type of man that seemed to think that everything was his.
Holly swallowed back the bile that threatened to crawl up the back of her throat at the thought of him.
How had she gotten into this mess?
She climbed back into the car and restarted the engine. If she thought of nothing, simply pushed everything from her mind then perhaps by the time she made it back to the house he wouldn’t be able to see through her lies. She’d be calm and he’d leave her alone.

Of course if she was really lucky he wouldn’t even be there.


Holly drew the car to a halt outside the house she had once called home.
A house that had once belonged to her parents, it never ceased to amaze her how easy it was for something so precious to become something so terrible. How a gambling debt could destroy everything she had ever worked for.
Sliding her finger across the remote control, Holly watched as the garage doors slowly rattled upward. Icy fear slid down her spine as a man staggered into view but it wasn’t Marcus.
The fear she had felt just moments before vanished and Holly was left with a hollow pit of despair low in her stomach.
Niall McCombe staggered into view, the empty bottle of whiskey still clutched in his hands.
Holly’s heart sank in her chest as she caught the glassy eyed confused look in his eyes.
Drunk, again.
It was the only thing her father knew how to do these days.
Holly hopped out of the car and moved towards him, catching him as he swayed in against her body, his eyes filling with recognition as she came into view.
“Holly… What are you doing out here?”
His words although a little slurred were surprisingly clear and it instantly made Holly wonder how long he had been locked in the garage.
“Dad, how long have you been out here? How did you end up the garage?”
Holly wrapped her arm around his waist, pulling his arm over her shoulder in an attempt to move him in the direction of the house.
“That bastard left me out here…”
Holly struggled to hold onto him as Niall made a sudden drunken shuffle forward as though to take a swing at someone only he could see.
It didn’t take much for Holly to guess at who had locked him into the garage.
“Marcus locked you out here?”
Holly moved around her father and stared up into his face in an attempt to get some sense from him.
He stared down at her, his eyes suddenly unfocused.
“I…”
He didn’t get any other words out as he doubled over towards the ground, taking Holly with him as he started to vomit.
The smell was pungent, burning at the back of Holly’s nose and throat as her eyes watered and she fought to not be sick herself. That was the last thing she wanted to do.
He continued to heave, the vomit pouring out of him like water as he knelt on the ground. It didn’t shock Holly, the sad truth was that she was used to her father getting sick now.
Instead she held him, like he had held her when she was a child and found herself ill with the flu.
He clutched at her hand, the movement filled with desperation and pain.
“I’m sorry, Holly, I’m so sorry for everything… I didn’t mean for this to happen…”
A moment of lucidity.
The more his guilt seemed to eat away at him the more he seemed to be slipping away from her and Holly was at a loss as to how she could help him anymore.
“Come on, Dad, we need to get you inside.”
He clutched at her arm a little harder.
“Forgive me…”
“Always.” She said, plastering a smile on her face in an attempt to bury the pain filled emotions that threatened to swell within her and drown her in tears.
He climbed unsteadily to his feet, letting the empty whisky bottle drop from his hands and shatter on the drive.
Holly ignored it as she wrapped her arms tightly around his body and struggled to walk him slowly towards the house. They made it to the steps before he hesitated and his legs buckled beneath him once more.
“I can’t go back in there.”
“Don’t be daft, Dad, we’ll get you inside and cleaned up, a shower and some sleep will do you the world of good.”
Niall shook his head and let his gaze drop to the steps. “I can’t… He said I belonged in the garage like the animal I was, he banned me from the house, Holly, from my own god dammed house.”
She stared down at her father in horror, bile rising in the back of her throat. Marcus was a vile excuse for a man, she’d often wondered if he was even a human or just pure monster but this was a new low even for him.
“I’ll take care of it. You’re not banned from the house, Dad, please just come inside with me.”
Her father started to sob on the steps, his cries pitiful and childlike as he clutched at her legs and Holly inwardly cursed Marcus’ cruelty.
“I’ve made such a mess of everything and I don’t know how to set it right.” Her father’s words were garbled but Holly had listened to enough of his drunken pleas over the years and she understood him.
“Dad, if you don’t get up then I’ll have to get one of the guards to come and help me and…”
Holly’s insides twisted, her words stuck on the tip of her tongue as though her mouth was coated with glue. There was a time when asking for help from the bodyguards wouldn’t have filled her with such horror but not now, not since Marcus had arrived.
Now asking the guards for anything was like speaking directly to Marcus. It wasn’t something she ever wanted to do but she also knew it would be far worse for her and her father if Marcus found them both on the steps.
Her unspoken threat seemed to have its desired effect and she watched as her father scrubbed the back of his hand across his face. His tear stained face was mottled with anger as he stared up at her.
“You know what those bastards would do, Holly, and you’d still draw them down on me. Where’s my daughter gone? The kind and beautiful little girl who always wanted to protect me.”
“Dad, please, I didn’t mean it, I…” She trailed off as he staggered to his feet brushed her hands away.
“Don’t Dad me, I stopped being your father the day you agreed to marry that bastard, Marcus.”
Holly let him push her away, tears stinging the back of her eyes as she hugged her arms to her body.
He’d slipped so far, sometimes she wondered if he’d slipped so far from her that the man she’d loved and looked up to was completely gone. 
She didn’t want to care, if she was utterly honest with herself, he’d loved the bottle more than he’d ever loved her. It was his fault they were in this mess to begin with and now he couldn’t even remember what she’d done to protect him, the reason she’d agreed to Marcus’ proposal.
Niall slipped on the top step, his body going down hard on the cold cement steps.
Holly started towards him but the look he gave her over his shoulder was enough to halt her movement and she froze. There was a hatred in his eyes that she’d never seen before.
He climbed to his feet once more and started into the house without a backwards glance, leaving Holly to stare after him, the ache in her chest spreading through her body until she was completely numb.

