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India Grace, a respected journalist, is assigned to the estate for a behind the scenes look at how it runs. It is the last place in the world she wants to be. Back when she was young and naïve she took a photo of old Lord Mallard, which led to her success and his downfall. She carries the guilt with her to the location and it’s constantly in the back of her mind when she meets the hall’s latest owner, Xander Patrick.
Xander’s father died when he was only thirteen, and he doesn’t hold many good memories of him. He helped his mum build Mallard Hall back up, and since her death struggles to keep it going single-handedly. The last thing he needs is a meddling journalist poking into estate business, especially when the meager profits are mysteriously disappearing.
The two try to keep their distance but find themselves drawn together in many unexpected ways. A meal leads to an investigation of secret passageways and from that India and Xander explore their attraction, using different rooms of the hall for their kinky games.
In the end India’s secret will have to come out, but will it bring the couple closer together or tear them apart?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM and voyeurism.
General Release Date: 15th September 2015
A post dinner kiss!
“Well, it’s only fair. That was a delicious meal.”
“Glad you enjoyed it.” I smiled. “You can join me again tomorrow if you like.”
“Sure,” she replied easily, “that’d be great.”
“I’ve not even told you what’s on the menu yet.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be tasty.” She reached over to pick up the bowl I was just putting down after washing and her fingers touched mine. I let go quicker than I should and the bowl dropped. I went to catch it but she was faster and got there first, grabbing it before it smashed down onto the
“Good catch.” I sighed. “Sorry about that, was a bit slippery.”
“I’m impressed with my reflexes.” She laughed. “I didn’t realize they were that good.”
“Well, I’m glad they are or I’d have Mary on my back for breaking it. She’s an absolute terror about stuff like that.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.” India chuckled. “She seems like she wants everything just so.”
When we finished washing and wiping I went to pick up the pile of cleaned items but India made the same move and we ended up chest to chest.
“Oh, I’m sorry—”
“No, no, my fault.” I grabbed her arms instinctively to steady her. “I seem to be extra clumsy tonight.”
“I’m getting under your feet,” she replied. “I should get out of your way.”
“I quite like you in my way, India.” Why I said that I didn’t know. Her presence must have addled my brain.
“Really?” She looked to the side and pushed at her hair, hooking it behind her ear. She was blushing.
“Yes, well, it’s good to have someone around who seems to be on the same wavelength as me. I mean, it seems like you are. Not that you maybe want to be. Oh God, I should shut up now, shouldn’t I?”
“Maybe a good idea, Xander, but I know what you mean. I’m drawn to you myself.”
“You are?” I’d not let go of her, she’d not moved away from me. There was a tension in the air that seemed to keep us held in place.
“Yes, I am. I probably shouldn’t be, considering my career and all, but I can’t seem to help myself.”
Did she lift up to my lips or did I lean over toward her? Maybe we both moved. It was like I’d woken from a dream and I was already deep in the kiss, my arms wrapped around her, our mouths joined, our breath shared between us. All I could hear was the raging thump of my heart, all I could smell was the light rose and citrus of her scent, all I experienced was her. I was completely immersed in India.
Then the door creaked and we jumped apart.
“Oh, I’m glad you’re here, Mr. Patrick, I’ve been looking at the figures again and it’s wrong, all wrong.” Mary walked into the room, head down, eyeing a piece of paper in her hand. India coughed.
“Oh, India, hello dearie, I wondered where you’d got to.”
“Hi, Mary, Xander invited me to dinner. I was just leaving.”
“Righto, dear. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Mary.” She headed past her to the door. “Goodnight, Xander.”
“’Night, India.” I waved. My heart plummeted. What must she be thinking? What could have happened if Mary hadn’t disturbed us when she had?