Book one in The Promise Duet
They say love makes the world go around.
Mason Lowell set mine spinning.
And the promise of more when morning came.
While the city of London slept, he made good on our promise. Only to cut me with his words as the sun broke.
I ran from him—I always ran. But Mason Lowell was different, and he wouldn’t let me go without a fight, finding my flaws and embedding himself into them.
My push was strong. I spent my whole life perfecting it. But his pull was unashamedly stronger, and the rope he bound around my heart was his to pull at will.
Love was shared—so much love. Promises were made—he broke every one. And then just when I think we are playing in the same key...
The music stops.
Book two in The Promise Duet
Our love was like a lightning bolt.
A pain in the chest that I couldn’t forget.
Nina Anderson ruined me for all other women, launching into my world and anchoring herself to my core.
She ran—she always ran.
Now she’s back, holding the tattered pieces of my soul in her fingertips and wanting more than I’m willing to give.
I don’t want her
I don’t trust her
But I need her
Our love is toxic, our words lethal, our bond—unbreakable.
But while we toe the line blindly, we both miss the demons we unveil with our light.
Demons that threaten to bring me to my knees.
THE GRAND PACT
The Grand Men Series - Book One
We all have a dream.
But I think I preferred holding mine at arm’s length...
It’s not that I don’t want to go to New York.
It’s that it’s all I’ve ever wanted.
So when a dream internship lands in my lap, the last thing I should be doing is hesitating.
Elliot thinks I should take it — he’s always believed in me.
Smirking, smouldering Elliot Montgomery.
It was Elliot’s arms I’d innocently fallen asleep between on lonely nights.
And those same arms that promised all kinds of unspeakable things when I found myself writhing between them...
But even as he threw me out of my comfort zone, Elliot promised me something immeasurable.
So now I’m here, living my fashion design dreams in the trustiest outfit I own — indecision. But the longer I stay in New York, the further I feel myself drift from everything I thought I wanted.
And somehow, absence is making the heat grow stronger...
If Elliot Montgomery is no Prince Charming, why does he feel like happily ever after?