Thursday, 2 October 2014

Precious - Sovereign Club One - Billionaire Brothers


Chapter One

The party swirled around me, laughter, the sound of clinking glasses and the overwhelming smell of perfume and aftershave that did its best to cover the scent of so many people crowded into such a tight space. 
I’d given up on trying to breathe through my nose, especially if I wanted to keep the salad I’d eaten at lunch time where it was supposed to be. Pregnancy had some perks but I had quite quickly learned that having a sense of smell to rival any blood hound wasn’t one of them.
Gertrude had truly outdone herself. It was an odd feeling to attend a party she had thrown in my honour and yet this wasn’t the first ‘make-up’ party she had thrown for me after finding out I was pregnant.
Except she wasn’t really throwing the party in my honour, it was for the child I carried and the promise that the Ashcroft name would continue. If I was honest I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that.
Gertrude had proven herself to be dangerous and untrustworthy and I wasn’t entirely sure how much of her hatred she had truly managed to bury.
Closing my eyes I pressed my hand against the large roundness of my belly, sucking in a slow breath as the baby inside began a fresh round of kicking my bladder.
“What’s wrong?”
David’s voice sent a shiver of desire coursing through my veins as his breath fanned against my neck. The sound of his voice didn’t just have an effect on me, our son choosing that moment to place a particularly heartfelt kick against my insides. 
I winced and pressed my hand against my stomach, letting the air hiss out between my teeth before I could answer.
“Your son seems to think my bladder is good target practice for his martial arts training.”
Opening my eyes I stared up into his face, a smile curling my lips.
David’s grin made my heart skip around in my chest. Watching him change as the months passed had been truly breathtaking. I’d always known David as kind and loving, his touch igniting something primal within me. But now it was so much more.
As the days ticked down to my due date I found myself wishing time would speed up and simultaneously slow down. It was hard to wrap my head around two such conflicting emotions and yet I felt them.
“We don’t have to stay.”
I smiled up at David, my hand cupping the side of his strong jaw.
“You know we can’t just walk out, what’ll your mother think?”
David’s gaze darkened momentarily and the flicker of uncertainty passed through his eyes. His hand closed around mine, drawing it away from his jaw and over to his lips.
The kiss he placed against my palm was feather light but it was enough to quicken my pulse and send it thudding into my throat.
“She’ll just have to understand, Carrie. She insisted on the party and we were gracious enough to attend, despite how far along you are… If we leave early no one is going to mind.”
Pain flared through me, forcing me to grit my teeth and grab onto the support David offered.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” David’s voice was filled with concern as he wrapped his arms around me, drawing me in against his body.
The pain subsided leaving me with an unpleasant tingling after glow.
“It’s fine, just braxton hicks like the doctor said.”
The panicked trip to the hospital when I’d felt the first of the braxton hicks the week prior still brought colour to my cheeks.
“Are you sure?” The concern was still there in David’s voice as I pushed away and stared up into his face.
“I’m sure but I think you’re right and we should go home, if I spend much longer on my feet I think you’ll have to get the fire department out to cut my shoes off.”
“Why didn’t you say anything earlier? You sit and I’ll go and sort the car.”
The disapproving look in his eyes made me smile and I bit back the smart reply that skipped along the tip of my tongue.
I let him guide me over to a deserted couch near the back of the room, a sigh of relief escaping me as the pressure subsided in my back and feet.
“Don’t budge.”
He waited only long enough to see me nod and then he was gone, his stride long and powerful as he crossed the room. I watched him as he approached Gertrude, the tension he carried visible in the stiffness of his shoulders.
I couldn’t hear what was being said but the look on Gertrude’s face spoke volumes and as soon as David turned to get the car, my heart sank as she made a beeline for me.
“David said you’re not feeling very well.” It was more of an accusation than a statement.
“I think I’m just tired. The party has been fantastic but you know you didn’t need to go to so much trouble.”
Gertrude studied me for a moment, her eyes narrowing as though if she stared hard enough she would be able to read the thoughts inside my head.
“I forgot you’re not really built to have children are you?”
Her words were like a slap in the face and the seconds ticked by as I struggled to find a suitable answer.
“Excuse me?” The words stuttered out of me as shock spiralled through me. In the months since she’d discovered I was pregnant all the usual nasty quips and downright rude behaviour had ceased.
Until now.
“Carrie, don’t take it so personally I’m just stating facts. Growing another person inside you isn’t easy but to do it and carry so much extra weight it’s bound to put undue stress on your body.” She smiled and reached out as though to take my hand in hers.
Shrugging away from her I shook my head as though that simply movement alone could dislodge the anger I was feeling at her words.
Pushing up from the couch my body protested at the sudden and uncoordinated movement.
“You have no right to speak to me like that.” I kept my voice deliberately low my feeble attempt to keep my blood pressure in the normal range.
“Carrie, please, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m just concerned for you and the baby.”
“Don’t give me that, Gertrude, the only thing you’re truly concerned with is appearances and I don’t fit the ideal mould you had in mind for your son. 
“You’ve hated me from the moment you set eyes on me and I should have remembered that. Instead I allowed myself to be swayed by your pretence at making amends. I should have known it would only be a matter of time before the truth came out.”
“How dare you speak to me like that, after everything I’ve done for you? You do realise that without me no one here would ever accept you? You don’t belong in David’s world and without me to accept you, you’d simply be a figure of ridicule.”
A giggle escaped me and then another until I was practically doubled over with laughter.
“Why are you laughing?” Gertrude’s icy tone cut through my laughter and I raised my gaze to hers.
“I’m laughing because what you’ve said is ridiculous. I never asked to be accepted by you or anyone here, Gertrude. Not one of you really matters. I would love to think you could show your son the respect he deserves and trust that he has found a woman he loves, a woman who loves him. And I do love him but you can’t see any of that because you’re so wrapped up in your own petty bitter hatred.”
“What the hell is going on in here?” David’s voice boomed through the room.
The sound of his voice momentarily distracted me. It wasn’t until Gertrude’s hand connected with my cheek that I truly realised what was happening.
The sting of her blow brought tears to my eyes and I took one stumbling step backward as a wet warmth spread down the inside of my thighs.
David’s arms wrapped around my shoulders steadying me.
“I should have known all of this was a lie! What the hell are you thinking, mother, she’s pregnant?”
I stood there, shock robbing me of my voice as my mind struggled to come to terms with what had just happened. It was too early, it was all too soon, I still had four weeks to go before my due date but the fluid that covered my legs told me none of that mattered anymore.
“David.” My voice came out much lower than I anticipated and he continued to berate his mother.
“David!” I said, speaking firmly and forcefully.
He turned his attention to me, his voice cutting off mid word. The moment I had the full weight of his gaze trained on me I didn’t hesitate.
“I think my waters just broke.”

Monday, 14 July 2014

The Billionaire Brothers aren't done yet! Introducing The Sovereign Club!

I have a surprise announcement for you all and I know it's way too early to release this and I don't have a date set for it yet but I'm so excited and utterly in love with the cover that I have to share. 

I know quite a few of you loved Ca
rrie and David and Aaron and Heather from Billionaire Brothers. I loved them too and finishing up book 7 which I said would probably be the last book was really difficult for me. I've spent so much time with the characters they're more like family to me.

The series will continue and the next book will be a Carrie and David book. I'm going to change it up slightly in regards to the titles etc and while this will be book 8 in the Billionaire Brothers, it'll have a subtitle of The Sovereign Club.

Precious: The Sovereign Club, Billionaire Brothers 8. What do you think of the cover? Are you as excited as I am? 



Wednesday, 25 June 2014

Adored by the Billionaire 5 Sneak Peek

Adored by the Billionaire 5
Chapter One

Sitting in the hall, Paige huddled in against the coat Reynolds had given her and sipped on the steaming coffee in the plastic cup. It was supposed to have a taste, some kind of sickly sweet latte concoction. But right now, as she swilled the lukewarm liquid around in her mouth, it didn’t have a taste. Nothing had taste. 
The latte wasn’t something she’d have chosen for herself, if she’d been given the choice but still she cradled it against her hands and sipped at it. The heat the cup held gave her fingers a sort of superficial heat, it was better than nothing and it helped to camouflage the numbness that had invaded all of her senses.
As long as she continued to stare down at the cup she didn’t have to meet the curious and probing stares of the other officers milling in and out of the apartment.
“Paige?”
The sound of her name was almost startling and for a moment Paige allowed herself to be utterly lost in the pain and confusion she felt. Only he would call her name like that.
“Will.”
His name was the only word on her lips, it was the only word that mattered.
“Paige, is there anyone I can call to come and get you?” Detective Reynolds kept his voice low. 
To Paige’s numbed mind it sounded as though he were addressing a child and it irritated her. She wasn’t a child and she didn’t need to be treated with kid gloves.
Anger.
Blinding rage.
If she could just find the energy to get angry then she could fight the fog that had descended over her.
If she could just do that, then perhaps they’d take note of her, start answering some of her questions. She needed to know why they had taken Will, she needed to know what they were thinking and how they could have gotten everything so wrong?
“I don’t understand…” Paige started to speak, her voice betraying just how confused she really was.
“I know this is difficult but you need to move past Will. You need to forget about him and…”
Paige stood suddenly, clutching the coat around her shoulders in an attempt to stop it from slipping down her arms and exposing her body.
“Are you crazy? You expect me to just walk away from the man I love, that I could just walk away from him?”
“You don’t understand, Paige… He’s not a good man, he used you and the things he allowed Christopher to do to those poor women.” Reynolds shook his head and the movement made Paige want to lash out and slap him. Her hand tingled at the thought of just doing it and it took all of her strength to keep her hand down at her side.
“It’s not true, Will would never hurt those women, he helped save them. He stopped Christopher when none of the rest of you could.”
“And did you ever think why it was so easy for Will to get close to Christopher when no one else could? Did you never find it suspicious that Will knew about Freedom Island, that he could land there without issue?”
“Without issue?” Paige moved away from Reynolds, her tone filled with derision.
“You’re just like all the other cops, jumping to conclusions when you have no idea what you’re talking about. 
“There were issues… There was a whole mess of issues and a high price was paid for that victory against Christopher.”
Paige started for the stairs and Reynolds moved after her. His hand wrapped around her upper arm and Paige struggled to shake him free but he refused to release her.
“What price was paid, Paige?”
“Let me go, Reynolds, I don’t owe you this.”

He tried to hold onto Paige’s arm but she twisted from his grip and started down the stairs. There was only one thought in her mind, only one person she could turn to in this situation.

Paige paused outside the apartment building, her stomach in knots as she stared up at the darkened windows. There was only one person who would understand what had happened at Freedom Island, only one person that she could turn to and ask for help. Of course if he wanted he could simply close the door in her face.
Paige started up to the door and pushed it open. 
The stark and empty downstairs lobby was lit with an ugly yellow light and it cast everything with a sickly yellow glow. Paint had peeled from the walls, leaving entire patches of dry wall exposed. And as her eyes adjusted to the cruel lighting she could see the cobwebs that crowded the corners. It was as though the very building itself was sick and the lighting was only emphasising the issue. 
Everything about the place made Paige want to simply get away from it. 
She climbed the stairs, her feet feeling like lead weights as each stair squeaked in protest. Each step she took seemed harder than the one before.
There had to be a reason why the cops had come from Will but Paige had no idea why. Every time she’d asked Reynolds he’d ignored the question or rapidly changed the subject. Whatever the new evidence was, it had to be particularly damning and that frightened Paige. She had no doubt about Will’s innocence, someone had to be setting him up. But whoever it was, clearly knew what they were doing and how was Paige supposed to fight that?
She paused outside the apartment door, her hand raised and poised to knock. If he turned her away there was no one left. Anders couldn’t be trusted and part of Paige had already considered the possibility that Anders was in fact the one behind the the set-up.
If it was Anders then Paige knew it was just going to be a matter of time before he came for her. If he killed her then there was only one other who knew the truth about Freedom Island.
Paige knocked, her heartbeat echoing in her ears making her light headed as she waited for him to come to the door.
Aidan pulled the door open, his eyes alert despite the fact that he had obviously been in bed. His sandy brown hair had grown out from the severe army cut he had opted for when he had gone to Freedom Island. But that wasn’t the only change Paige noticed in him.
The haunted and rage filled look that had lurked beneath the surface of his eyes on Freedom Island was now gone. Something had erased it from him and it made him look younger. Vulnerable even.
There was only one thing on this earth that could do that and Paige knew it only too well.
Love.
To love was to leave yourself open, vulnerable. Loving Will had meant giving him the power to destroy her and it was something she had given willing, something she would do over and over.
Aidan had that exact same look and there was only one woman who could have changed him so completely.
He leaned against the half opened door and Paige caught sight of the gun he held in his hand. For a moment it surprised her and her heart raced within her chest and then it was gone. It was just like Aidan, something had changed in him but it seemed he still had his old habits.
“Hi, Aidan…” Paige shuffled outside the door, suddenly unsure of what she needed to say to him. How could she explain everything? It was all one giant jumbled mess.
“Paige? What are you doing here, where’s Will?” Aidan leaned out, his eyes scanning the hall. 
Once his gaze returned to Paige’s she felt her eyes fill with tears and she struggled to hold them at bay.
“They’ve arrested him, Aidan. They’ve accused him of working with Christopher on Freedom Island and they’ve arrested him.”
Aidan’s mouth dropped open, his shock was genuine and it all suddenly became too much for Paige. The weight of the situation crushed in on her and she found herself crumpling to the floor as panicked sobs escaped her.

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Breaker's Point Beau Sneak Peek Teaser - Chapter One

Allow me to introduce you all to the wonderful Riley Reynolds, Stuart's older brother and the woman he just can't get out of his head, Holly. This is the first sneak peek at Chapter One of Breaker's Point Beau. 



Chapter One



Gripping the picture in his hands, Riley’s heart constricted in his chest at the mere sight of the glossy photograph he’d slid from the large brown envelope.
Spying on her like this wasn’t right, it didn’t feel right to be intruding in a way that wasn’t like him at all. He’d never been the type to butt in where he wasn’t wanted and Holly had made it more than clear that she didn’t want him involved in her business.
But how could he ignore it? 
How could he ignore the look of terror she wore in the picture he held?
His breath caught in his chest as he remembered the kiss they had shared that night… The night before it had all gone to hell.
He’d made a mistake and it was high time he set it all straight, that was if she’d allow him.
A quiet knock on the heavy oak door of his office had Riley quickly pushing the picture back into the envelope and sliding it beneath the heaped and colourful cardboard folders that sat atop the polished surface of the heavy desk.
“Come in,” he said, leaning back into his leather winged chair.
The door slammed open, the weight of it carrying it back until it smacked into the wall plaster with a resounding crack.
Holly McCombe strode into the room, her blonde hair streaming out behind her as her grey eyes snapped with anger.
“Who the hell do you think you are, Riley Reynolds? How dare you interfere, I told you, I didn’t want you involved!”
Riley lifted his hands in mock surrender as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.
It was one thing to see Holly in a photograph, it was something else entirely to see her in reality.
As far as Riley was concerned she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Of course it was too late now to be having revelations about how stunning she was. He’d screwed it all up a long time ago.
“And I’ve done exactly as you asked, I haven’t interfered.”
“Don’t lie,” Holly hissed, the words struggling to escape from between gritted teeth as she slammed her hands down onto the table and stared him squarely in the eye.
“I’m not stupid, Riley, and I know it was one of your men up there taking photographs…”
Riley shook his head and smiled, a wide smile designed to disarm the situation. 
And perhaps with any woman other than Holly it might have worked. But Holly was different.
“I want the pictures, Riley, and I want them now.”
“Holly, you’re mistaken, I haven’t interfered. You told me you could handle this and I’ve left you alone to do just that.”
Something in her face shift, a sudden flicker of uncertainty in her eyes that hadn’t been there before and Riley nearly surrendered the photographs to her then and there. 
If there was one thing he had learned since they had broken up, it was that he would do anything to try and help ease her fear and concern.
“If it wasn’t you, then that means it was…”
Holly cut off, her voice choked.
Riley stood and moved around the desk, catching her in his arms as she slumped against him.
The feel of her body so close to his sent his heart thudding in his chest and Riley felt his mouth going dry.
Being this close to her was a bad idea… It made him think of all the things he longed to do… Spin her in his arms and crush her rich and luscious curves against his chest, taste the sweet nectar of her lips…
Riley shook the image from his mind and guided her to the couch in the corner of the office.
Her face was pale and as he crouched down in front of her, he noticed the first tear track down across the apple of her cheek.
“Don’t cry, Holly, please…”
“I was so sure it was you, at least if you’d been the one to take the picture then I wouldn’t have to worry. But if it wasn’t you then… Oh God.”
Riley watched as she buried her face in her hands and started to sob.
“Holly, why won’t you let me help?”
“Because if you’re involved, I’m afraid of what he’ll do.”
“Is Marcus really that bad?”
Riley already knew the answer to that question. The look of terror on Holly’s face in the photograph as Marcus held her by the arm was enough to convince him of that.
“He’s worse…”
She paused and stared up at him, the look in her eyes filling Riley with a hope he’d never dared admit even to himself.
“Holly, leaving you was a mistake, one I’ve regretted every day since I allowed myself to be persuaded to make it…”
She shook her head, her grey eyes a stormy mass of emotions that Riley felt mirrored within himself.
“Don’t say it… If you say it, Riley, it can’t ever be taken back. And I’m not sure what would happen if you said it.”
“Holly, I…”
She leaned into him and pressed her fingers to his lips, effectively silencing him. Riley froze, the touch of her soft fingers against his lips made him want to throw caution to the wind.
“I have to marry Marcus, you and I both know that he’ll kill those I love, the ones I hold most dear if I don’t… He’d kill you…” Holly’s voice broke off but she didn’t shed any tears, despite the fact that Riley could see them trembling along her lashes.
“I have to go…”
She pushed away from him and up onto her feet.
Riley fought the urge to grab her hand, to confess to her that he had been the one keeping track of her. But she wouldn’t understand, she would see it as a betrayal and Riley couldn’t look at it that way.
As far as he was concerned if he could gather enough evidence against Marcus Stark, then Holly could be done with him.

Instead he remained on his knee next to the couch as he watched her leave, the ghost of her touch still tingling against his lips.